Disclaimer: I don't own PJO

Middle is a little boring because it explains a bunch of stuff, the good stuff is at the end! Sorry this is so long, I'll try to shorten the other chapters a bit!



"A Reckless Summer of Dreams"

Beginnings

When I was little I always wondered why weird things only happened to me and never to the other kids at school. My dad would always say because I was special, but I never believed it. I looked exactly like the all the others so why would I be special?

I would also ask my dad why mom was never around. My mom had left me with my dad when I was first born. He has never seen her sense. He had one answer, and always the same. She was a very busy and important woman.

When I was in the second grade I got mad at her, even though I didn't know her. She had left my daddy. My poor dad, that sometimes cry's because he misses her so much. Even as a little girl I never liked seeing him alone.

My dad was a farmer. He owned a bunch of land on the outskirts of Duluth, Minnesota. I lived on a ranch all my life and loved it. Every morning I would get up at the crack of dawn to help feed the horses and make breakfast. My favorite smell was right after it rained. The dirt would be all muddy, and everything glowed.

As I grew up, my dad turned into one of those super beware-boys-I-am-buff-and-I-do-have-a-shot-gun-if-you-hurt-her-kind-of-dads. "Always be prepared" He's tell me.

In the first grade we had a terrarium in our class for each student. We grew onions. Sense I knew the most about planting, my teacher let me help the rest of the kids plant the little seeds.

When I was done being "Helper of the Day" I looked at my project trying to make it grow. The weird thing was, that it did. I hurried to get the Ms. Upsorn and show her the green stem starting to rise.

But when we got to the plant she looked at it and frowned. The friendly teacher knelt down to me and gently said, "Isabel, nothings there sweety. Look." I looked back, but it was there, all green and new.

Randy Moss (probably the exact opposite of the famous football player) looked at me in awe. Like he saw it. But he always looked at me weird in the first place.

I went home crying to my dad telling him that no one believed me. But he did. He said. "Honey, I believe you. Because the only thing that matters is that you saw it grow. Don't believe the teacher, yourspecial remember?"

Then in the fifth grade, we took a field trip to a nature reservation to see hibernation patterns of the wild. To see which animals stayed for the winter, and which ones hibernated so they could escape the cold.

We had a scavenger hunt activity that involved us going out with a partner to explore the area. I was unfortunately pared with Randy, who the entire time kept staring at me with wide eyes. He even ran into a tree, but I didn't really blame him, he had walking problems.

So picture two ten year old's running around the woods, in the dead of a Minnesota winter, and one that can barley even walk in a strait line. Not your exact picture of fun.

We were running to beat another group to a stand that had the last clue to the grand prize when Randy tripped over a tree root. How that root got through two feet of snow, I have no idea. Randy got up, and started to talk to the tree. No not the yell at random objects talk, but literally having a conversation with it!

"Randy what the heck are you doing? And how is that tree talking?" I asked, completely confused. I mean the tree was moving and well like I said, talking.

Just as I said that, the tree shimmied and person appeared. A person! She had a light green skin tone, and long black hair. "O hush honey your fine." She told me.

"Your a tree! At least well...you were a tree." I told her. Looking at Randy, I said, "Randy lets go! We are so close! Say good bye to your friend."

"Sorry. Bye Snapple." Snapple? He stalked off, I sorta felt bad for him, yelling at him like that.

In the end we came in second, still getting a bulb to plant in a garden come Spring. Yup, the "Grand Prize" was a stupid bulb. A fifth grader could really care less about it, but I felt some what accomplished, and besides, I loved flowers.

On the bus ride back to the school me and Randy sat together. I was in the window seat, leaning my head on the window so I could look out. Randy held the bulb, looking at it happily. "You wanna hold it?" He asked me, holding it up to my face.

"A sure." I told him.

