Um, so hello everybody, It's me, Flowerbed. Well, I guess nobody would remember me since the last time I uploaded a fanfictions was like, 2 years ago. It's no surprise that nobody remembers me. I'm not disappointed, not at all! (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

Anyway, I'm thinking of writing a new one. Although I didn't think the story through, I guess it would work out. Well, somehow.

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Annabeth POV.

I looked around the table with my plate in my hands. There was no room for me to sit on. As I was the newcomer, I had to sit when all the others have already gotten seated. I asked the one on the end of the bench to squeeze a little bit in and sat on that little piece of wood that was left. The Athena table was one of the tables that were closest to the forest so I was the one who was the closest to the forest.

I tried to eat normally with half of my body hanging out in the air. Let me tell you. It's not easy. Not easy at all. Especially for a 7 year old girl, like me.

I was claimed very recently, but everybody knew I was a child of Athena ever since I came here. The blonde hair and stormy grey eyes gave it away I guess. But still, the seating in the mess hall tables were decided by the order the campers joined the cabin. So I was dead last. Not that I was really angry about that. Not at all! Well the fact that I had to have half of my butt hanging out was not pleasant. But still, everybody must have gone through it.

I shoved some baked beans into my mouth while mindlessly staring out at the wilderness which was almost the most nearest thing to me except my sort of half-brother sitting next to me chuckling nosily to his friend on the other side.

Dryads were talking to each other, giggling and playing around, just having a great time. I could also hear the gurgling sound of the naiads living in the small creeks in the woods. She didn't really like those creatures. They were absolute flirts; always waving to boys they have never even met, like Luke.

Luke. I looked over at the Hermes table. Luke was there, with his handsome features, blonde hair glowing the noon sunlight like honey gold. It was like he was just shining by himself. He had already made friends with other campers in the cabin. I knew he would. I knew he would get over that gloomy depressing state he went through when Thalia died. No, she wasn't really dead. She is still alive, but not so alive. She lives, but as a pine tree, guarding the camp borders.

It had been quite a long time since I saw him smile. 14 years old. Too young to be despaired for eternity, isn't it?

I turned my gaze away from Luke and fixed in on my own dinner plate. I hadn't eaten much because I was too busy daydreaming. I saw other campers leaving. They had already finished their dinner. Even the Hermes cabin seemed to be shrinking. I could sit with quite some empty space left for some campers have left.

I picked up my fork and forked at the green beans I had gotten. There was also a piece of barbeque left over. I finished by beans but just couldn't finish that meat. It isn't like I don't like meat or anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm not like Grover. I'm not really a vegetarian. I had already burned my piece of food to Athena, my mother. And I didn't feel like throwing that little piece of meat away. Its waste, isn't it?

While I was wondering how I could get rid of this meat without giving a hand to Global warming, I heard a faint whimper coming from the woods. I looked up, trying to see if anybody else heard the cry. But everybody else was still absorbed in their dinners or with their conversations.

Maybe it was just the wind.

I had just decided to finish it off for the sake of Grover(who hates it when people leave food) when I heard the cry again. It was little bit louder this time. Still faint, but it was an unmistakable whimper of a creature calling for help. I looked around once more, saw that nobody was really paying attention to me, and sled down the bench. I crawled out under the table and headed toward the nearest brush that I could find.

The leaves of the brush were a little bit sharp, scraping my legs and arms a little bit. It didn't hurt much. How much can a sharp leaf hurt?

I stood up when I was sure I was out of sight of the other campers and perched up my ears to hear the whimper again but I couldn't hear anything for a while. The evening sunlight broke through the high leaves of the forest and made beautiful patterns for light on the forest floor. Dry leaves and fresh leaves were all bathed in warm sunlight. It was a peaceful sight, the forest floor giving out an orange sort of beam.

The forest looked golden and peaceful.

Not hearing the sound again, I decided that it must have been the sound of the wind, and I had heard it wrong. Just as I was turning my back to the woods, I heard the whimpering again. I caught it this time and turned quickly to where the sound came from.

"Ok, this time is the last time." I muttered to myself.

"If I can't find what's making that sound, I'm going to leave here no matter the circumstances."

I walked toward the direction the sound came from. Dry brown leaves disintegrated under my strong, determined footsteps. A ray of red sunlight that went through all of the leaves shined down on a patch of grass behind a blueberry bush with muffled sounds of giggling coming through. Those sounds were probably made by Dryads. I wonder what they are giggling about.

I brushed the leaves away that tickled my face to see where the sound had come from. When I got passed the bush, I found a little creature, wiggling under the warm golden sunlight. It was surrounded by a couple of dryads who were looking at it, fascinated by the movement of the young one.

"Um… Hello?" I reached out to the dryads. They looked around and found me standing awkwardly next to the blueberry bush they were leaning their backs to. They giggled once again and melted back into their homes, the blueberry bush and the juniper tree next to it, leaving only a faint scent of both trees.

"So…Ok. I get you guys don't want to talk to me." I muttered under my breath and walked toward the thing those dryads were fascinated at.

The creature was a small, young little thing. I knelt next to it to see what it was up close and found out that it was indeed a baby, although it had some fur, it was quite small and was whimpering.

A dog maybe. I wondered whether I should pick it up and take it back to camp. The cub seemed to feel my gaze because he started wiggling towards me. It had all of its legs but it couldn't walk yet. Definitely a cub. I didn't move away as the cub came near me and tried to climb up my shoe. It whimpered and rubbed his head on my sneakers, and I just had to pick it up, it was so cute.

The cub was only a handful. It blinked its big sea green eyes as it came into the shade form the bright sunlight where he originally was. Sea green eyes. Quite an unordinary color for an animal. I took eye contact with it, taking my hand up to my face and looked at him closely, and he looked at me as if I was some kind of animal in the zoo.

I stood up, carefully cradling the cub in my hands and stated walking back to where I was, where the barbeque I had left was still waiting for me.

This little cub is going to go to someone I know.