MEEEEEEE please

I'm sure you'll be great!! Can I have one?

Me, please!

Me!!

Me! Me! Me! I love picturings! 

Me! *stands up and bowls over other CBers, waving arms frantically* 

*in the back of the crowd, shyly raises hand*

Me? 

I know you've gotten a lot of requests, but if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could you do me?

Me?

Whoa! I'll get to work! I might be slow, but I'll try to do at least one per day. Don't worry, I'll get to you all!

Here's Annabeth's!

Annabeth strolled through the forest, her sword held ready in her hand. Not that she expected to have any trouble with the thieves, but if there was anything Annabeth had learned from all those lectures Papa gave her, it was to always be prepared. She had been walking thus for hours, and her legs felt like the sticks that her brother hammered for hours to bend into the perfect bow shape. Thinking of her family, an overwhelming melancholy rolled over Anna, and she leaned against one of the thick trees, the ones that stretch their mighty branches up so far that the people in the village were sure if one managed to mount them, he could touch the skies. Anna knew otherwise; she had climbed the tree once, when one of her brother’s arrows had gotten stuck in the high branches. The starry sky had spread up above her like an endless ocean, peaceful now, yet with the ability to turn over the world. It was then that Anna felt what it was like to be truly free. She had breathed that freedom in, and let it fill her up. She climbed down laughing, smiling mysteriously to her brother as he asked her whether she had touched the sky. It was the best night of her life. 

That, of course, was all before the war. Before the ocean of sky had decided that the time to engulf the Earth had come, but tossed it on it’s waves a little first, played with it like a toy. Before the soldiers had come knocking on their door, and taken away her father, her brothers. To fight. To die. Anna gazed up menacingly at the skies, but the frown slowly melted off her face. Perhaps, she thought, her father and brother were up there now, looking down upon her. She brushed a tear from her eye, and bit her trembling lips until she drew blood. Suddenly, she whirled around to her voices, right behind the tree she had been leaning against.

“Only a couple miles from here.” Anna’s breath sucked in.

“And a good bit of loot we’ll get, with no one but those poor defenseless ladies to stop us!”

Poor defenseless ladies! Well well! Anna would show them how poor and defenseless she really was. She jumped out from her hiding place, sword ready to strike. Don’t fail me now, friend, Anna thought quickly, before grabbing her doubts in a fist and throwing them away. Her sword had never failed her before. She could do this. She would do this, for the sake of her father, her brother. For the sake of the stars in the skies.

“Come thieves, and show your worth!” she exclaimed, her voice ringing powerfully in the empty night. 

She would go down in history as Annabeth C, the girl who stopped the thieves, or died trying.

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