I cupped the bulb in my hand wishing it was Spring so I could see it bloom. Just as I was thinking about how good the tulip would look outside on my window sill, I started to grow. Bigger and bigger, until it bloomed open into a beautiful red tulip. Both Randy and I were completely struck, I looked at him with a huge smile and wide eyes. "Sweet! Did you see that?" He nodded.

"Um, no not to sweet Isabel. This is bad, bad, bad." He said.

"What are you talking about? This is about the coolest thing that has ever happened to me!"

"Well it's about to get pretty ugly."

"What are you talking about?"

"Isabel, today I have to come home with you. Your dad will understand." I thought he was joking, but his still babyish face was compeletly serious.

I slumped back into my seat. "Just wanted to feel special." I whispered to myself.

That night when I got home my dad was watching T.V. Sense there was nothing to do in the winter but feed the horses and fix the Chevy, this is pretty much all he did. When I walked with Randy, he stood up and crossed his arms. That stern dad look came on. What he'd do to protect his little girl.

"Who's this?" He asked me.

"This is Randy Moss...no Dad not like the football player." Some how I just knew he's ask that question. Dad told Randy to take a seat with him around the little round dinner table so they could "talk", more like an intense grilling sensation.

"Dad he's not a boyfriend." I told him rolling my eyes. "He says he's helping me, and that I need to go to New York with him, that it'd urgent. He said that you'd know what he's talking about. And that I need to get all my stuff ASAP."

My dads face dropped looking at Randy sort of scared.

"Honey go get your stuff together, me and your friend have to talk." He ordered.

I was trying to get all my clothes into my tiny suitcase when I over herd them talking.

"Your here to take her to the camp?" Daddy says.

"Yes sir, before anything bad happens to her. I won't tell her anything until we get over Half-Blood Hill. It would be to dangerous."

"How long are you taking my baby girl away from me?"

"Until the end of summer. We don't know how powerful she is, and she needs time to get claimed."

"You flying?"

"No!" Randy said sacredly. "I mean, we won't we travel by train. Flying is...well it's risky. The Lord of the Sky's can be a bit temperamental." Even though it was winter, thunder boomed like a late summer storm.

I had gotten as much as I could in my suitcase. Shoes, shirts, pj's, pants, coat, toiletries. Would I need a sleeping bag? I brought one just in case, and a pillow.

I walked out of my room huffing and puffing, rushing for some reason. My dad stood up. "Isabel, I'm going to take you and your friend to the train station okay?" I nodded because I knew I didn't exactly have a choice.

We all rode in the old truck in silence, I was in front and Randy was in the back with the dogs. Two golden retrievers, Ruby and Rusty. My dad took them everywhere, he told me they were there for protection. I could understand that, Rusty was the size of a pony, but would never hurt a fly. And Ruby barks at everything. Randy didn't like it so much...

I looked at the Ranch disappearing in the rear view mirror until we round a bend and I couldn't see it anymore. Only the snowy farm land.

I played with my blonde hair. Twirling it in tightly, then letting it go, leaving a ringlet that I finger brushed out so I could do it again.

When we got to the train station, got all the luggage unloaded, bought the tickets just in time for the cross country, nonstop train pulled up, my dad looked deep into my eyes. His full of worry and sadness. "Izzy look at me. I love you okay? Mr. Moss is going to take you to Long Island, I trust him. If I trust him, then you sure better trust him too. I won't see you for a while, but I'll try to write to you. He's taking you to one of the safest places on Earth. Do you trust me?" He asked. I started to cry. My dad had raised me all my life, he's the only thing I've ever known to trust. So I nodded. He hugged me so tightly I thought I would burst open, but I didn't care I hugged him as tight as I could too. He kissed my head and wished me off. Randy practicaily had to drag me onto the train because I didn't want to leave. I had never left Minnesota, there was an entire world left out there, but I didn't want to discover it.

The train took a day and a half to get to New York. It wasn't the big city where it dropped us off, but just outside of it, kinda by the airport. The whole time Randy was supper skiddish, like he expected something really bad to happen.

