Hi! So I came up with this idea...when I was in the shower, actually. Haha XD Um..it doesn't use every single quote from the books but there's a couple that will be showing up in here. I don't know what else to explain other than I don't own these PJO characters, so I hope you enjoy!

The apartment was silent except for the clacking against the keys on a keyboard. The place contained two people; a couple. One was in the extra room that the two made as an office. The other, the woman, was just walking into the living room.

She had been in the bathroom, having discovered something that would affect the both of them and their lives. It was something they had been waiting for, but it had shocked her completely, and she softly floated into the cozy living room and landed on the couch. Her fingers were pressed to her lips, where a ghost of a smile lingered, and her other hand rested on her stomach. Her gaze stayed on the floor and she wanted to burst out into a grin and start crying with tears of joy. But she still had one thought of fear. She didn't know why; she guessed it was just instincts.

The man, however, was in the office and he was the source of the clacking on the keyboard. He was almost done with his project, a surprise for his wife, and so he was feverishly, but thoughtfully, working so that it would be perfectly complete. You see, it was almost like an autobiography, what he was working on. It held the facts and timeline to how he and his wife met and the many adventures they had with their friend who was, literally, an animal.

His sea green eyes stared into the computer screen and they began to have a small pain settle behind them. But he didn't care. He was used to it; he would take an Aleve when he was done, to ease the pain. But now, he was finished—with only the first series of his project. The second, he knew he would need the help of his wife and their other friends who joined him on this adventure.

But for now, he was done. And that was all that mattered because this project of his took more than five years to finish.

A sigh broke from his mouth and he leaned back in his small wooden chair. They didn't get very high pay checks, so the small quantity in their home was all they could afford—even the unpleasant wooden chair that put the crook in his back. But he didn't care either, and it felt better when a large crack sounded from his spine. His shoulders relaxed when that happened.

Then he leaned forward again, staring at his work, the final fifth book of his first series. A small smile crawled onto his parched lips; he licked them as he picked up the first book of the series, which was titled The Lightning Thief. On the cover, it was a teenage boy standing in water, his domain which he shared of his father, holding a glowing sword and Minotaur horn as he stared up at the tallest and most important buildings, The Empire State building.

Only he and his wife and all of their other friends knew what was really inside that building. Or, rather, what was above it.

Percy Jackson hadn't shown his wife this first book yet either. He was waiting until the entire first series was published until he would give them to her. The only way Percy could have these books published—only one copy for him and his wife—was through a long friend that encouraged the idea to Percy: Rick. Percy wanted Annabeth, his wife, to be one of the first to read it.

Percy looked at the stack of books beside his computer. There was an orange book on the top now, called The Sea of Monsters. And then a blue book, The Titan's Curse; and then the fourth, The Battle of the Labyrinth.

Now he was just beginning to send the last one, the manuscript, The Last Olympian, to his friend, Rick.

Percy could hear light footsteps becoming a little louder. Finally, they stopped and he turned around to find Annabeth standing in the doorway, her hand lightly on the doorframe.

She had a soft smile on her lips and her gray eyes churned at the sight of him. Her hand hovered over her stomach, still a bit wary of her surprise.

Percy smiled up at her.

She narrowed her eyes on him. "What are you working on in here?"

He stood, finally being able to stretch his long legs. "It's a surprise." Percy saw her eyes light up a little.

"Oh, really," she said as she stepped closer to him. "A surprise for me?"

"Uh-huh." He stepped closer to her too. "But you can't see it yet."

She glared at him a little. "Why not?"

"Because it's not done yet."

"When will it be done?"

"You're asking a lot of questions,"

"Well it is a surprise for me." Annabeth was right in front of him; her head tilted all the way up since he was so tall. "I have to ask questions, it's an instinct."

Percy laughed. "Oh, trust me, I know," he kissed her cheek and then took her hand to guide her out of the room. "You are one of Athena's daughters."

She looked back at the desk. She gasped. "Does it have anything to do with those books?"

"Your question limit has run out." Percy sang tauntingly.

"Can't you just give me a hint?" Annabeth asked as she stood next to him, trying to peek through the door as he closed it behind them.

