A/N: I own the writing but not Percy, Annabeth, Josh Ramsay (only this interpretation, not the person himself), basically I don't own any aformentioned famous people or PJO/HoO characters.

The series is called Marianas Trench at Camp Half Blood. Enjoy! A transfer from my other account.

(Annabeth's POV)

Grover seemed nervous as we approached the low building, the letters hard to read, but there was roman numerals above it, 604, the number. "Annabeth. The scent got strong here and I seem to get the same episodes I got with pan. We may have found four powerful half-bloods. "

"Grover, it's probably some minor ones. " I squinted, trying to read the letters. I may be a daughter of Athena, but I'm still dyslexic, and couldn't read any letters on the sign. The 604 stood out to me though as Roman numerals.. I had my knife in my pocket, my cap hidden in my bookbag. I'd grown taller, imensely since the last fight we faced, my golden colored hair growing wavy and my eyes growing more wise. Athena would be proud of me, I was helping rebuild Olympus, and she was more proud of me than ever eelsee.

"Hello?" Someone, obviously a seceratary said. "Can we help you, miss?" The woman seemed snively, like not oh-im-gonna-kill-you-cause-i-have-to, but the i-dont-have-much-better-else-to-do-so-im-gonna-bot her-you. It wasn't helping I was wearing a camp-half-blood hoodie and jeans, my feet adorned with black and white sneakers. My hair was down now, not tied up as it used to be. The owls now complimented my complexion, the owl necklace I'd been given was on my neck now.

"I'm looking for someone, but I don't know who.' I said, and bit my lip, looking at Grover, who was nervously chewing on his hoodie string. He knew something I didn't.

"Look, you can talk to one of the managers that's here for the bands. I know Jonathon's here," Grover got even more nervous. "Annabeth, monster scent."

"what?" I froze, but the secretary didn't seem to notice. She seemed afraid.

"The secretary... she's a neried. They sometimes take short hour jobs to help pay, and Zeus grants them permission to walk on land as long as they return for three nights to replenish, and in times of war. Her name is Anisia, but I don't think she's a neried anymore.. she looks too mortal" Grover deciphered this by the secretary's ocean blue eyes, but she had no blue-tinted skin.

"You two better go, " The secretary called and I swear, she had a smile on her face. "grover, she might just be a half-blood. There's minor ocean godlings."

"Annabeth Chase, " A voice said, and the gray haired guy who had walked out semmed younger, but something about him was cold. "I know who you're here to find, and I won't let you get to them."

"Oh shit! I know who he's talking about. " The secretary pronounced, and suddenly, this brillant light filled the room, and she was there, but in a blue summer dress and long braided blonde hair. "I am Anisia, the goddess of Greek half-bloods and the low tide. I know half-bloods and there are four in this building besides you, Annabeth. I have to leave, as I cannot interfere."

"Percy's your half-brother," Grover asked.

"I already am aware of that, Grover. It'd be safer if you just follow me down to the studio room. We can convince them using th mist. Be warned, they're OLDER half-bloods. The eldest is 32, and the youngest is 26. " Anisia said. I called her Anisia, which she didn't mind. She seemed frantic and sort of worried. I wondered who her mother was. "I am a daughter of Posideon. I am not a neried, as you already are much aware. I can't tell you anymore. My twin brother, Drew is the god of high tide and Roman demigods."

Her hand movements were flitting, and it was probably the ADHD. She had no dyslexia, as she found the number quite easily.

A silver and black haired guy peeked his head out. "Yeah?"

"Josh, you gotta go somewhere else with the guys. Jonathon's... acting wierd and it might be a not smart idea to speak to them." Anisia said.

Something about Josh was seemingly familiar. Then I noticed the blue eyes. Those weren't a mortal blue, but they certainly weren't unnatural. He was a half-blood! Grover acted very wierd and I could see that spark of lightning. A lot of half-bloods could tell when ther was a nothr one. Plus I'm a daughter of athena.

"No, Anisia, I only do what i want, okay? I'll be fine. So will Matt, Mike, and Ian. We're just finishing up the band meeting and getting stuff finalized for the australia tour. I think it's fine for us to stay here. " poor Josh. I felt somewhat bad for the guy, he was so happy and smiling. I wonder how he would feel when he was claimed. His bandmates were obviously the other three half-bloods.

Anisia seemed tensing, and she moved hr hand nervously. "Josh, you have to. Please. "

I suddenly realized something was going on between the two. He was easily convinced by her to step out, then he /saw/ me. Like literally saw me. I was able to duck behind the doors, and slip on my Yankees cap to go invisible, but still he walked over. "You know, I just saw you. Why the fuck? How..? "

"Annabeth, take off your invisiblity cap, he just saw you go invisible!" Grover trembled and was scared. The only reason he was scared is THIS specific newly discovered half-blood is 6'2, and 28 years old. Grover if he was a normal satyr would be he exact same age. But he wasn't a fast growing stayr, and Josh was tall.

There was 6 of us, but three of us had gone to fend off the Chimera, who I heard roar and bellow, and I heard loud paw steps as it ran down the hallway.

"Let's go! NOW!" I said, putting on my invisibilty cap, and grabbing Josh's hand unknowingly. At first, I thought it was Grover's hand, but a familiar warmth reasonated in Josh's hand. Somehing about him was so familiar.