He told me that he was surprised that I didn't ask questions. "If it's something so bad that my dad almost cry's, then I honestly don't even wanna know." I told him

"That's real deep Isabel."

"I'm a deep person Randy."

"What if I told you that this would be something like you would never experience in your life? That is is a new beginning?"

"That'sdeep. And I'd be okay with that, there wasn't much to start with."

Besides that, we didn't talk much the rest of the train ride. We got a cab to where ever Randy told the driver to go. Randy was seriously freaking out the entire car drive. It was like he was claustrophobic or something. I had to tell him to shut up because he kept hyperventilating and just chewing on the weirdest stuff.

When we finally got to our destination I didn't think much of it. It was just a hill with a pine tree at the top. Not real special. Not somewhere you'd expect big beginnings to take place at. But the ocean was right there, and it was the first time I'd ever seen it. I could smell the salt in the air, it stung my nostrils for a quick second but I got over it as soon as it came.

"We're here, happy?" I said to Randy.

"Nope." He was looking at the driver that was getting my stuff out of the trunk.

The driver looked strait at me and then at Randy. "Yum, a double lunch!" His voice was as deep as a low bass, and he was taller than a pro basketball player! I looked at his smiling face. Eh, did he have the worst yellow crooked teeth. But the one thing I would always remember was that he had only one eye.

"RUN!" Randy told me.

I scrambled to the other side of the car. But the driver just laughed. "Foolish half-blood, I will eat you first." Eat me? What the heck? But this dude wasn't kidding, he picked up the car, yes picked it up over his head, and threw it to his left. I crab walked backwards as fast as I could, trying to get a footing.

"UP THE HILL ISABEL!!! GET UP THE HILL!" Randy was screaming on the top of hid lungs.

"I won't leave you!" I yelled back to him.

"Fine" The crazy driver said. "I will just have to eat him first."

"No!" But he already hand Randy in his massive hands, and in a gulp he was gone.

"Yummy satyr."

I was mad now, he just atesomeone that just got me half way across the country in practically a day! Madness took over fear, and I just had this weird feeling in my mind that was channeling all the roots in the ground to rise up and wrap around the mans feet and arms.

I was running up the hill while the wild roots were trying their best to restrain the beast. But they barley phased him, he was just so strong. But I ran and ran, and the roots slowed him down just enough for me to pass the tree at the top of the hill.

I watched as the thing clawed its way up the hill inch by inch. I was standing, but just looking at this picture I fell to my knees. I was getting tired, sleepy tired and out of breath tired.

I herd yells and people running behind me. Someone strong came and lifted me under the arms and carried me somewhere. I can't remember much else because I sorta passed out. But Randy was gone, someone I didn't really even know just died so I could get to the top of a stupid hill.

What was waiting at the top though? Or what was waiting for me beyond the hill? Like Randy told me, I'm deep.

I woke up in a smallish room with two twin beds in it. One was being occupied by me, and the other was neatly made being occupied by...air.

Reality struck and I bolt up right. The blood rushed through my body and I felt sore and light headed. Someone put their hands on my shoulders and gently laid me back down. I put my hand over my head. "Yeah, yup that was a pretty stupid move." I said to myself, sorta kinda forgetting that someone was in the room. The person chuckled.

"If your going to sit up," The voice said, clearly a guy about fifteen. "You might want to do it slowly."

"Got that one thanks." I told him. I opened my eyes, they were a little cloudy but I could tell he had sandy blonde hair. "You don't have one eye do you?"

"Nope, I have two. See?" He took his eyelids and wrenched up.

"I see them, no put them away." I told him. He put his hands to his side.

"I bet you feeling like crap?" He asked.

"Yup."

"Your whole body feels like lead, and you have a tiny headache, but it's still enough to bother you?"

"How'd you know that?" I asked the know it all.

"Lots of kids limp over that hill and wake up feeling just like that. Plus I was one of them too."

"Really?"

"Really." He nodded sincerely. "Here drink this."

