This is completely different form the original chapter 1. I hope you all don't mind. I just REALLY like this better.

Annabeth

"Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!", my alarm clock yelled. I sat up out of my bed and looked around my room. Same room as a week ago, except for the long, white dress hanging on the closet door. It was the big day. Wow. I never thought that I would survive this long or that this would actually happen but... Today I was getting married. Honestly, when do you expect a demigod to actually survive this long? I yawned and smiled as I thought of how seaweed brain first proposed to me. A little fun fact about our lives; Percy proposed to me twice. Well, the first time didn't really count but I still count it as the true proposal.

Once again, I had woken from a Tartarus nightmare. I woke up sweating and panting. Usually my dreams were about the future or present but I guess when you experience a horrible event, you can dream about that, too. Yay. I lay in my bunk on the Argo II for a few moments, trying to collect myself. It had only been five days since we escaped the pits of hell. I will not cry, I thought. Then the door creaked open. Who would be standing there but the boy whom my nightmare was about. He sneaked over to the bed and stood watching me, breathing heavily. He must have had a nightmare, too. I hid a grin. I knew It was wrong, but I couldn't help it. When his breathing started to slow down I sat up quickly and whispered "hi."

He muffled a scream. "Gods of Olympus, Annabeth don't do that!" He half-yelled, half-whispered.

I snickered. "Sorry, not sorry"

He rolled his eyes but then looked at me more seriously. "Do you-?" He gestured towards the door.

I nodded and slipped out of bed. We walked out of the room hand in hand.

The stables were warm and cozy, as always, and the dark ocean rolled beneath us from the glass panel.

I sat next to him, the one person who could calm me down, the one person who I trusted entirely. I looked at him and caught him staring at me. He blushed and quickly looked away. I decided to ignore that.

"So", I said. "We're going to Athens"

"Yep"

"Were, apparently, our blood will be spilt."

"Uh huh"

"Splendid", I said, leaning back into his arms.

We were quiet for a while, just happy being with each other. Until... "I don't think this is proper", he stated.

I didn't need to ask him to know that he was talking about being alone in the stables. I glanced at him, "Excuse me?"

He hesitated before he spoke again. I tried to look as intimidating as possible. He didn't think it was proper? How was he to judge that? He suggested it to begin with!

"Well", he spoke with caution. "I don't want you to get in trouble. And I don't want people getting the wrong idea. I just-"

I stopped him with a kiss. He kissed me back so I know I won the argument. "Do you think I care if this is proper, Mr. Jackson?"

He smiled, "I honestly don't care myself, Mrs. Jackson."

My eyes widened. "What?" I said. Did he seriously just say Mrs. Jackson?

He cursed but other than that, no response. He stayed exactly where he was. Nothing changed except his face turned bright red.

"Percy?" I stammered. "Did you- did you just say-?"

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand. "Annabeth?"

"Yes?" I asked. I was still confused about the 'Mrs. Jackson' bit. I HATE being confused.

"Will you marry me?"

Now I was really confused. I could barely breathe. I tried to analyze the situation, but the only thing I could think was, Yes! Of course! Which was really naïve of me. I sat up straight and looked at him. Maybe I didn't hear him correctly. "What?"

He looked uncomfortable and regretful. Like he wished he had never said anything. "Will you marry me?" he repeated.

"Percy, we're 17." I said my eyes wide and confused. Is that why he said Mrs. Jackson? "And my mom would kill you, like, literally kill you. And we still have to finish the war. and-"

He looked appalled. "I didn't mean now!" he exclaimed. "Do you think I'm that stupid? No, I don't want to hear your answer to that. I just meant I want to know if you would marry me. Like, when all of this is over. If it is ever is over because Annabeth-" He paused and took a deep breath. "I don't know if we'll survive this one. The whole thing with an oath to keep with a final breath and my fatal flaw... I would gladly die for you, everyone knows it, and if I die, I want to die knowing that I would've been married to Annabeth Chase." He gave me a crooked grin. "I dunno if you can tell, but I've thought about it for a while."

I stared at him. Of course I wanted to be with him but engagement? At 17? Well, he wasn't really proposing, was he? He was sort of right though. If I died, wouldn't I want to die knowing that I would've been with the boy I loved, forever? I usually don't allow myself to think such girly thoughts, especially at a time like this. But of course I wanted to be with him. And he was worth dying for. If there was one reason why I was still alive, it was because that silly Seaweed Brian of mine always gave me a reason to live.

I smiled at him. "Yes."

His eyes lifted hopefully, "Yes?"

I turned around and sat in his lap. My hands twined around his neck. "Yes"

He grinned. A real, joyful smile of happiness that I hadn't seen on his face since his sixteenth birthday. He kissed me. We sat like that until I slumped into his shoulder, finally having a blissful dreamless sleep.

I snapped out of my reverie and got out of bed. I took a shower and flopped back down on my bed. I'm getting married to Percy. I thought in my head, giddily. I know its ridiculous to be all girly and such but, it was my wedding day. Then I sat up alert as I heard a knock at the door.