Elves? You know what? Sure.

DISCONTINUED AND UP FOR ADOPTION

This is a PJO x KOTLC story. Set after HOO and at the end of Exile

Things finally became real as I stared at the grave, my mind and body both refused to process her death until now. "Annabeth..." I whispered kneeling down, "I'm sorry." I choked out resting my head on her grave.

Yes, this is a cliche, and yes, my writing is absolute shit.

In this book Percy is 14 after HOO.

I don't own Percy Jackson

I don't own Keeper of the Lost Cities