He handed me a glass of what looked like apple juice. And it tasted like my dads sweet grilled corn on the cob. My favorite food.

I pulled the glass in front of me and studied it. Even sniffed it. I gave the guy a look saying 'please explain the cool juice'.

"It's nectar." He said.

"I'm drinking flowers?" He giggled at me.

"No, it's a special drink, it tastes like anything you want to. Like mine is cookie dough."

"Ohhh." I said, I looked around the room. "So who's going to tell me everything?"

"Cuts right to the chase, good. Oh and by the way, I'm Tony, Son of Apollo."

"Apollo?" I said to Tony.

"You'll find out later, for now I'm going to walk you to the porch."

He helped me out of bed, I was in a bright, bright orange T-shirt, and the basketball shorts I was wearing before. I could make out Tony's features now, he had dark brown eyes. The kind where you can't see their puples. He was wearing the same T-shirt as me, and it said CAMP HALF-BLOOD on it.

We walked down a short hallway and then out a screen door to a porch where two men where playing a card game. One was in a wheelchair and had a brown beard and a scraggly hair. He looked pretty wise and old, but at the same time younger, and strong. The other guy had bloodshot eyes like he had gone to some major blowout party last night, and is still recovering. His hair was thick with black hair. He just looked sorta stupid, but sophisticated at the same time.

"This is Mr. D, our camp director." Tony said nodding to the party man. Then changed his attention to the wise guy."And this is Chiron, the activity's director here at Camp Half-Blood"

"I see we have anotherone to annoy me." Mr. D said. I wasn't sure if he was talking to Chiron or just to himself.

"It's nice to know you survived the years. And your name is?" Chiron asked me. What did he mean survive?

"Isabel, Isabel Lidiono. I'm from Minnesota."

Tony looked away and said, "Minneso-tah aye?"

"That wasn't funny."

"Sorry but it kinda was." He told me. I playfully hit him in the arm.

"There is nothing wrong with the way we talk."

"Have you herd yourself talk?"

"Well...no."

"Okay so I guess you want to know somethings?" Chiron cut in. I nodded. "Tony would you like to start?"

"Sure." He told him. "You know Ancient Greece and all its famous mythology? Well it's sorta, okay well not sortait's very...real."

My life was different from that point on. The gods that the Ancient Greeks believed in still exists in the twenty first century. They travel with Western Civilization, which right now is here in the U.S.A. Mount Olympus, where the gods live or like go, is at the 600th floor of the Empire State Building.

When Tony said he was the Son of Apollo, he was like...serious. His dad is a Greek god. But he's half human too. And so am I, but not Apollo, hes not the only god that can have half blood kids (half blood meaning half god, half human) all the other Olympian gods and minor gods can have them too.

I'm the Daughter of Demeter. Demeter is the goddess of the Harvest. Which sorta explains why she choose my dad. See the gods fall in love with our moms and dads, but have to go before they can become to attached. That's why my mother could never stay. She's a goddess, at first I was still mad, but now I'm seventeen and long over it.

Monsters, like to eat us demigods (the official term for half bloods) we smell real good. Our aura attacks them to us, and the more we know about who we really are, the stronger the aura becomes satisfying for them monsters. Yes, those freaky demons and hydras really hunt us. Oh and the one the ate Randy and wanted to eat me was a cyclops.

Humans can't see any of this thankfully. There's this weird thing called Mist that tricks their stupid little minds. So if a monster is taking a stroll down the street, people would think its a truck or a semi. They wouldn't see what it really is.

Satyrs are at almost every school, they watch out to see if a half blood is there. Satyrs are half human and half goat, they have fury goat legs, and horns but the rest of their body looks human. They, like monsters can smell us, but they wouldn't hurt us, they wouldn't hurt a leaf. When one of the satyrs finds us, they try to get us here to Camp ASAP before something were to kill us.

See this is the one place we are safe. That pine tree has magical powers that protects the camp with a wall that monsters cant get through, neither can humans. At camp we train for what will come in our future. So we can defend our selves and well...not die.

