The Last Eternal

See, I guess it all started on February 3rd, 1998. Because that was the day Annabeth was born. I wasn’t even alive. That wouldn’t happen until August 9th, 2002. But it sparked a chain of events that sort of changed the world.

Mason was Annabeth’s twin, but he died 24 hours after being born.

At least, that’s what everyone says. But crazy, loveable Annabeth insists he’s alive. Which makes no since. But Annabeth’s Annabeth, so I started to play along. That started when Annabeth turned ten, and I was six. For a six-year old, I was pretty smart. I knew that what Annabeth said wasn’t true. But, like all six-year olds, I was curious.

If Dad hadn’t died that day, though, I don’t think any of this would’ve happened. So maybe it all started then.

Anyway, this is the story of how Earth spiraled into World War 3, all because Annabeth insisted Mason was still alive.

ONE
On February 3rd, 2008, Annabeth was busy opening presents when there was a phone call.

”Oh my gosh,” my mom started saying. Then she started crying, and her hand covered her mouth. “No. No, it’s Annabeth‘s birthday. Not today. Oh, dear lord, please tell me this is a joke.”

It wasn’t. My mom got off the phone five minutes later, crying and blabbering, with the news that Dad had died on duty.

See, Dad was a police officer. He knew that some parts of the job were dangerous, but overall he’d be safe.