Annabeth's POV

Prologue

The recreation of Olympus is going just as I planned. My dream to create something permanent is coming true and with my Father finally allowing me to live close to camp and be able to "watch" I more like to call it supervising the re-building of Olympus. But even with the perfectness of my life right now. There is one person who could be better in order to make my life perfect, Perseus Jackson. We just cannot stop arguing and he knows that I am right, but why? Why try to argue? Just because he has been the main leader of camp, the source of all our victories and has the Achilles heel makes him better than the rest of us.

Some of Aphrodite's daughters are calling our situation "trouble in paradise" But unfortunately, I never thought that I, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, would agree with the daughters of Aphrodite, more in particular Drew. I wish that if I had the chance to choose who I was dating, I would. I've started to pick up on what Mother and Thalia said to me as a warning. Percy may seem or look like he understands what I'm trying to explain to him, for example architecture, buildings and of course strategies for battle. But in truth he has no clue, he tries to help me, but I can tell when he tries to help with my designs that with everything I've told him and believed to have taken time to teach him, none of it has sunk into his "seaweed" brain.

At the beginning I was wanted to share my knowledge with Percy, I wanted to give Percy some of my knowledge on my passion of designing. But of course the more I explained the more I realized that all my hard work and all my time given to explain to Percy was just being wasted. Nothing of what I taught him was sticking in his brain. Maybe the nickname I gave him was more accurate than I planned for. I'm starting to rethink the qualities I want in a boyfriend, those basic qualities are not being reached. I remember as a young girl, I wanted someone who would at least attempt to listen to me, with the knowledge I pass on to sink in. Someone who has a clear plan of what they wish to do late on in life, Percy tells me he wants to live at camp and be a future trainer for the next lot of demigods we find. That's a good plan I agree, but it will not help me when I wish to live in the outside world and create homes for people, monuments and buildings that will last.

I am starting to believe more in the motto "father like son". Percy has not even seen me once during my stay in New York, as he promised to. As I sit in my dorm, overlooking my designs for the new Olympus. I have that feeling that everything will change soon, pray to Mother that fate will be on my side for once, lead the way to a better life and maybe even give Percy a little bit of good luck. Maybe even someone who can prove me wrong, show that there is more to live than camp. As I pack my bags for camp, I get the feeling that the quest that may happen this stay at camp will hit home more than usual. I think it's time to go home, answer all my unsolved questions.