"That's a question, Wise Girl. And I'm not answering those anymore."

Annabeth swatted his arm. "Give me a hint." She demanded.

"Fine. You already know what it is." He said.

"What? Then how can it be a surprise?" Her eyebrows pulled into each other in confusion.

"How about you wait until it's finished?"

"I thought your questions limit was all used up."

Percy opened his mouth to answer, but then closed it knowing that this wasn't going anywhere. He smiled. "I'm hungry," he finally said and he walked into the kitchen.

"You always are." She murmured under her breath. And then her stomach growled, too. The feeling put her mind into alert and she looked down at her stomach. It made her heart beat faster. "Come to think of it, I'm hungry too." Annabeth said to herself.

She followed her husband into their small and quaint kitchen. He was fishing around in a Doritos cool ranch bag, already munching on a chip. The chips may not have been blue, but the bag was.

Annabeth stole some as she reached into the bag and pulled out a handful and began slowly eating them one by one.

Percy, unfortunately, was not eating as slowly as she was. He would pull out a handful, and then stuff that handful in his mouth.

She laughed at him and he smiled with her. Her stomach growled again.

Should I tell him now?

"Hey, uh, I've got a surprise for you, too." Annabeth said.

Percy stopped eating so fast and his eyebrows went up again. "Really? What is it?"

She was about to protest about how if he couldn't tell her, she wasn't going to tell him. But Percy stopped her as he changed his mind.

"No, no, no. Never mind. Tell me when I give you your surprise."

"Well…that's just it." Annabeth said as she drew invisible circles on the countertop next to them. "I have to know how long your surprise for me is going to take. Mine's…limited, I guess you could say,"

Percy looked uneasy for a second. "To be truthful, I'm not sure how long it'll take. Not too long, maybe a couple months."

Annabeth finally looked up at him from the counter. She looked at him with shock. "How—what are you planning for me?"

She could tell by the look on his face and the spark in his eyes that he was about to say something smart-alecky and sarcastic. She held out a hand to stop him and said, "Yeah, yeah, I know: your question limit is up."

Percy chuckled as he leaned down and kissed her; just a small peck on the lips. Annabeth couldn't help but give a small smirk, trying to suppress her grin, and her cheeks having a small blush crawl across them.

He pulled back and stared at her, like a challenge with this surprise "game" going on, and she gave him a short glare. They both ate a chip as if saying: Let the game begin.

Half a month or so later, Percy was told that the one book would get published into one copy in about another couple of months, since it was only one copy.

Percy smiled and said that that was great. After he hung up with Rick, he was able to tell Annabeth the deadline.

Annabeth smiled, her gray eyes turning into a storm, which told Percy that she was very interested to see the surprise.

But she was also worried; she didn't know if, by then, he would be able to see the difference and already tell what her surprise was. She didn't want that to happen, not really, because she wanted to tell him herself.

Nonetheless, she was excited for these next couple of months.

Percy got the book in the mail. The cover was beautiful, blue, but slightly greenish, and him on his Pegasus, Blackjack, shadows making it look dramatic and eerie. He loved it and now he couldn't wait to show Annabeth.

But then again, he was nervous. This was their life he was showing her. So he took the book into his office and laid it under all the others. He hid them behind his back, holding them with both hands, and he walked back out to find Annabeth sitting on their small couch, watching TV.

"Annabeth," he sang tauntingly, "guess what?"

"What?"

"I have your surprise," he sat down next to her.

She sat up straight, turning the TV off. Her wide gray eyes were a deep hurricane and she stared at him. "Really; let me see it!" Annabeth noticed his hands behind her back and so she reached forward to snatch it from him.

He leaned back, trying to get out of her reach, and he said, "Now, wait a minute."

She sat back, partly because he practically told her to, and partly because she could feel something move in her belly. It startled her and she decided to calm down because she was too afraid to disturb it.

Percy was surprised that she had actually listened to him, but he took that as a sign that she was really attended to see what this surprise was.

He straightened back to his original position. "Now," he said, "close your eyes."

She gave him an irritated look, her jaw set.

"Do you wanna see the surprise or not?"

