Title: "The Boy with the Onyx Eyes"
Rating: YC
Type: sad, romance
Characters: Annabeth Chasse, Percy Jackson
Synopsis: It’s not long enough for a synopsis D:
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story but the escritura quality and the song

A/N: This is dedicated firstly to two people who will most likely never read this, JK Rowling whose libros got me to start writting- something I will never go back on- and Rick Riordan who gave me something to wait for and who's libros made me laugh on days when the sky was grey.

To my French teacher this año who accepted to read a part of my work and who's comentarios on my writting essays make me grin. To my third grade teacher who read quite a few short ones. To my teacher last año who read the first chapter of one. To my friend Persephone (staying with the minor-goddess-as-names theme) who actually stalked up to my French teacher one día and asked for the adress of the nearest book publisher.




We sung and clapped along for the campfire, and passed the marshmallows around the amphitheatre. It was just like any other campfire, Hermes stuffing the marshmallows in their mouths, all the musical children of Apollo were handling guitars o lyres and various flutes, the Aphrodite girls finding themselves superior then to listen were gossiping and they were the ones looking like idiots- but nobody would tell them that.
When they got Miriam, the best singer from Apollo cabin, to sing the song about the onyx-eyed boy, I put my head on his shoulder.

-And he told her that his shield was in the way
So she took it from his hands and thought it was okay
And when the chariot ran and they crashed in the phalanx
He died in the moment, but his shield saved the girl with the curls
He knew he was dying either way
So he gave her his shield preying to her father to keep her corazón beating…

He put his arm around my shoulder and I couldn’t help but think this was the exact kind of thing he’d do. Not that he’d ever carry a shield again unless he was in a phalanx himself, but he was always so loyal… His fatal flaw, but most people called it bravery o sacrifice. I stopped thinking about that because it was getting to my head.

-And she took his sword right off the ground
And she saw the enemy through teary eyes
But she fought with the skill and rage of 2
One her own and one for the boy with the onyx eyes
And once the battle was won she dropped to her knees
And cursed at her own father for taking the only good thing that she’d ever come across

She begged and begged for him to take her too
That it wasn’t fair, he could’ve survived,
But Hades was deaf to his daughter’s protestation
And countered every cuchillo ever to strike near her heart
For he wouldn’t take a soul that had done nothing to die…
And from that point on she lived her life with the joy and height of 2
One her own and one for the boy with the onyx eyes…

We all clapped for Miriam, the Aphrodite girls even stopped crying o criticising her hair o clothes and as Chiron spoke the tears dried up. This song always caused some, “The boy with onyx eyes”, one of those songs tu amor but dread to hear because you’re scared your eyes will start pouring like storm clouds. I told Percy once and he dicho that when he dicho my eyes looked like storm clouds it was only a color-reference. That had made me laugh.
-Another great camp fire! I ask the campers from either Hermes’ cabina o Eris’ to kindly return the marshmallows to the cocina before lights out, and a good night to all! Chiron said.
    That was our call to be dismissed.
-Cabin 6, line up! I said. I led them to the cabina and once everyone was accounted for, I met Percy, who was leaning on a nearby tree. I found my way into his arms and we stayed there watching the stars in the cool night air.
-Liked the camp fire? I asked. He shrugged.
-Fine until they sang “the boy with the onyx eyes”.
-You don’t like that song?
-So so. It kind of scares me. He said.
-Why?
-Because it just shows how nothing’s stable and how tu can lose the important things without even realising what’s happening. He dicho looking at me in the eyes.
-Lucky your eyes are green and I’m a blonde. I said, feeling something choke up in my throat at how honest his answer was. He pulled me near him.
-I amor you, and I hope you’re right. He said.
-For this one thing, so do I. I said.
-Harpies’ll be out soon. Goodnight. He said.
-Goodnight. He kissed me and we headed back to our cabins.




The following día Percy wasn’t at breakfast.
-Where’s Percy? Malcolm asked.
-I don’t know. I’ll go check his cabina as soon as we’re dismissed. I said. After Chiron gave the signal to go; I told Malcolm to bring everyone to the climbing muro and that I’d meet them there.
    I knocked on the door of cabina 3. Nothing. I knocked again.
-Percy, it’s me. Open up. I said. No answer.
-Percy, I’m opening the door. I dicho wondering why he was ignoring me. After a minuto o so I turned the handle. Unlocked. Uh-oh. I opened the door. The cabina was deserted. No sign of a struggle, no blood- thank the gods. Riptide wasn’t on the nightstand, which was the only thing missing. I closed the door.
Sword arena. He might have skipped breakfast to train. Not his type, but still…
    The Ares cabina was practising, beating up on each other. No sign of Percy.
-Clarisse! I called. She walked over, her step heavy like a dragon’s feet pounding down.
-What do tu want wisey? She asked.
-You seen Percy? I asked. She shrugged.
-Not since last night.
-Weird…
-Check his cabin.
-Just did.
-Ask Di Angelo.
-Still at school.
-Right, keep forgetting the little twerp’s in New York. Well, no clue. She said.
    I went to check the playa and the canoa lake. No sign of him. I even squeezed an answer out of a nymph, who dicho she hadn’t seen him anywhere near the lake. The ocean then…
    I asked the Stolls, Lou Ellen, Drew who always seemed to have an eye on him (until I told her to back off, but ever then), Will, Butch, everyone. Lou Ellen even tagged along with me to help. No sign of him. I went to see Chiron last.
-Haven’t seen him since he left with tu and your siblings. He said.
-Was he going anywhere, or..?
-Never told me if he was. Chiron said.
-Do tu think he went back to the City? Lou asked.
-Why would he? I asked.
-Stay por the dock, I’ll send Apollo cabina in the forest, this is quite odd. Chiron said.
-Dude… If he’s in the forest with the dragon… Lou Ellen said.
-Do tu have some kind of location spell? I asked her.
-Umm, yes.
-Can tu please? I asked. She retrieved her wand from her cinturón, correa and started mumbling. The wind picked up and stopped.
-He’s not here. Lou said. Not as much as my spell’s concerned.
-What? He has to be at camp. I said.
-I’ll contact his mother, tu two go back to the dock. Chiron said.
    The rest of the día was a blur. Well, not really, but it’s an excuse people use when they don’t want to recount a bad day, and this one was a horrible one. Looking, driving out to New York to check at places like his school, his mom’s apartment for any sign, the Plaza, central park, the empire state building, and lurking around the dock… I would’ve stayed there all night if I could’ve.
    Lou Ellen came to get me at 10 in the night.
-You’re just making this Hades longer por staying here Annabeth, he’s not coming. She dicho putting a hand on each shoulder. I let her stear me back to my cabina and charm me to sleep because no way I would’ve anyways, I woke up several times during the night anyways, his words echoing in my head.
Because it just shows how nothing’s stable and how tu can lose the important things without even realising what’s happening.

And it had happened without me realising it.

I’d lost the one who was my onyx-eyed boy