Annabeth sighed for what must've been the hundredth time that day. She was in her apartment, clutching her head as the pressure screamed at her, almost as if it was telling her to do something.

'But what? What am I supposed to do?'

Receiving no answer, she walked to her small kitchen to make get her old celestial bronze knife when she had a sudden flashback to when she used to fight against monsters with Percy. Back when she was happy with her life. Back when she wasn't always busy...

'Back when Percy still loved me.'

She winced as another flash of pain accompanied this thought, blazing-hot and blinding intensity. Her head was screaming at her. She fell to the ground grabbing her head. Tears came from her eyes. That was more powerful than the last. But every time it ended with a flashback of Camp Half-Blood. Her childhood... To Percy...

'Do I need to go to Camp Half-Blood?'

As soon as she thought this the pain subsided and became nothing more than a buzz in the back of her brain. Was it a sign? She felt a strong urge... Percy... She hadn't seen him in years!

'Should I just call? You know... Check up on him?'

She picked up the phone book and looked up Percy's number... She dialed his number and waited.

A brief second later, Percy heard the phone ring. He looked at the caller id. Annabeth Chase... He wasn't sure why he kept Annabeth's number with a name. Despite how many years had passed, he still felt both the love that she caused in him. He wasn't sure if he could handle talking to her. I mean she chose work over him...

In response, the thrumming swelled again.

Answer the phone, dirtbag!

"Alright, I'll answer!" Percy yelled. He pressed the button to open the phone and held it to his ear.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Percy?"

"Uh, hey, Annabeth. What's up?" He was amazed that his voice was smooth.

"Oh, nothing much, except that I can't sleep. I've been laying here for a good hour trying to, but my mind won't let me. Then, for whatever reason, I felt the strongest urge to call you. So that's what I'm doing." She replied a little sheepishly.

"Really? You're thinking of me?"

"Well! Uh.. Don't take this the wrong way! Really, I just thought if I gave into my urges I might get some sleep. Maybe..."

"Yeah, maybe..." There was an uncomfortable moment of silence.

"So what's new with you?" Annabeth asked.

"I'm a swim teacher."

"Wow! Totally ironic, Son of Poseidon!" She teased.

"Hey..." He said in mock pain, "What are you then?"

"I'm still Architect of Olympus."

"Oh, cool..."

"I don't know what it is, Perc, but I have this, like, feeling that something bad is about to happen. but, I'm not the Oracle." She said changing the subject.

"Yeah, I've been having the same feeling."

"You too? Wow." She replied shocked.

"But I don't think it's anything." He replied.

"Really?"

"Nah. It'll probably pass soon."

"Well, I'm coming to Camp Half-Blood tomorrow."

"Seriously? I was thinking that too. But that's impossible. We don't share an empathy link."

"Well, something is pulling us together. But I'll see you tomorrow, Seaweed Brain."

Percy hung up the phone. Did she just call him 'Seaweed Brain'? That nickname hasn't been used ever since she broke up with him... After they broke up, she would just call him 'Perseus' or 'Percy'. He laid down on his couch. He still loved her. But is it possible that she still loved him? Maybe? No.

'Perseus. Shake the thought off. She doesn't feel the same way as you do. You're both thirty now... You've moved on... So has she...'

He shut his eyes and fell asleep.

At the same time, Annabeth was thinking. 'Seaweed Brain'? That was used as a name as a sign of affection for years. Or at least that's who she saw it.

'Hopefully, Seaweed B- I mean Percy didn't catch that...'

Was she still attracted to him. Just a little? She imagined his six-pack... His toned abs. But she caught herself and smacked herself, "Are you crazy, Annabeth? You don't love him! That was years ago..."

She went in her bedroom and fell asleep.

A black haired man fell to the ground in pain. Damn it!

'Go to Camp Half-Blood, moron!'

Nico couldn't understand it... Why would he want to go back? He yelled in annoyance, "Shut up!"

'Just go Nico! You want to!'

"Okay! Fine! If it will make this voice in my head shut up!" He yelled.

He groaned and exited his house and into his car.

An old centaur looked at Camp Half-Blood's lake. Hopefully, Hermes was able to get the message into their heads. Soon, the centaur heard footsteps. He turned to see Dionysus, "Dionysus."

"Chiron... Are you sure that you chose the right people? I mean... Well... Peter and Annabelle and Nikki aren't what we call great heroes we've gotten over the years."

"No, Dionysus... They are the best thing we've got to hope. I believe they are the ones in the Prophecy. They'll work. They'll work just fine."