She rolled her eyes and huffed, but nonetheless reluctantly closed her eyes.

Percy eyed her, making sure she wasn't peeking. And then he carefully took the books from behind his back and placed them on her lap.

Annabeth didn't open her eyes yet but her hands moved to touch them. Her fingers gingerly clutched them but Percy watched her expression. With her eyes still closed, her brows furrowed and her lips pressed, her eyes squeezing tighter. But then they flew open and she looked down at what her hands were touching.

She gasped. "I knew it! I was right!"

Percy chuckled. "Partially. You don't know what they're about." He said.

This made her smile a little and she picked up the first book, The Lightning Thief, and flipped it over to look at the back to read the summary. Her lips parted. "It's about you,"

Percy didn't answer as he watched her dig further to fully understand what it was about.

She opened up the book, reading the first page. Her lips parted even more and Percy watched her eyes dart back and forth, her brow furrowing. She then skipped the next couple of pages and gasped again. "And Grover!"

Percy began to smile.

She skipped some more pages and stopped again as her smile grew broader. "And Chiron and I." Annabeth closed the book and picked up the next one. Her smile grew again and it was a process as she looked at the other books. "There's no author name," she observed.

"Well…I didn't really want the book going public just yet," Percy said as he rubbed the back of his neck, "So Rick didn't put my name on there."

"You wrote these. You wrote a series about us?" She looked up at him.

He nodded with a grin.

"Everything?"

"Anything I could remember."

"Even when we were with the other five?"

"No. I decided…that maybe we could talk to them to get their point of views, too. Since we weren't always there with them,"

Annabeth looked back down at the books as if to gather her thoughts. She then flung her arms around his neck, hugging him and exclaiming, "I love it!"

Percy returned the hug and said into her honey blonde hair, "I'm glad you did." Then a thought occurred to him and he pulled back. "Now what's your surprise?"

Annabeth's face fell as if suddenly remembering about it. "Oh…" her voice faltered a little. But then the grin came back onto her face, looking like it was new and refreshing. "Percy…" she started as she took his hands into hers.

This made Percy worry. She said it in a way that he knew it was more important than his stack of books.

She blinked and gave an airy laugh. "I'm not sure how to say this…" and then she jumped like somebody had startled her by poking her side. "Here," Annabeth said softly and took his palm and set it on her stomach.

Percy's face paled. "Annabeth…" he already had a hunch on what she was trying to tell him.

"Shh," she shushed as she waited for it to happen again. Percy's eyes lingered on her face again—her eyes looking down at her own stomach and a small smile like she was waiting for a miracle to happen.

Percy felt something different about her stomach. It was more swollen and round than usual. He blinked and his eyes grew wider. And then that's when he felt it. It was a small tremor—nothing big just something very, very tiny; like something nudging the inside of her stomach.

It made his heart skip a beat. Could this really be possible? Was he going to be a dad? It took his breath away and then that made him think: Oh, gods, am I going to pass out?

He took a deep breath and looked up at Annabeth who was beaming at him. Percy choked out a laugh, unable to catch his breath. He began to blink rapidly and kind of hyperventilating. But nonetheless, the ends of his mouth tugged upwards into a smile, growing larger and larger until it was the same size as Annabeth's.

He kept his hand on her stomach and felt it again. It made them start to laugh a little together until they both looked like lunatics, grinning like crazy and their hearts beating so fast because the thought finally occurred to them: they're going to start their family.

"You're going to be a dad," Annabeth was finally able to tell him.

Percy couldn't even coherent a single word or syllable. It was just babbling and the only thing he could do was hug her and kiss her cheek.

But he was actually able to say, "That's…amazing!"

Annabeth grinned. She picked up the books again. "These must be amazing, too."

Percy blushed. "Yeah, but…not as important as our family,"

"You never know. It could be equally as important. The baby might like listening to our story." She had a silver glint in her eye.

"Let's find out,"

Percy took The Lightning Thief book and opened it to the first page. He began reading. "Chapter one: I accidentally vaporize my pre-algebra teacher. Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood."

He stopped and looked up at her. She smiled and said, "It moved when you said half-blood."

