Percy's fate had often been told: one day his loyalty would be his down fall. Annabeth and Percy moved to New Rome far away from prophecies, but no one can stop fate. Nobody could see their apartment fire coming. Annabeth placed her hand on Percy's arm. They could escape, but their child was in the back room.
(Please don't kill me) I know I'm cruel.
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