A note from Lavender:

Look, I'd always wanted to be a half-blood.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Everyone does. Magic powers, supreme strength, the whole she-bang.

You probably think this is going to be some stupid, badly written fanfiction that's- well- fiction. But it isn't. This is real life. It's a recount of my life, starting from October 2nd, 2012.

Percy gave me permission to publish this, to warn you. All of you.

Something is coming. Something big.

Lavender turned the page of Heroes of Olympus: The Mark of Athena. It was so gripping, she almost didn't react when "Final call for 3:30 flight to New York City- Air Canada!" issued from the speakers above her head.

She was in Vancouver Airport. She sat in a scratchy blue seat right next to her gate. Headed to New York City- her parents had told her that her long-lost aunt Annie lived there- she was going alone, as her mother 'wasn't feeling well'.

After a few moments, Lavender sighed and closed the book, slipping in her Percy Jackson-themed bookmark.

Lavender was obsessed with Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus. She had a Tumblr blog dedicated to it, she made cakes for all the characters when it was their birthdays, and she wrote many, many fanfictions about them- she considered herself pretty good at writing. She had posters on her walls of Burdge-Bug's amazing fanarts, she even drew fanarts herself (even if they were terrible), she had an official Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, and her parents' car had an SPQR bumper sticker. She was also planning to go to the Empire State Building in NYC to ask to go to the 600th floor. So, yeah, she was an obsessed fangirl. Whatever.

Lavender entered the plane, worried that she would have to sit next to a crazy old man- or worse, a crying baby. She thanked her lucky stars that she was sitting in a window seat. She loved looking out at the clouds.

She found that the two seats in her section were unoccupied. She tied her frizzy, long brown hair into a ponytail and stared at the empty runways.

Finally a bunch of people rushed into her area. Two sat next to her and three settled into in the row behind her. She turned to look at them- hopefully they won't be mothers with little kids, Lavender thought.

They were actually about 18 or 19. She sighed in relief.

The guy next to her had jet-black hair. Probably dyed, Lander thought. He was wearing a plain green t-shirt and dark jeans. He was facing his friend beside him, so he couldn't see his face. His friend was a girl, and she had blonde hair- Lavender could see that.

The guy turned to face her, and she saw that his eyes were green- sea green. Her heart started to beat ferociously.

OH MY GODS. It- it can't be. No, lots of people have black hair and green eyes. Percy is fictional! she reminded herself.

The girl next to him was definitely blonde. Her gray eyes were distracted, and she was fiddling with the zipper on her bright yellow bag. Um, sounds familiar? Blonde, gray eyes... Lavender could have convinced herself that it wasn't Annabeth- if it wasn't for the owl-shaped earrings.

Her hand went to her mouth. No, no way, not possible, the logical part of her brain screamed.

She peered at the three people behind her.

It was two guys and a girl. One of them was Latino with curly black hair and a crazy smile. He was the mirror image of Leo Valdez. He was her favorite character!

The girl was dark-skinned, with cocoa colored hair and strange golden eyes. Um... Hazel? She was wearing a black blouse with a purple skirt. Still showing Roman pride, I see.

The other guy was huge. He was easily 6 foot 7, or taller. He was burly and Asian, and his dimpled smile was cheery. His Vancouver Winter Olympics hoodie- Canada pride! - was a little small. Frank, anyone?

"Um, hello?" the guy next to her- the one who looked like Percy- asked, waving his hand in front of her face, snapping her back to the real world. "Are you OK? You look kind of worried."

Lavender forced herself to be calm. There were two other options that didn't involve fictional characters being real.

"Am I- am I being Punk'd?" she whispered. The Annabeth doppelgänger frowned, then looked as if she partially understood.

"Uh, no.." 'Percy' said, confused.

"Then are you really, really good cosplayers?"

"What the Hade- I mean, what the heck are cosplayers?"

Shoot. There's no other logical explanation for this!

"What's going on, Perce?" 'Leo' half-shouted from behind them. "Is there something wrong?"

"OK, so what's your name?" 'Percy' asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Er.. it doesn't matter..." Lavender mumbled. She pulled out The Mark of Athena from her backpack and buried her face in it.

The others shrugged and went back to talking about regular things- if they had looked closer at the cover of her book, they would have know what her problem was.

Wait a second..

Lavender was almost at the end of the book. The end of Chapter 51, to be exact.

Her brain couldn't process what she was seeing. Annabeth was falling towards the pit to Tartarus. Percy caught her. Well, Percy will pull her up, right? Right?

He couldn't pull her up. The pull was too strong.

No, no, no!

They were going to meet Nico on 'the other side'?

'"As long as we're together," she said.'

No, no, no, no, no, this isn't happening. Lavender's hand went to her mouth as he tried to keep in a scream of anguish. Not Percabeth! Anything but them!

'together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.'

"No! This isn't supposed to- what the hell, Rick Riordan?" Lavender found herself saying out loud.

'Percy' and 'Annabeth' turned to stare at her.

"Rick Riordan, did you say?"

"Well, yeah! I'm kind of obsessed with his books! It's perfectly normal!" Lavender defended herself.

"Oh, I get it," Percy said. "That's- oh.. that's why you were so shocked to see us. You were right, of course."

"This doesn't happen very much, as demigods usually don't like reading, but sometimes.. well.. this happens," Annabeth added, smiling reassuringly.

Lavender's brain was slowly malfunctioning. She had about two million questions: What were they all doing in Vancouver? Where were Piper and Jason? What about the war with Gaia? And, if the book was correct, weren't Percy and Annabeth supposed to be in Tartarus?

It was all too much for her. She fainted.