Percy smiled back and took that as a sign to keep reading. "If you're reading this because you think you might be one…" He continued reading for her.

About six or more months later, they decided to start the next series. The couple, expecting their baby boy any day now, invited their friends, Jason and Piper, over. The two were engaged; Leo would've come, too, but he was caught up with his work—one of the most successful repairing businesses out there. That wasn't surprising for these four, since they knew who his godly parent was.

But it was okay that Leo wasn't there, because the first chapter would be in Jason's point of view. They talked about it and laughed about Leo's first words to Jason on the bus. Percy and Annabeth wrote it all down.

Annabeth sat on the comfortable leather wheelie chair with her swollen belly that was much bigger than a couple months ago. Her hand lightly rested on it because she loved to feel their baby move inside of her. And it normally did that when they talked about the events of their past and as they talked about Greek mythology. She liked that.

Jason and Piper sat on the couch, holding hands as they explained the storm at the Grand Canyon and how Jason dove down to save a falling Piper.

They had already written down the main concept together, but now they were just getting the details of dialogue. Even without the dialogue, it was at least fifty pages.

Their small session was interrupted when there was a knock on the door. They jumped, startled from the sudden knock, and everyone's heads whipped to the door.

Percy got up from the floor; his papers sprawled across the coffee table. "That must be Leo," he said as he lightly jogged to the door of their apartment. He opened it with a big smile on his face, about to greet in his friend, but then it fell when he realized it wasn't Leo.

It was a teenage boy with a large box on a small blue lift, which made it easier to carry with the wheels.

"I'm here to deliver a package, sir," he said, his voice eerily deep.

Percy got the gut feeling that there was something wrong about this guy. Something he just couldn't quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the scary muscles bulging from under his collared shirt or the way his eyes glowed. Maybe it was the ugly mullet that went down the back of his neck.

But he decided not to make a scene about it. He looked over his shoulder at the couple on the couch, a cocky smile on his face. "Okay, what'd you get us?" he asked them.

They stared back at him with their eyebrows furrowed and their eyes narrowed in confusion. They were just as skeptical as Percy was.

"It wasn't us unless Leo's hiding inside of the box," Piper said while shaking her head softly.

Jason murmured to her where only she and Annabeth could hear. "I don't think so." He was getting that gut feeling too. He knew there was something unusual about this.

Jason stood from the couch and slowly walked towards Percy and the new man. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets, instinctively fingering his coin.

Percy gave Jason a look that only he could see: Do you know what's going on?

"No," Jason answered. "We didn't get you anything. No offense," he chuckled.

Percy nodded his head. "It's fine." He mumbled. He turned back to the teenager with the large package. "Do you know who it's from?"

"No," he answered. "Can you let me in so I bring in the package?"

Percy stared down at the guy's hand which was gripping the handle to the blue carrier so much that his knuckles were turning white. Percy was hesitant. "Not even an address?"

He shook his head.

"That's unusual."

"Can you let me?" He repeated.

Percy hadn't answered and Jason stopped a foot behind Percy. The guy nudged it forward but Percy stopped him.

"I don't think I want the package. Thanks anyways,"

"I can't take it back. You have to take it."

"I don't want it." Percy said through gritted teeth.

The guy stepped back and his eyes began to glow. This made Percy's hand travel to his pocket where Riptide was.

The glow died down a little. "You have to take it. Let me in."

Percy could tell he was beginning to get mad. He took a last glance at the teenager's white knuckles and actually found the skin begin to split open, ripping larger and larger up the back of his hand.

Percy sighed. They just couldn't get a break.

"I don't think so," Percy said and he saw the boy try to barge in. Percy did the best he could do and tried to shut the door on him. But he was strong and he used the package to barrel through. The force made Percy fly back through the air, slam into Jason and push him back. The two flew right into a wall. It knocked Jason out, the poor guy.

Piper cried out and Annabeth was on the edge of her seat as she looked with her expression ashen, at Percy. He began to sit up and shook the bits and dust of wall plaster from his black hair.

Then he paused as he stared wide-eyed at what used to be the teenage boy at the front door with the package. His hand morphed into the box and the box swallowed him.

