It was early summer and Annabeth Chase was sitting on the bench alone, cold and afraid. Percy had come down here only few minutes before and she was desperate to know why. In the distance she could see a figure. That's obviously Percy, she thought. Percy (to her) was an alright guy. He was cheeky, slightly smart (not as smart as her though) and a tiny bit cute. But she didn't love, she couldn't love him. There, however, was someone else who had stolen her heart from her and not given it back. The problem was he was no longer the person he once was. But Annabeth's feelings hadn't changed for him at all. Annabeth stared at Percy's figure for quite a while. His brown hair blew in the wind making him look scruffy cute and his body seemed more muscular than it once seemed. Annabeth felt like crying. She wanted to like Percy but she couldn't and it was tearing her apart. He trusted her and she would have to betray him. They had gone through so much together and she didn't know how he would react to this. It seemed like only yesterday they were on top of the Empire State Building watching Percy and Luke battle. Annabeth knew at that moment that she was going to have to make her life a living hell (or more than it already was). She had hoped that Percy and Luke would see eye to eye and Luke would come back to them and everything would be as she had planned. But they did not. Instead they flew through the air fighting for the lightning bolt. She was scared for both their lives and so desperately wanted to come and help. But by the time she planned a route to them, Percy had already shot a tidal wave of water at Luke. She had wanted to scream but knew it would have alerted Percy and caused some suspicions later on. Luke however, only seemed dazed when the water drained away. Luke disappeared just like that and Annabeth never got to ask him what she needed to ask him.
Caught up in her daydream, Annabeth hadn't noticed that another figure had materialised onto the beach near Percy. This figure and Percy seemed to be deep in conversation. Thinking it was Grover Annabeth edged forward. But as she neared them she noticed it wasn't Grover at all. This man was quite tall and very muscular. He had brown floppy hair and was wearing grey sandals. There was an aura about him that made Annabeth fell as if she should obey this man. Then her eyes focused on his hands. In his grasp was an ordinary phone, well it was ordinary until you noticed that there were two real live snakes coiling around it, hissing. Annabeth realised who it was at once.
"Hermes." She said under her breath.
Though she spoke it a fraction to loud. Both heads began to turn and Annabeth felt a sense of dread. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out small Yankees cap. At once she shoved on the hat and she disappeared into the night.