I awoke in cold sweat.
"Beside my bunk, a huge, lumpy mass stirred, showing the face of my half-brother, Tyson. His one eye blinked at me, filled with sleep and worry.

"Another bad dream, brother?" He asked.

"It's nothing. Just, go back to sleep Tyson." I murmured. Tyson grunted and rolled over, filling the cabin with small grunts and snores. I would have joined him, if I wasn't so occupied with thoughts of Annabeth. Quietly, I slipped over to the magic fountain Tyson had fixed from two camp years ago. With a few drachmas on a desk beside the fountain, I took one and threw it into the mist that the fountain produced.

"Oh, Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, accept my offering. Show me Annabeth." I whispered. The mist flickered and showed me Annabeth. It was dark around her, but she was illuminated with a single torch, which apparently, Annabeth was trying to burn the ropes around her wrists. And then a door opened, just in my view.

"Well, well, well." Called Luke Castellan, our old Camp Half-Blood friend- and now our should-be-dead enemy.

"You couldn't stay dead for long, could you?" Annabeth asked, her face strong and defiant, but her expression wavered slightly, and her tone threatened to break completely. I was hoping he wouldn't notice, but Luke cast his head back and laughed, so with a sinking pile of dread, I knew he had caught Annabeth in his web of lies.

"My patron was quite generous enough to let me out of the Underworld." He smirked.

"Your patron? First Kronos, and then another patron to help you lose again?" Annabeth asked.
"Scoff now, but you'll be joining our cause soon enough. My patron will let your puny gods live. But the Earth has caused us enough grief. You are given a second chance, Annabeth, to join with me. Family. Isn't that what you want?" Luke asked. He chuckled and walked over to a different door. He opened it, but whatever was in it was blocked from my view.

Annabeth shook her head sadly and the spoke.
"Not like this, Luke. Not like this." Acting as if he hadn't heard her, Luke motioned to the doorway, as Annabeth screamed.
"HIM? I thought he was-"
"Watch your tongue." A cold voice said sternly. "We have... intruders."
"Percy! It's-" Annabeth was cut off again as Luke placed his hand over her mouth.
"Percy Jackson. He killed Kronos." Luke muttered. Annabeth suddenly bit Luke, and then glanced helplessly around the room. She opened her mouth, but the voice that cam out was Grover's.
"PPPEEEERRRRCCCCYYY!" She bleated nervously. Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself facing an empty fountain, and I was laying on the floor.
"What happened?" Grover asked.
"I'll tell you after. First, we need a camp counselor meeting." I said firmly.