"What!" Percy hissed. Out of all the monsters he'd seen, that was probably one the first that made him think insane thoughts.

The cardboard box transformed, rising higher and higher and as it did, it began to melt off in shreds. Like a snake coming out of its skin. Underneath was a giant monster (go figure) with green skin and his greasy, black hair slicked back as a mullet. The sight was horrifying to Percy. Its claws grew and he had a necklace dangling around his neck. Its head touched the ceiling and it stared down on Percy and Jason hungrily with its glowing amber eyes.

"Jason," Percy said, not taking his eyes off of the monster, and began to poke his leg. "Please get up. Don't be unconscious again. I'm really going to need your help this time."

But he didn't move and Percy looked over his shoulder. Jason was still, but still breathing. Percy felt sorry for him because he was always getting hit in the head.

Percy turned back to the monster and realized that he and Piper were all alone in fighting this thing. He suddenly felt sorry for them.

The monster laughed as it also saw how few fighters they had. "See? You could not defeat us!"

"Who are you?!" Percy asked.

"I am a descendant of Gaea! You may have won before, but I have returned and I will avenge her!" It lashed out at Percy and he rolled to the side. It missed him and Jason just barely.

"Piper, get Jason! I've got this lizard!" He pulled out his pen and it grew into his sword.

"Oh! I feel so scared!" The monster screeched.

Percy felt annoyed. Why didn't they just ever die and go away already? "You should be," he grumbled. "You came into my home! And intruders should feel my wrath!"

Annabeth shook her head exasperatedly.

The monster threw his big head back, laughing. Percy ran forward and slashed at his knee. It closed right up.

"You cannot kill me with your tiny sword!" It flicked at Percy, and he slammed into the couch. The monster scoffed. "Puny demigod,"

Percy scrambled up and quickly helped Piper set Jason up beside the couch. Piper seemed offended by what the monster had said.

"Yeah," Percy spat, "we're not puny,"

But Piper hadn't seemed to hear him. "How dare you!" she screamed. Piper brought out her dagger, just for handy, but really what she used was her cornucopia. She aimed it right at its belly and out bellowed a watermelon. It made him stumble back because her anger gave it so much force. Then she aimed it at its toe and made the biggest pineapple ever seen shoot out and it stuck against its foot. It bellowed in pain and rage and bent down, caressing its big, stinky toe.

Piper laid a hand on her hip and said smugly, "You are not the Hulk,"

But this only angered him even more. He roared and slammed his hand against her, pushing her back next to Annabeth.

Annabeth felt helpless, like there was nothing she could do to help. All she could do was sit on the chair and she looked around to find something she could throw at the monster, but she knew that it would then be attracted to her. And that wouldn't be a good thing.

She felt something trickle down her leg. Annabeth jumped out of her skin and looked down and she finally realized that her stomach felt weird. Her eyes widened and she began to hyperventilate.

"Annabeth," Piper asked as she sat up. "Are you okay—" She saw the water. "Oh, my gods,"

"It's happening," Annabeth said, barely above a whisper.

"Percy!" Piper hollered.

"What?" Percy snapped at the monster. "What do you want?"

"To avenge Gaea and kill you!"

"Yeah, well how do you plan on doing that? The goddess of dirt is dead; gone!"

"Well, I have something most of your enemies don't have—I am going to rewind time!"

"What?! How the hell is that possible?"

The monster bellowed into laughter. He pointed his triangular necklace at Jason and some sort of spiral of light beamed at him and he was gone. Then he reappeared by the couch and murmured, "I don't think so," as he stood up. He blinked when he saw the scene and he rubbed his head.

"Whoa," he said, "what just happened?"

"When will any of this just end?" Percy grumbled under his breath.

"Percy!" the two girls yelled in unison.

He looked back at them and he asked in a high voice, "What?"

"It's happening!" Annabeth cried.

"IT?" his eyebrows rose to his hairline.

Annabeth nodded.

"Now? Right now? At the worst possible time in the world?"

"Yes—" Annabeth ended it with a sharp cry from a pain in her stomach.

