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Annabeths POV

I scraped my mashed potatoes into the brazier and muttered under my breath " for Hermes, please make sure Chiron and Grover are okay."

I sighed and made my way back to the table sliding in next to Malcolm.

"They're fine" He said nonchalantly, motioning for the basket of rolls.

I passed them to him.

"I know, but they've been gone a long time, you can't honestly say you're not a little bit worried"

He smiled and looked at me endearingly. " Annabeth, Chiron's a big Centaur, he can take care of himself. Besides this demigod is powerful. He might help fix this whole weather thing that the gods are doing."

I smiled back at him and grabbed a roll from the basket between us. "Maybe I can finally get a quest!"

He smiled back "Maybe so, Annie."

I was running on the beach-running from something, but I wasn't sure what. I knew it was big and bad and if I didn't run faster, I would be dead soon. The wind was blowing hard, working against me as the rain came down in cold, fat, stinging droplets. I looked around as I sprinted down the sand and saw Grover, my satyr friend running beside me. His lips were moving but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Grover?"

He kept mumbling.

"Grover, can you hear me?"

Something behind us howled in anger. Grover's eyes widened, and he pumped his legs faster.

That's when I realized I was dreaming. But I couldn't just stand there. I picked up speed, trying to catch up with Grover.

We arrived in front of a small cabin on the beach front. Grover frantically pounded on the door yelling "Percy! Percy! Open the door, you guys have to get out of here!".

He kept pounding his fist against the door. Finally, a pretty lady with long brown hair and multi-colored eyes opened the door. A kid about my age with black hair and green eyes rounded the corner. When I saw the kid, I got a tingly feeling on my chest. This kid was powerful. I could feel it.

The boy was standing there, his eyes wide in what assumed was surprise, and I guessed that he hadn't seen Grover without his pants on before.

"Searching all night" Grover managed, gasping "What were you thinking?"

The woman, who I assumed was the boy's mother, turned around frantically.

"Percy. What happened at school? What didn't you tell me?"

The boy named Percy froze, staring at Grover, not understanding. I felt in a hurry, like I needed to get Percy and his mom out of there already before whatever had been chasing Grover and I caught up. But I couldn't do anything about it.

"O Zeu kai alloi theoi!" Grover yelled in panic. "It's right behind me! Didn't you tell her?"

Percy was still staring in confusion at Grover like when did he grow all that hair on his legs?

"Percy" him mom said sternly. "Tell me what now!"

Percy stammered out something about a woman named Mrs. Dodds attacking him and three old ladies at a fruit stand cutting string. I gasped. Cutting string? This kid couldn't be that unlucky.

Percy's mom grabbed her pure and threw her son a jacket. "Get to the car. Both of you. Go!"

My dream blurred and suddenly I was sitting in the back seat of a small car between Grover and Percy. Grover was talking animatedly, trying to explain to Percy.

"Um...what are you exactly?" Percy finally asked.

"That doesn't matter right now." Grover answered.

Percy raised his eyebrows. "It doesn't matter? from the waist down my best friend is a donkey-"

Grover bleated "Blaa-ha-ha!"

Percy stared at Grover like he was absolutely insane.

"Goat!" Grover cried exasperatedly.

"What?"

"I'm a goat from the waist down"

" You just said it didn't matter"

Grover bleated again. "I know satyrs who would trample you under hoof for such and insult!"

"Whoa. Wait. Satyrs. You mean like...Mr. Brunners myths?"

"Were those old ladies a myth Percy? Was a myth?"

"So you admit there was a !"

"Of course" Grover said nonchalantly.

Percy looked ready to scream. "Then why-"

"The less you knew, the fewer monsters you'd attract. We put a mist over the humans' eyes. We hoped you'd think the Kindly One was a hallucination. But it was no good. You started to realize who you are."

I felt my eyes widen. A Kindly One! A Kindly One went after Percy! Who is this kid?

"Who I-wait a minute, what do you mean?"

Oh come on! Get the hint kid! I wanted to yell.

Grover opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by a huge roar from behind the car.

