Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, Coca-Cola or Snow White.

AN: I see all these Cinderella ones, but they're the only fairy tales you see, so I decided to add this to the mix.

Once upon a time in a great castle, a King's daughter grew up happy and contented, in spite of a jealous stepmother. She was very pretty, with grey eyes and long blond princess curls. Her skin was tanned, and so she was called by her name, Annabeth of Chase. Everyone was quite sure she would become very beautiful. Though her stepmother was a wicked woman, she too was very beautiful, and the magic mirror told her this every day, whenever she asked it.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest lady in the land?" The reply was always; "You are, your Majesty," until the dreadful day when she heard it say, "Annabeth of Chase is the loveliest in the land." The stepmother was furious and, wild with jealousy, began plotting to get rid of her rival. Calling one of her trusty servants, she bribed him with a rich reward to take Annabeth into the forest, far away from the Castle. Then, unseen, he was to put her to death. The greedy servant, attracted to the reward, agreed to do this deed, and he led the innocent little girl away. However, when they came to the fatal spot, the man's courage failed him and, leaving Annabeth sitting beside a tree, he mumbled an excuse and ran off. Annabeth was all alone in the forest.

Night came, but the servant did not return. Annabeth, alone in the dark forest, began to plot bitterly. She thought she could feel terrible eyes spying on her, and she heard strange sounds and rustlings that made her heart thump. At last, overcome by tiredness, she fell asleep curled under a tree.

Annabeth slept fitfully, wakening from time to time with a start and staring into the darkness round her. Several times, she thought she felt something, or somebody touch her as she slept.

At last, dawn woke the forest to the song of the birds, and Annabeth too, awoke. A whole world was stirring to life and the young woman was glad to see how silly her fears had been. However, the thick trees were like a wall round her, and as she tried to find out where she was, she came upon a path. She walked along it, hopefully. On she walked till she came to a clearing. There stood a strange cottage, with a tiny door, tiny windows and a tiny chimney pot. Everything about the cottage was much tinier than it ought to be. Annabeth pushed the door open.

"l wonder who lives here?" she said to herself, peeping round the kitchen. "What tiny plates! And spoons! There must be seven of them, the table's laid for seven people." Upstairs was a bedroom with seven neat little beds. Going back to the kitchen, Annabeth had an idea.

"I'll make them something to eat. When they come home, they'll be glad to find a meal ready." Towards dusk, eleven tiny people marched homewards singing. But when they opened the door, to their surprise they found a bowl of hot steaming soup on the table, and the whole house spick and span. Upstairs was Annabeth, fast asleep on one of the beds. The chief dwarf, Thalia, prodded her gently.

"Who are you?" he asked. Annabeth told them her sad story, and tears sprang to the dwarfs' eyes. Then one of them said, as he noisily blew his nose:

"Stay here with us!"

"Hooray! Hooray!" they cheered, dancing joyfully round the little girl. The dwarfs said to Annabeth:

"You can live here and tend to the house while we're down the Coca-Cola factory. Don't worry about your stepmother leaving you in the forest. We love you and we'll take care of you!" Annabeth gratefully accepted their hospitality, and next morning the dwarfs set off for work. But they warned Annabeth not to open the door to strangers.

Meanwhile, the servant had returned to the castle, with the heart of a roe deer. He gave it to the cruel stepmother, telling her it belonged to Annabeth, so that he could claim the reward. Highly pleased, the stepmother turned again to the magic mirror. But her hopes were dashed, for the mirror replied: "The loveliest in the land is still Annabeth Chase, who lives in the eleven dwarfs' cottage, down in the forest." The stepmother was beside herself with rage.

"She must die! She must die!" she screamed. Disguising herself as an old peasant woman, she put a poisoned apple with the others in her basket. Then, taking the quickest way into the forest, she crossed the swamp at the edge of the trees. She reached the bank unseen, just as Annabeth stood waving goodbye to the eleven dwarfs on their way to the Coca-Cola factory.

Annabeth was in the kitchen when she heard the sound at the door: KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Who's there?" she called suspiciously, remembering the dwarfs advice.

"I'm an old peasant woman selling apples," came the reply.

"I don't need any apples, thank you," she replied.

"But they are beautiful apples and ever so juicy!" said the velvety voice from outside the door.

"I'm not supposed to open the door to anyone," said the young woman, who was reluctant to disobey her friends.

"And quite right too! Good girl! If you promised not to open up to strangers, then of course you can't buy. You are a good girl indeed!" Then the old woman went on.

"And as a reward for being good, I'm going to make you a gift of one of my apples!" Without a further thought, Annabeth opened the door just a tiny crack, to take the apple. Then she thought…"Wait a minute. I'm not some stupid brainless mind-washed girl who will open the door, take the apple, find out its poisoned and die."

"There! Now isn't that a nice apple?" Annabeth pretended to eat the apple, but instead threw it in the garbage disposal and pretended to faint.

Now chuckling evilly, the wicked stepmother hurried off. But as she ran back across the swamp, she tripped and fell into the quicksand. No one heard her cries for help, and she disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, the dwarfs came out of the Coca-Cola factory to find the sky had grown dark and stormy. Loud thunder echoed through the valleys and streaks of lightning ripped the sky. Worried about Annabeth they ran as quickly as they could down the mountain to the cottage.

There they found Annabeth, lying still and lifeless, bashed on the head by a beam. They did their best to bring her around, but it was no use.

They wept and wept for a long time. Then they laid her on a bed of rose petals, carried her into the forest and put her in a crystal coffin.

Each day they laid a flower there.

Then one evening, they discovered a strange young man admiring Anabeth's lovely face through the glass. After listening to the story, the Prince (for he was a prince!) made a suggestion.

"If you allow me to take her to the Castle, I'll call in famous doctors to waken her from this peculiar sleep. She's so lovely . . . I'd love to kiss her. . . !" He did, and as though by magic, the Prince Percy's kiss broke the spell. To everyone's astonishment, Annabeth opened her eyes. She had amazingly come back to life! Now in love, the Prince asked Annabeth to marry him, and the dwarfs reluctantly had to say good bye to Annabeth.

From that day on, Annabeth lived happily in a great castle. But from time to time, she was drawn back to visit the little cottage down in the forest.


Smart Snow White: Annabeth Chase

Prince: Percy Jackson

Dwarves: Thalia Grace, Nico di Angelo, Grover Underwood, Clarisse La Rue, Silena Beauregard, Charlie Beckendorf, Travis Stoll, Conner Stoll, Katie Gardner, and Malcolm.

King: Mr. Chase

Annabeth's Mother: Athena

Wicked Step-mother: Mrs. Chase

Narrator: Suki-Alanna :-)

A quick note: I know this isn't the version you may be used too, it's the original, not the Disneyafied.