Jason jumped into action and brought out his sword. He and Percy stood beside each other. "Don't worry. We've got to kill him first," Jason gestured to the monster at the emphasized word.

Percy nodded and hollered over his shoulder, "Just hold on, Annabeth!"

"You Kelp Head, I can't hold off a freaking baby!" Annabeth screamed back.

Percy shrugged. "Well, that's a good sign."

"What's a good sign?" Jason asked.

"That she's got her attitude back," Percy then lunged out at the monster and they began to fight.

Annabeth had to think. She had to help. She took the information from what the monster had said—that he was going to try and "rewind time", which meant he was going back to when they were kids and before any of this happened and try to mess them up. To try and let Gaea win—giving the earth goddess a second chance. Annabeth was not going to sit back and watch that happen. She had to use what she had to her advantage. Then the thought occurred to her.

Piper told Annabeth to stay there because she had to help the guys first in order for all of them to help Annabeth. But the blonde caught her wrist. "No, I need you to get something for me."

"What do you need?"

Annabeth instructed her where to go and Piper nodded and sprinted past the monster without being seen and went through the kitchen, since the hallway to the front office was a little busy at the moment. She went inside and rummaged through the desk. With shaky hands, she finally found the stack of five books. She took them and hastily grabbed as much of the Hermes Express supplies as possible. Then she ran back to Annabeth, who had wobbled over to the coffee table and took all their notes.

They both met back up at the other desk Annabeth had been sitting at.

"What are you doing?" Piper asked as Annabeth took what was gathered in her arms and it sprawled out over the desktop.

"I—" she groaned in pain. "It's a long story. Go help them!" She shooed Piper away.

Reluctantly, Piper ran back to help the two men fight the monster.

Annabeth inhaled sharply through her mouth and exhaled slowly through her nose. She had to try and calm down and not think that her son was on his way to come into the world.

Her hands flew across the desk. She laid out a sheet of orange paper and set the books on it, to see if it'd fit. It didn't and she screamed—in pain and frustration. She threw the papers to the ground. Annabeth decided to ignore that part right now and she took out a piece of lined paper and scribbled a letter on it, saying to the person who would get this that they had to read the books and notes in order and had to stick to what really happened. That it would be hard, but that they would get through it. She was asking for the person to help them.

Annabeth slipped it into an envelope—which they kept in the desk drawer, not bothering to close it, and she wrote on the top: To Annabeth.

She put the envelope under the flap of the Lightning Thief, and put the fifty pages of notes under the books. Annabeth had to think. What could she secure the books in?

There was a feeling in her stomach and lower abdomen like someone took a poisonous knife and stabbed her there—and she knew how that felt. She screamed and clutched her stomach, then took sharp breaths through her teeth. It hurt, and she wondered how all of this could possibly work out.

Annabeth put the notes in a long orange envelope instead and set that and the stack of books into a box with the words: Hermes Express on the side.

She took a sharpie and scribbled roughly on it:

Annabeth Chase

Camp Half-Blood; Half-Blood Hill,

Athena Cabin

Long Island, NY

She didn't write a return address or name.

Percy and Annabeth kept a mug on the desk full of drachmas. She took a handful into an envelope and before she put it on the package, she prayed to the gods. The glow from the monster's necklace was beginning to settle over the entire apartment.

"Please," she said to her mother, Zeus, and Hermes, and just about all of the gods as tears streaked her cheeks. "Please let this work. We didn't fight through Tartarus for nothing."

Once she set the envelope of drachmas on the package, there was a sound like a cash register and the package popped into thin air, but it all felt faint and far away. She cried out because there was a sharp pain that was worse than the others—it overwhelmed her completely.

The last thing she heard before there was nothing, was Percy calling out her name.

There was a blinding white flash, and then everything was gone.

12 Years Earlier…

Her gray eyes focused on the target a couple feet away from her. She lined her bow up and stared right at the center. Everything was calm and quiet around her and she knew—by the trajectory and lines and equations floating inside her head—that she would make a perfect bull's eye.

But just before the cue went off, and just before she let go of the arrow, there was a sudden pain that thundered through her stomach so instantly, that she dropped everything that was in her hands.

