A/N: I'm too lazy to write an A/N write now, even though it is my first chapter ;) . Continuation of SON.
Annabeth's POV (Will be multiple POVs).
Annabeth Chase stood at the bow of the Argo II, staring at the approaching city. It had been eight months since she had last seen Percy, and eight months was a very long time. Although it was Leo's boat, Rachel had announced via creepy green mist that in essence, this was Annabeth's quest. Well, as soon as they headed to Rome it would be. Annabeth didn't want to admit it, but being a part of a major prophecy was not what she had signed up for. Either way, Leo had agreed to let her take over as the leader of his quest because apparently she was the "top dog". Obviously, this news had delivered itself to Hera, causing Hera to decide that in order for the Romans to take her seriously "the leader needs to dress appropriately". That's what the note on her bunk attached to a ridiculous classic white one-shouldered Greek gown had said when she found it when she had just gotten out of the shower, anyway. When Annabeth had scowled and tossed the thing to the floor it then appeared on her body, her hair suddenly dried and pinned back out of her face in an ancient Greek style. And Annabeth could not make it go away. So she felt pretty ridiculous standing amidst all of her friends in jeans and armor. Sure, she would admit it: she did feel a but glamorous with the long, white silk flapping behind her in the wind, but still, this was definitely NOT her outfit of choice for the first time she saw Percy again in eight months. She sighed at the thought of their reunion. Obviously she had some worries and doubts, but after Tyson had told her about his encounter with Percy two days ago; the strange things about his past, and how he seemed to have some of his memories back, she wasn't really that worried. And there was that odd dream she'd had last week, when her subconscious had told Percy to "stay put." But as odd as it might have been, it was the reassurance that she needed. It was the thing that gave her the confidence boost that made her even allow herself to go on this quest. All she needed was to get the Romans to believe her . . .
Leo's POV
Leo wasn't sure how he felt about their journey so far. The boat had finally been finished last week, and then they had had to prepare it for the journey, blah blah blah. Then, finally, he had been the one to send the video scroll to the mysterious, legendary Percy Jackson, and hopefully to the Romans. Was Leo scared of the Romans? Pshh. No way. He was freaking Leo Valdez! It had been his idea to build the Argo II, his idea to send a video scroll, and his job to freaking steer it! He was the master of fire, the Supreme Commander of the Argo II. Did he give Annabeth the job to lead the quest because was nervous that if he was the one who introduced the Greeks to the Romans he would be responsible if they all ran onto their boat and killed everyone? Of course not! It was just that Annabeth was a better . . . public speaker. And all that . . . other . . . leaderish stuff. There was no harm in that! Leo looked down at the aerial GPS attached to his steering wheel. Oh my Gods! This ship really did travel fast! They had
"Five minutes until landing!"
Hazel's POV
Hazel stood a little uncomfortably with Percy's arm around her. Frank was on the other side of Percy, and he didn't look too comfy either. They exchanged glances; a silent confirmation that Percy was acting really weird. He looked like a six-year-old about to get a birthday present. She was almost positive it was because of the fact that in only a few minutes, maybe even seconds, Percy would officially get his old life back. His friends, his family, his girlfriend. In all of that way, Hazel did envy her new friend. In her eyes, he had a lot more than she did. He had made his friends years ago, he had a family would never abandon him, and now all of the people who had missed him had built this giant ship just to come find him. That's not entirely true, and you know it She mentally scolded herself. They came here because of the war. Which was also true, but at this point, Hazel didn't think it was very likely to have a very warm welcome, even if Percy had insisted on it. There was still Octavian to think about, and the Lares and their old ways, and everyone else who hadn't been it that Senate meeting. And the fact that Percy, had only been here for a week, and not a lot of people trusted him. Her thoughts were interrupted by a ground-shaking THUMP. The ship had safely landed (thank the Gods) in the Field of Mars, about seven feet away from crushing the forum altogether. People shifted away from it as a long, wooden plank lowered onto the ground, that had been blocking anyone from seeing anything but the Greeks' shining bronze armor. Slowly, the Greeks came into view, or more likely one Greek in particular. Hazel felt Percy's arms go slack, and she and Frank had to help him back to his feet. His mouth was shut, but his eyes had an excited, determined, glint. There were about one hundred and fifty Greeks standing in bronze armor, so you couldn't really tell who any of them were. The only person who was perfectly visible, was probably one of the prettiest girls Hazel had ever seen. She was wearing a long, silk white Greek dress that went down to her feet, a fluttery white Greek chiton, a cloak that symbolized power and honor, and dark leather sandals. She had long, perfectly curled blonde hair, that was pulled back out of her face in an interesting style that gave everyone a perfect view of her beautiful, terrifying, dark gray eyes. She radiated power, almost like the way that Reyna did, except for in a more intimidating way that said, listen to me I know what I'm doing way more than you do. Before Hazel could wonder whether or not the gorgeous blonde girl was a goddess, she heard Percy say something that he barely even breathed.
"Annabeth."
