A/N: sorry 😞 but I got busy re-reading the folk of the air trilogy and the feels just overwhelmed me and Francis just died in reign so...  

to JJM- the silent, the plotter, and the murderer. I love you with all my head and I hope you don't kill me.

I DONUT OWN PERCY JACKSON, UNCLE RICK DOES.

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Hazel looked dumbfounded as her eyes started glittering. Annabeth had told her about the convent and how she had escaped. How Marie had helped her escape and died doing so.
"Mother hadn't told me where she was going that day," Hazel said as a tear rolled down her right cheek. "She had told me it was with the princess so I was very excited when your carriage was leaving. I stood there thinking I would get to play with you again. Soon. I thought I would see her again. I didn't know it would be the last time ever.

" I really thought she would come back. All of the servants told me she would come back in the blink of an eye. But now... she's gone?" she said, making it sound more like a question. Annabeth was in a dilemma. Although she had inherited her mother's brains, she didn't know what to do. So she decided her heart would come to work. She recollected all the memories of Marie. That disgusting pudding in her hands, those tender flowers she had twisted in her golden locks, the handkerchief she had embroidered and given to Annabeth.

"She had once given me a handkerchief, it had the initials of H.L I remember. For Hazel Levesque. For you. She was my mother for years, Hazel. When my own mother, the Queen refused to keep me in the palace. She had to leave her own daughter and I'm quite sure I know how she felt. She used to tell me these stories, whenever I used to have nightmares. All of them had two things in common. A palace and a girl named Hazel, who would be the hero, the savior. I think that's how she remembered you, her life's hero. And for what it's worth I'm sorry Hazel." to Annabeth this sounded heartfelt for it was but Hazel still looked dazed and sad.

For a while they sat in the dark tent, Annabeth wondering how she would get to the castle and looking worryingly at Hazel who sat there with puffy eyes and red cheeks. Annabeth, still feeling guilty, had taken Hazel's small hand and held it with her own.

After a lot of silent sobbing and comforting each other with slight hand squeezes or cute, small stories, Hazel cleared her throat and said,

"Annabeth, if I can call you that, the Queen sent me to find you, when a messenger informed her that the convent burned down. We weren't sure it was the same convent but I rode here anyway. And I am glad I did."

Her voice didn't quiver in the slightest. She spoke as though she didn't just hear that her mother had died. But Annabeth had to respond. So, cleverly, she said, "Mhm mhm". It didn't come as sure as she wanted it to but Annabeth hoped Hazel got the point to continue. It should have been about eve as they heard loud whinnies and calls of traders. Annabeth yet didn't know who this tent belonged to but she, impulsively, took a piece of bread kept on one of the side tables and gnawed at it. Until Hazel realizing how hungry she too was, took a smaller but equally satisfying piece and stuffed it into her mouth. Annabeth tore the bread and stuffed some down her throat as Hazel finished hers and started telling Annabeth more about what had been happening in the palace and the kingdoms. Although Annabeth didn't want to hear about politics and good ole mother, she listened. It would help her in court, she decided.

After Hazel dictated to her on the whole of how Olympus had been attacking parts of Athens and how they were losing, Hazel (thankfully) stopped and stood up, straightening her skirts and helping Annabeth up. Only then did she realize that Annabeth was still in her nightgown. A very possible thing would be that the cotton gown would have torn in places. Hazel noticed this and (again) thankfully went to a dressing corner to get her a proper gown.

The process of getting on her gown and dressing her like a weird duchess was a horrible one. Since Hazel insisted that she couldn't roam around looking like the kingdom's princess she had to look like either a very rich countess or a very noble duchess. (The tent they had borrowed belonged to a very rich and noble woman).

Hazel said she knew how to get a carriage and that if she couldn't they had to steal a horse and ride. Annabeth nodded because she knew how to ride(thanks to Dru) and slyly sliding coins from the metal and gold-filled pouches.

She saw Hazel go to a bigger tent, the biggest one there. Must be the trade market leader, she thought as she went over to the trees where the horses were tied. Despite the fact that Hazel was speaking to the head of the trade market, Annabeth wanted to just run with the nearest horse. It ensured that she could get away. But it would surely be better if she could sit in the carriage and ride after all this running through the forest had tired her.

There was a chime and hazel came out. Her face was difficult to read but as she walked towards Annabeth, she mouthed "Run".

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Also, does anyone watch reign? 

i just wanna say that I'm dam proud of  Kirthiny1 just becuz...

i hate grammerly.

lots of luv

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