We stay in cabins. Twelve of them are in a U shape, but it's gone through some changes and is now more of a rectangle shape. At first the cabins were for only each Olympian god. But now the gods are under an oath that all half blood children get claimed and a cabin instead of being shoved in the Hermes cabin. So there are a lot more cabins, for a lot more gods.

Lord Hermes didn't mind who stayed in his cabin, unlike the other gods. Anyone that needed a place to stay could stay there. Unfortunately that means it was very un-roomy in there.

But now almost everyone has a bed to themselves. Most kids have gotten claimed and our in their cabin of godly parenthood. Which if you think about it, makes a lot of happy campers.

Most of the gods forgot about their kids, some went their entire life's not knowing who their mom or dad was. Some kids got really angry at them, and some just spent their lives excepting that they wouldn't get claimed. It was sad and no one liked seeing to happen, but it did, all the time.

Camp Half-Blood was a summer camp. So all the kids camp for the summer, all summer. It was of course free, but it was where you were suppose to go if you wanted to live a long life. Sure if you really had nowhere else to go, or you where just to powerful to go home for the school year you would just stay at camp. They're call year rounders.

Now a year after I was first brought to Camp Half-Blood someone that changed the world stumbled over that big hill with a broken heart, and just like all of us totally confused with a monster on our tail.

You may have herd his name on the news over the years for causing trouble, but trust me he wasn't making trouble. He was saving people.

Percy Jackson wasn't one of the hero's they talk about in Greek myths (that really aren't myths, they're history) he is a new kind of half blood. One that others will follow. One that others will totally look up to.

It took about two weeks for Percy to get in trouble. Big trouble. When he was first claimed people knew he wasn't suppose to be alive.

Percy was the Son of Poseidon. Now that sounds real cool. Big Three, god of the Sea. What a beast. But no not so cool at all. The three major gods, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades all made an oath on the River Styx that they would never have mortal children again. They were to powerful. But mostly because there was a profecey saying that when one the children if the Big Three would decide the fate of Olympus. So if you could understand they wouldn't want their beautiful life's to fall.

Percy came around in either the wrong time or the wrong time. It was the beginning of a war. But not between the gods, but between the Olympians and Kronos the Titan of time, and also the father of six of the Olympians. The gods had gone to war with him at the beginning of their time, and barley won. But he was rising again, and he had a lot of people and things on his side.

Monsters, minor gods, and all those unclaimed, angry, demigods left in the Hermes cabin joined his army, and Percy was Olympus's only hope. All those pissed off kids taught the Olympians a big lesson.

In the end Percy had to bring together all the Olympians to fight, because a couple of them were having some troubles. Just like the last time, the gods barley won, and New York City, more than half of America, and Olympus all in ruins. But we won, and Western Civilization still lives.

Percy Jackson...he's pretty amazing, not like anything I've ever seen. He's one of those guys that is always the hero, even if he almost kills himself he's that one guy that's there to save the world. And yes he's in trouble a lot. More than he's suppose to, but I'm pretty sure he's trying to do the right thing.

I've never talked to him, I'm to invisible, one of those people that's never mentioned but was still there. It's like if your at a mall and there's two security guards. A and B. If someone gets there purse stolen and Security Guard A goes and gets the robber, but Security Guard B see's the whole thing and goes to comfort the woman. In the news/newspaper only Security Guard A will be mention because he did something that had impact.

I don't have impact. That's why I've never even tried to talk to my biggest crush ever, even if I have been at camp longer than him. Besides Annabeth is his girlfriend and they fought almost every battle together. He's of course taken, but they're probably end up marrying each other if they live long enough. They're way to locked for anyone to break up...except maybe Annabeth's mother.

Anyways I sort of think I had my eye on him first. Ever since Percy passed out on the crest of Half- Blood Hill, I knew he was going to be the one I'd be dreaming about.

