I hope you guys like this new story, please R&R, and P.S. I don't own PJO or HoO
I tried to contain my grunt as my haid-maid tightened the corset constricting my waist. It was already practically suffocating me, but I didn't complain. I'm Annabeth Chase, daughter of merchant Frederick Chase and his genius wife Athena Chase. I was the fiancée of Luke Castellan (Did I spell that right?), the heir to the richest man in the village, and I was brought up to be the perfect lady.
'Sorry sweetie.' The maid, Cara, apologized.
I simply smiled at her in the mirror. Mom had taught me to be polite to everyone, even those beneath. Dad didn't exactly appreciate that, but he could never win an argument with Athena.
I walked back down to the stairs to the waiting carriage. It was your typical rich-man kind, drawn by two beautiful horses. I reached out to pat the one closest to me, but a stern look from my father made me veer away. A guard held his out hand to help me into the carriage, and I took it. Athena and her maid were already in the car, and Frederick came after me.
As soon as the door closed, the horses started pulling us out of the estate.
'Remember, Annabeth, this is your big to really impress Luke.' Dad said.
I nodded. 'Yes Father.'
Athena sneakily flashed a grin, and I returned it.
A deep sense of dread was building inside of me. Luke Castellan was handsome, sure, but I didn't love him. I was only twenty, but by Dad's standards, I should have been promised in marriage by sixteen. And the worst thing was that Luke didn't love me either. He was only in it for my looks. But then again, that makes me a hypocrite because I'm only in it for the money, well Dad is anyway.
I lost track of time, looking at the passing village through the window. After maybe two hours, we entered the woods that separated the sea-profiting villagers from the land-profiting ones.
The woods are beautiful, if you can get over the darkness and strange sounds. I found myself drifting off to sleep when there was a thud on the roof. I froze, and my parents did the same.
The carriage came to stop, and burly man with his face covered my a balaclava opened the door. 'Get out.' He ordered, his rough muffled by the cloth.
He pointed a sword at Mom when no one obeyed him, and that made us move. Dad went, then my brothers and I, then Mom.
More men filed out of the trees, all wearing balaclavas, all armed with swords. 'On your knees.'
I hurriedly did what he told me. Dad was the last one on his knees.
I bowed my, head trying to make him see that I'd surrendered.
The next moment, there was a flaring pain in the back of my head, and a bright light flashed behind my eyes, and the last thing I saw before I blacked out, was the ground, rushing up to met me as I fell forward.
When I woke up, I was in another carriage. It had a canvas roof, and I was tied to the inside of the cart, with a gag in my mouth.
In the back of the cart was piles of weapons and explosives as well as food supplies.
I moaned, dying to rub my aching head. A head perked up on the other side of the cart, a person I hadn't noticed before.
'She's awake.' The man said to the driver.
The driver sighed. 'Knock her out, she can't know where we're going.'
'Can't we just blindfold her? I don't wanna carry her again.'
I could imagine the other man rolling his eyes.
He walked over to me, with another piece of clothe that he wrapped around my eyes, condemning me to the uncertainty of darkness.
For hours, all that I could do was wait, bumping around as we drove over pot holes. My head kept hitting the side the cart, which didn't help the pain what so ever.
The wheels of the cart started making a rumbling sound, and I knew we were on a dock. I was untied from the wall, and dragged mercilessly out of the carriage. I had no choice but to trust him, but there wasn't a part of mind that doubted he was a pirate. This was confirmed when I felt myself angling upwards, as if walking up a ramp. But they didn't remove the blindfold.
The man continued to drag me around, and my arms were pulled behind me, wrapping around something thick (probably the mast), and tied there with rough rope. Ten minutes after, the fabric was torn from my eyes, the gag removed from my mouth.
I looked into the smiling face of the man in front of me. 'Welcome to the Princess Andromeda, Miss Chase.'
Well, what do ya think? Good? Bad? I'll try to update my other stories soon, but as I may have already mentioned, I have writers block and it sucks.
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