Okay… First fan-fic ever! So be nice. And yes, I have a lot of writing experience, despite my being a twelve-year old. Flame away, if you think I deserve it. I'll just ever-so-cheerfully read it, take your experienced advice, and go on with the story. Even though this is a short, two-chapter story. Enjoy, for all you Percabeth fans out there!

-Cake

Warning: As much of a big Percabeth fan I am, I DO NOT like mushy, Percabeth fluff, where Percy and Annabeth are kissing every five seconds. Okay, on with the story.

PS (Last one, I promise!): I'm super bad at using paragraphs. Just a heads-up. And remember, I'm twelve.

Annabeth POV:

I gazed out the window, sighing. I was miserable. Percy must hate me, after the way I treated him on Half-Blood Hill. And Luke… I didn't even want to think about him, let alone say his darned, Kronos-infected name. Gods, Percy's coming tomorrow. Oh my gods, what am I supposed to do?

"Annabeth?" a voice called out. Male. Definitely. Without thinking, my hopes went up, for Zeus-knows-what reason. I mean, Percy couldn't be here. Could he? I mean—no, he couldn't. I sighed again, and turned away from the gray wall of my cabin.

"Uh, Annabeth?" Malcolm called out (AN: Everybody seems to use Malcolm. Well, I'm a follower, so too bad. xD).

"Yeah, Malcolm?"

"Chiron wants to see you. He didn't tell me why. He just sent me to ask you to go to the Big House," Malcolm said uncomfortably. "Er, uh… It was something about Percy."

"Tell him I'm coming," I said, uncrossing my legs and slowly getting off my bunk.

"Uh, yeah, sure." And with that, he sped towards the Big House.

I grimaced, and raked my fingers through my blonde curls. I took one last look at the window I was gazing out of, at the mysterious ocean, so much like Percy... I shook my head of all thoughts, and walked towards the Big House, passing by Silena on her pegasus and Beckendorf working at his forge/cabin. When I got to there, Chiron opened up the door and beckoned me to come in.

"Hello, Annabeth. We have some serious matters to discuss. About Percy. I'm sure Malcolm told you that," Chiron said. I nodded, and he continued.

"Well, as you know, his sixteenth birthday falls two days after camp (AN: Is that right? I can't remember), and he will make the choice whether the gods or the titans are victorious. Being one of his very close friends, may I ask you to do me a favor when he comes to camp tomorrow?" I nodded. "Percy will be very nervous, having the prophecy on his hands, and you will have to calm him down, get him ready to battle the titan lord, Kronos. He trusts you with his life, and I expect you to not let him down. You may leave now, Annabeth."

I stumbled out of the Big House, more miserable than ever. I really hoped I would have the heart to meet him tomorrow, but I felt like I couldn't even look at him, his messy raven-black hair, his deep, sea-green eyes, his smile that always warmed my heart, let alone confront him and get him ready to battle… Luke.

But I knew, Perseus Jackson was coming tomorrow, and in August, my only birthday gift to him might be the downfall of the gods.