AnnabethAfter the Titan war and Percy's death, Annabeth had a hard time holding it together. It had been thirteen years, but still, the memories haunted her. She live in a nice neighborhood with many children in it, but none of them were hers. She never married; Percy was her one and only love. How could Aphrodite be so mean to her?!
One day she was taking her daily walks in the neighborhood before her job as a Middle School teacher, and she saw that the empty house next to hers had a movers truck outside it. She heard a little boy laughing and decided to go say hi to her new neighbors. As she neared the house, a little boy with slick black hair and sea green eyes ran up to her and waved.
"Hi! My name is Peter Johnson! What's your name?" The little boy said. He turned around and tried to read the truck, but failed terribly, reading the words in a way I would with dyslexia. He was shuffling his hands and looked like a typical ADHD kid. I didn't want to be rude, so I answered his question.
"Annabeth Chase. Nice to meet you, Peter. Can I ask where your daddy is? I only see your mom." His bright smile didn't waver when he answered.
"I think I might have." I answered and gave him a big hug. Peter Johnson is what Mr. D used to call Percy Jackson at Camp Half-Blood.
The pieces of the puzzle slowly slid into Annabeth's mind. The hair, the eyes, the smile. The name, the ADHD, the dyslexia, the missing father. Is it possible that Percy was reincarnated as another son of Poseidon? Probably...
Annabeth gave Peter a huge hug.
"Go tell your mother that if she ever needs anything, just come over. I live next door." She smiled and Peter ran away to tell his mom. He looked only eight at most. Annabeth noticed something poking out of his back pocket... A pen... Riptide. She had to hold back a smile.