"Percy" his mom cut in " there is too much to explain and not enough time. We have to get you to safety."

Percy threw his hands in the air exasperatedly. "Safety from what? Who's after me?"

"Oh nobody much" Grover began "Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his Blood-thirstiest minions."

"Grover!" Percy's mom and I shouted in unison.

"Sorry . Could you drive a little faster, please?"

Percy's mom swerved haphazardly to the left and I could see the strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood in the distance.

"Where are we going?" Percy asked. I could hear the stress and worry in his voice.

"To the summer camp I told you about." His mom said. She spoke in a small voice, and I could tell she was trying to sound optimistic, but it wasn't working.

"The place you didn't want me to go"

"Please, dear" she begged weakly "This is hard enough. Try to understand. You're in danger."

"Because some old ladies cut yarn"

This kid seriously needed to get a hold of his attitude. He was lucky Zeus hadn't blasted him to bits yet.

"Those weren't old ladies" Grover said "Those were The Fates. Do you know what it means- the fact they appeared in front of you? They only do that when you're- when someone is about to die."

Percy stared at him. "Whoa. You said 'You'"

"No I didn't. I said someone."

"You meant 'you'. As in me."

"I meant you like someone, not 'you' you."

"Boys!" interrupted. She started to say something else, but my dream began to morph again.

Now Percy was standing on the side of Half-Blood Hill, staring back with tears in his eyes. Grover was passed out in a lump at the bottom of the hill. And Mrs. Jackson...Mrs. Jackson was in the hands of the Minotaur.

The Minotaur- an enormous, buff monster with horns. The one that Theseus killed thousands of years ago. He was back.

I clamped my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out in horror, although I don't know why.

"Mom!" Percy shouted.

I glanced at Mrs. Jackson right before she choked out the word "Go!" and disappeared in a shower of light.

"NO!" Percy wailed.

The Minotaur walked up to Grover and examined him. Percy looked furious. He stripped off his red jacket and yelled "Hey, stupid! Ground beef!"

The Minotaur roared, shaking his fists. He charged toward Percy.

Oh,no.

Percy ran to the side, but the Minotaur bolted after him.

Suddenly, Percy had his back to Thalia's pine. The Minotaur had his hands out to the sides, ready to grab him.

I shut my eyes, and I knew this was the last of Percy Jackson's life.

I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. He reminded me so much of Thalia. The way he was risking his life to save Grover. The way his anger flared to protect the people he cared about. The way he was putting his life in the line.

The way he was about to die at the top of Half-Blood Hill, at the foot of Thalia's Pine.

I was frozen with my eyes shut tight, when I heard a roar in agony. It was deafening. Nothing a teenage boy could manage. I reluctantly opened my eyes to find Percy soaring through the air with a black and white horn in his hands.

Percy had ripped a horn off the Minotaur's head.

Everything was a blur as the bellowing Minotaur disintegrated. All of a sudden, I was watching Percy haul Grover up Half-Blood Hill, crying and calling for his mother.

I woke with a start, my face cold and wet from the tears I had cried during my sleep. Malcolm, my half-brother, was staring down at me in confusion.

"I just came to tell you that Chiron came back. It's five in the morning. You slept for at least twelve hours."

I fumbled for my dagger and invisibility cap and my dagger.

Malcolm stared at me. "Are you okay-"

"We've got a new camper and he's in danger. We have to help him- where's my dagger?" I demanded

Malcolm pointed to my knife "Um...are you sure?"

"I have to tell Chiron!" I sped out of the Athena cabin calling for Chiron. I went into the Big House and found him talking to Mr. D. the other camp director.

"Chiron!"

"Hello Annabeth. It's good to see you-"

"Chiron I'm sorry, but you have to see this." I led him outside, trying to explain, when I saw a boy stumbling towards the Big House with an unconscious satyr in his arms.

"That's him," I sighed in relief.

He reached the porch and collapsed right at our feet.

Percy Jackson stared up at me with tired green eyes full of tears.

"He's the one," I aid as we leaned over him "He must be.'

"Silence, Annabeth," Chiron murmured. "He's still conscious. Bring him inside"