I'm alive! Okay, so I know it hasn't really been that long since I uploaded anything, but it feels like a long time, and I'm SORRY!
Anyways, I'm not exactly sure where this idea came from. I think it started last year sometime when I was reading Romeo and Juliet. And yes, I am aware that this short, but it's only the prologue, so hopefully the chapters will be longer!

Summary: Ayah Lynn Chase was as normal as could be, with a normal life and a normal, single parent: a very successful architect, Annabeth Chase. But her life completely changes when she discovers the secrets that her mother was keeping from her. Now she's on a quest to discover her origins, but can't help but wonder why her mother would keep her from such a world. With her new found friends, she has to travel across the U.S., gathering memories and other special items, to find out why. And what does it all have to do with the death of her father, before she was even born?

~*Enjoy!*~

"How could you do this?" she screamed to the sky, her tears falling with little plops on the floor, mixing with the slowly spreading pool of blood that was staining her jeans.

His head rested on her lap, his face too pale and cold. His breathing was shallow and ragged, fading even more with every shuddering breath.

She sobbed as she smoothed his soft, black hair, the ring on her finger glinting in the faint torchlight.

"Please," she whispered. "Don't leave me!"

Then she spotted the knife that stole him away, and she knew what she wanted to do. She picks it up, just as someone materializes behind her.

"How dare you come here," she growls. The woman looked panicked.

"Please, don't! You're my daughter. You're smarter than this –"

"I'm not your daughter!" she roared at the woman. "Not anymore!" Her eyes shone with accusative fury and despair. "This is your fault! He's gone because of you!"

"I-I didn't–" the woman stutters.

"Don't even try to deny it! This was all set up by you!" she glares, holding up the knife, showing the woman the handle. "It even has your symbol on it."

On the handle of the knife was a single silver owl.

The woman's expression was now of guilt and sorrow.

"I'm so sorry! I was only doing what was best for you! Please, you have your whole life a head of you! Think –"

"I died when he did!" she cried. She bowed her head. "The wedding was in a week." she murmured softly. "We were going to spend the rest of our lives together..."

"Anna–"

"And we still will." the girl looks up. "It won't be our lives, but our afterlives. I will join him in the underworld."

Then she flipped the knife in her hand and raises her arm, the blade poised to strike her heart.

Mwahahaha! CLIFFIE!
So, what'd you think? I'm sure you can guess who 'she,' 'the woman,' and 'he' are.
Put your guess in a review! They're greatly appreciated!