Annabeth's eyes widened as she gasped hoarsely and she doubled over, her hands clutching her stomach. The pain spread over her lower abdomen and she groaned, wondering where this sudden pain came from. It was so sharp that she felt she couldn't straighten back up.

She tried to when she saw the look Chiron gave her.

She hoped her appendix wasn't erupting. That wouldn't be good.

The archers around her looked at her and she sucked in breath and stood back up, acting as if she was all right, but she really wasn't. Her ankles and knees began to wobble vigorously.

Oh, stop being a baby, Annabeth. It doesn't hurt that bad.

But it did and that couldn't escape her mind. Why was her stomach hurting this bad so suddenly?

Her hands shook as she picked up and aligned her bow; one eye peeked at the target ahead of her again. They were shaking so bad that she thought she was going crazy and when she let go of the arrow, it almost hit another camper.

"Sorry!" she hollered as the camper cursed at her.

Chiron trotted over and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay, Annabeth?" His eyes that stared at her were filled with concern.

"I'm fine, Chiron." Annabeth snipped as she took another bow from her quiver and tried to put it into her bow. Her hands were still shaking so bad, and she felt lightheaded. Beads of sweat trickled along her hairline where her hair was pulled back.

"No, you're not. You're very pale. I think you should take the rest of the day off and rest."

"Chiron—!"

"Annabeth, I don't think you should be out here." He tilted his head to the side. "You seem a little uneasy. Go rest."

"I'm—" she tried to say but doubled over again as the pain was excruciating.

"Malcolm, help Annabeth to her cabin," Chiron ordered.

Her half-brother nodded and set down his bow and quiver, jogged over to her, put her arm over his shoulders, and helped her back to their cabin. Her knees and ankles were still wobbly and so she didn't resist.

Malcolm helped her settle into her bed when he asked what was wrong.

"I don't know!" She exclaimed and shrugged with a fierce jerk. "I was fine when suddenly my stomach just—" Annabeth squeezed her eyes shut and crouched forward, clutching the area that it hurt.

"Here, take some ambrosia," Malcolm said and fed it to her.

A warm feeling spread over her, and although the pain was fading a little, it still felt like pinpricking needles.

"Thanks," she said.

"Now, get some rest. I mean it." He pointed a stern finger at her.

She nodded and settled back down, lying on her side and taking her other pillow and hugging it close to her body. Soon, she drifted off to sleep, but had a strange dream—which wasn't a surprise, she had one every night. But this one was different.

She was in a light blue apartment, sitting at a desk with supplies from Hermes Express. There was a black-haired man, a blond-haired man, and a girl with choppy brown hair fighting a giant monster with his skin peeling and a shiny necklace around his neck.

She was in a hurry to do something. She wasn't sure what, but she knew that all of their lives depended on it. But she didn't know these people—she hadn't seen them in camp before.

Annabeth was writing something, asking for help. And she prayed to the gods that this would work.

There was a blinding white flash and a thud!

Annabeth woke up abruptly at that noise sweating and with tears streaking her cheeks. Her blankets were thrown around like she had been thrashing and she was breathing heavily. The pain in her stomach was gone, like it had all been just with the dream.

Annabeth swallowed and took deep breaths as she rubbed her temples to calm herself down. When her breathing and heart rate was under control, she thought back through the dream that seemed so real.

She had woken up to the thudding sound. She realized that that came from the real world—not the dream.

She knew this because when she woke up, she found a box on her desk that hadn't been there before.

Annabeth paused. She slowly stood from her bed and walked across the room to her desk. It was a small box and on the side, in bold letters, it said Hermes Express. She remembered that company from her dream.

On the top, it said her name and exactly where she lived. She found this odd because nobody really knows outside of Camp Half-Blood, except for her dad, which she knew it probably wasn't from him. Annabeth didn't know who this came from because there was no return address.

She popped open the flaps and opened the box.

What was inside it surprised Annabeth. Her brows furrowed and she gingerly took out what was inside: a stack of books on top of an orange folder. The book on top was titled The Lightning Thief.

And there's the first chapter! I hope you guys liked it, and if you did, please review :)