But when they came back from their first quest, I knew Annabeth liked him, and that she would have him wrapped around her finger, even if she didn't want to for the moment.

Not going to lie, it's always been hard to see them together. But I've gotten used to it. It's just like starring at a lollipop but knowing you can't have it. It's okay, that lollipop wouldn't like a loner girl that has really no friends.

Dreams

Dreams for me, or any other half-blood, are always nightmares, the future, or glimpses of something that will help you later in life. This causes us not want to sleep. In other words, dreaming sucks, but I love to sleep.

My dreams suddenly changed when I got to camp this year. At first it was just once in a while, then more often, and now every night. Every night I have dreams about Percy. But the dreams are horrible. Instead of the future, its his past. Let me refrase that, his bad past, like his battles and stuff.

I was so confused at first, one because it was weird, and two I always woke up with a headache afterward. I guess I didn't know what to make of it, now I just can't get the images out of my head.

I don't think I'm telling you everything. See when I get the dreams, I'm in the mind of him, pretty much looking through his eyes and stuff like that. It's kinda cool, because it's the only time I know how to fight, but it really isn't. Don't worry I have way more. Since I'm Percy in the dreams I can, well, I can feel everything. Pretty much everything from the sword in my hands, to when I crack my head open and almost black out. So if you can imagine it kinda hurts. Sometimes, most times, I want to scream, but I'm in a dream my voice won't work. This is bad when you have to be fights monsters that your loosing against.

Most of the time, its all about the freakish monsters he fights, and the things that really scare Percy. And let me tell you if they scare him, most likely I'll be scared.

Every night I'd toss and turn, wanting to wake up so I could escape his pain. But I couldn't, I could never wake up until the fight was over. I had to feel it. Now every night I fear going to bed even if I'm exhausted.

I don't know why I get these dreams, but no one knows, well I don't think they do.

My life is far from normal, if there is such thing as a normal life. But I had no idea how much it could change in almost less than 3 minutes.

It took place on an irregular day, sunny, no rain, but cold. Everyone having a good time I guess. I had finished a book that day. I was wondering around in the spaces of my head, just thinking about my book. It was during the sing a long, and the Apollo cabin lead it tonight.

One of the guys singing up there was looking at me weird. He had dark hair, but not black like most of the kids here. When ever I looked at him back, he'd smile. And let me tell you, he had one heck of great smile.

Anyways Annabeth, yup Annabeth, came to talk to me. One thing is no one talks to me, especially her. I didn't really know she was standing there, I was to busy fire gazing and...well, thinking. So it really surprised me when she talked to me!

"Hi, your Isabel right?" I looked up at her to make sure someone was really talking to me, and it wasn't just my mind taking' off on me.

"Um, yeah, hi Annabeth." I was so nervous.

See Annabeth, Percy, Rachel, and all the other "popular" people (if that's what you would call it) sat more up in the bleachers and away from the door. I put my hand out towards her, she looks at it for a second, then shakes it.

Annabeth was wearing the typical camp gid-up. She had on the bright, bright, orange shirt that says Camp Half-Blood on it, with a brown zip up sweater. It was a cold night so it made sense that she was also wearing jeans. We have been having odd weather for the past week, the nights were cooler than they were suppose to be and they days always loomed just above sixty degrees.

"Um, how'd you know my name?" I looked at her for a second, I put an expression on my face saying 'Are you serious?'. I studied her face, it flushed orange in the fire light, she quickly says "Right, um, you wanna come sit with us? Percy wanted to talk to you, he said you looked kind of lonely. So if you want come sit with us, you can. We have no problem with a another person over there." I gazed at the fire for a moment then looked back up at her. Wow, she really was Athena's daughter, she looked so confident and sure of herself when she spoke, like she knew I would say yes. And the fact that she was hinting to me that I should really go over there.

"Yeah, I'd like that." I smiled and we started to make the hike up and over to Percy, and Rachel. Annabeth never looked back to see if I had fell behind, she just quickly walked forward.

