Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Fanfiction Annabeth Collapses

Jackson suddenly looked painfully amused. “Yeah,” he muttered knowingly. “That might actually just be an Everwood thing.” I glared at him. Then his face shifted back to concern. “Wait. You said things went wrong?” “Yeah.” I ran a hand through my hair. “When we ran, she collapsed. There was blood everywhere.” Jackson straightened immediately. “She fainted?” “I don’t know if it was pain, blood loss, panic, whatever.” I swallowed hard. “But she scared the hell out of me.”

Anna—or should I call her Melucia—had fainted the second her eyes met mine. She hadn’t just collapsed; she’d clutched her chest, her face twisted in pain, as if something inside her cracked open. Then she’d dropped, her body crumpling to the floor like a lifeless rag doll. Her gasp still echoed in my head over and over again like a broken record. The witches had warned me of such a thing happening. This was the price she’d pay for using forbidden magic, for tearing the veil between life and death to seek revenge for her murdered coven.

Victor straightens his tie and clears his throat. God damnit, he thinks, pay attention, Victor. For the life of him, he can’t seem to keep his mind on the subject at hand. For some reason – Well, God damnit, I know the reason, he thinks, gritting his teeth – He just can’t seem to focus on the conversation at hand, his ears instead filled with the sound of rustling grasses. “Victor,” Annabeth Prath says, leaning forward to look him in the eye. “Are you all right? Do you need a minute?”

Annabelle was unable to look Ms Charlotte in the eyes, and her hands continued to shake, so she kept her head lowered the whole time. "Annabelle, just now when I questioned you about what was wrong with you, you seem to be in a state of extreme terror. Why is that?" She addressed the question to her with a curious expression on her face, and as soon as Annabelle glanced up, she was only able to utter a single line in response. "I have dreams!" Annabelle made a strenuous effort to pronounce those words, and as soon as they left her lips, she collapsed from the chair and fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, Annabelle had already lost consciousness.

" She repeated until the heavy feeling had somehow alleviated. Feeling worn out, she sat down in a crouched position on the wet rock. Tears continuously fall down from her stinging orbs. 'Hopefully this will come to an end. A little more and I might as well give up. Just a little more.' Annabelle remained in that state for awhile. Her face was blank with puffy red eyes. Water started to rise up on the stone she sat at, dousing her crouched position a bit. She didn't even notice it, not until she saw something in her peripheral view, that she quickly whipped her head to look at it. Shock was evident on Miguel's face. She wasn't expecting him to bend down and gently draped a blanket. "What are

The stacks of letters were huge… When they really couldn’t accept any more letters, the fans finally stopped. While walking, Annabeth suddenly felt light on her feet. She felt extremely dizzy. Annabeth began to lose consciousness… Soon, the sounds around her began to diminish. It felt almost as if she was in outer space. In the next second, her vision turned dark… Right after that, she collapsed to the ground… The moment she fell to the ground, she fainted. All the letters in her hands scattered around the ground.

"My dad and you… How could this happen?" Yvette's mother, Carla Rogers, rushed in just in time to see her drunk husband slumped at my feet, eyes glazed, murmuring, "Annabeth, you're so beautiful. You're all grown up now. I love you, Annabeth…" Because of the struggle, the hem of my tight skirt tore slightly, and streaming equipment lay scattered across the floor. By the time I managed to steady myself, Carla had already collapsed, unconscious. "Call the ambulance, Yvette!" I shouted. "What are you waiting for?"

The moment our eyes met, my breath caught in my throat and her eyes widened in shock. “Annabeth?” “Scarlett?” We both called out in unison, our voices loud with disbelief. Suddenly, Annabeth gasped, dropping the books in her hands as she stumbled backwards. “Ghost!” she whispered, I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyeballs moving in horror as she kept moving backwards. “Annabeth, what’s going on with you?” the headmistress asked, her tone sharp, but ut still carried a hint of respect. I stepped forward, raising a hand to stop her politely.

No longer able to stay in control, I pushed everything I have outward. A wave of water from my hands washed over Melia's flames. I held my breath. The flames flicker and hiss as the water bubbles and evaporate as if it was never there in the first place. Just before everything started to go blurry and I knew I was going to pass out from exhaustion. I heard a whimpering noise followed by a loud shriek, coming from the opening of my office from behind Athena. Our knees give out and we all collapse onto the floor in front of us.

She slowly reached up to touch her face, only to find her hand covered in blood. Her scream pierced through the room. "My face! My face!" She clutched the deep cut on her cheek. Her eyes were wide, unblinking. They almost popped out of her sockets. "I-I'm disfigured…" she uttered tremblingly. A wave of horror washed over her. The realization shattered her, and before anyone could react, her eyes rolled back as she passed out. Overwhelmed by the pain in her abdomen, Anathea collapsed onto the floor as well.