Why was Percy all of a sudden taking interest in me? I've been here longer than him and now he notices I'm sitting alone. The kind of alone I've had a relationship with for a while. My dad always says that people are not that different from fruit or plants. If there not ripe or there just rotten, no one will pick them, that people only pick the ripe juicy ones. I guess I was just right today. But whatever guys are weird anyway, I swear they can't process somethings at times.

"Everybody this is Isabel, she's going to be sitting with us tonight OK?" Annabeth said it like there was no other option. Rachel, smiled at me, I swear she had a look on her face that said in big bold letters I KNOW SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW!!!!!. It wasn't just a smile, it was one of those fake sad feeling smiles that get me nervous.

"Hi" I mumbled. Percy stood up, grin'd and shook my hand. The thing about Percy is that he's always smiling, well most of the time. But this time when I felt it, a jolt through my mind, he wasn't smiling. I think he noticed it too.

All of a sudden I got flash backs of Percy's life rushed in my head. My body screamed, because I could everything but nothing. I felt everything he cut in his battles, all the pain on my shoulders. My body ached and screamed. Even though my head was to busy looking at all the owys Percy took, I sensed gravity slam dunking me to the ground. Like I said in my mind I was feeling pain everywhere in my body, but in real life it was lifeless, just laying on the cold cement, like it's been there forever. I remember only Annabeth leaning over me, with a blur of monsters, she was gone, and blackness took her place.

At first I thought the blackness was from being unconscious, but I soon realized I was in the underworld. Oh yippee the underworld, cold, creepy, it gave me shivers straight up my spine. I wasn't dead, I was in one of Percy's horrifying adventures. But before, I really realized what he was doing here he was already standing over the river Styx, and walking into it.

My legs went numb, and just like Percy I went head first into the river. My first reaction was OW! The burning: unbearable. I could not breathe, I was thinking about how weird it was because Percy can always breathe underwater. I noticed myself disintegrating with him, I saw my hands washing away. I felt a tug, I was in Percy's mind, I was always in there in his dreams. An image of Annabeth pulling him out of the water in the canoe lake, because he fell out. I saw what he saw when he had to concentrate on not ending up dead.

Annabeth is what he saw. Annabeth is why hes not dead. Annabeth is why hes still alive today. Annabeth is the reason why Percy could fight a huge war...Annabeth is why Olympus survived.

I realized a lot in that dream. Percy, he cared, and loved Annabeth a lot. I realized that no one will ever replace her, that even if I tried to make him forget, he would just hate me. But I would never try to make him like me, stealing other peoples boyfriend just is not my style. Maybe I could just befriend him instead...but I guess fate didn't like that.

I woke up, well not woke I kind jumped five feet out of the bed and landed on my feet like I had been awake for the whole time. I look around the room wildly and instantly start panicking, I have so many questions, and I needed answers for them. My mind was having a mini meltdown. I was imagining little people running around like every stock in New York went down two hundred points.

Chiron was sitting across the room, looking at me, or analyzing me? He was in wheelchair form now, which explains why he was, well sitting. It looked like he was saying something in Ancient Greek, but I didn't try to decode it. He said something (in English) and Percy walked in. Immediately I flinched, and my head wrenched like someone just hit me over the head with a hammer when I already had a bad migraine. I clutched my head,(like that would help) I wanted him to leave because obviously I didn't like him at the moment. That's not the worst part, I couldn't control myself and weeds started wrapping all around him.

"I can't stop!" I yelled in pain. And I couldn't stop it was just growing and growing, I had no idea where it was all coming from. Well I was in relief when he I caught a glimpse of him ripping through them like they were nothing to him. Which of course they really weren't. The weed kept growing, I thought I would kill him at some point, that he would tier and I would keep growing around him, but darkness claimed me again before I would find out.


Good place to end Chapter one, going to get chapter 2 out as soon as I can. It's my first fanfic so I need to figure a couple things out!!