Percy POV

I couldn't wait for the first day of camp this year. Without the big prophecy on my shoulders anymore, I really thought that I would have a relaxing time. Of course I was wrong.

It all started when Annabeth and I were standing on the top of Half-Blood hill. We'd literally arrived three seconds ago, when Travis told us there was a war council.

I only had enough time to drop my stuff off at my cabin then run to the big house. Honestly, how could there already be a big problem at camp? I thought through the possibilities as I sat down at the ping pong table and waited for the meeting to start. Annabeth arrived ten minutes after I did, and took the seat beside me. That had become the rule. Annabeth ALWAYS had to sit beside me or someone got hurt. That's when Chiron walked in.

"Welcome back!" Chiron said cheerfully. "I'm glad to see you're all here. Straight down to business; one of the worst monsters known in history has reformed."

"What one?" I asked. I was pretty sure that it couldn't be any worse than Typhon, and he was rotting in Tartarus at the moment. There's way more campers this year and I am invincible, so even if it came, we could definitely take it on, right?

"Pathoeus. He was killed nearly 2,500 years ago, and now he's back and plans to get revenge."

"Well let's go blow him back to Tartarus then!" Jake Mason yelled. Everyone on the council agreed to that idea.

Chiron sighed. "It's not that simple. Pathoeus has an unexplainable kind of immunity. He is able to slaughter people, but suffer no injuries from his opponent's attacks. He uses almost an invisible force field that can expand up to 20 miles, and block anything from coming near him."

"I have read so much Greek mythology, but I have never even heard of this guy before. Either way, how was he defeated 2,500 years ago?" Annabeth asked.

"Only one hero has ever defeated him before. I have just been informed of a plan the gods came up with. We find someone with an identical power to fight against him."

I was so confused at this point, it wasn't even funny. "What do you mean Chiron?"

"The gods have been hiding another immunity, and she's on our side."

"She?"

"Her name is Taylor Moore, and luckily she lives in the suburbs in New Jersey. She's never been trained before, so we need to bring her to camp to prepare as soon as we can. Percy and Annabeth, would you mind going to pick her up tonight? I mean, I know you just came to camp, but if she doesn't stop Pathoeus, then we're all going to be dead."

"Sure Chiron. Where does she live?" Annabeth inquired.

"3165 Waterbury St. Meeting adjourned."

I was unpacking my stuff when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled, and Annabeth walked through the doorway.

"Hey seaweed brain," she smiled, "I was just wondering if you wanted to go down to the beach for a while before we have to go. I know how much you love the beach."

I really think that I should get my stuff organized because tomorrow is inspection." I replied. I felt like a loser for turning down such a good opportunity to spend time with Annabeth.

She pouted and gave me big, grey puppy dog eyes. "But Percy, I thought you loved me."

"I do."

Annabeth walked straight up to me and put her arms around my neck while touching her forehead to mine. "Then why don't you come on a nice walk down the beach?"

"Because if I don't finish unpacking by inspection tomorrow, I'll be in lots of shit and have to wash dishes all by myself." I tried so hard to resist, but Annabeth gently brushed her lips across my cheek, making my skin tingle.

She sighed. "You are so stubborn sometimes." And then she kissed me, then again, and again, and then her tongue was in mouth, and forgot where I was. I weaved my fingers through her hair, and got so caught up in the moment that I didn't even notice that we missed dinner. Then Annabeth stop and whispered in my ear "I love it when I get my way."

"Which is all the time." I mumbled back and looked at my clock. "Yeah, so we were supposed to leave to pick up the kid about twenty minutes ago."

Luckily, Blackjack was willing to help and gave us a ride the 3165 Waterbury St., and my jaw fell open.

First of all, this place couldn't be described as a house, but more like a mansion. Secondly, there were beer bottles and teenagers all over the lawn. A couple of people were smoking weed on the curb, but nothing else was really noticeable except for the blaring music. Hopefully the high kids who saw Blackjack thought he was an illusion.

"Hey Blackjack, you don't have to stay. Fly back to camp and we'll just take a taxi."

Thanks boss. I hate drunk kids. And he flew off into the sky.

Annabeth and I approached the house with caution. Was the person were looking for the type of girl who threw parties whenever her parents left town for the weekend? I was beginning to wonder if this "master plan" was really all that great. Or maybe this is just the wrong address, and we were really looking for 3156 Waterbury St.

"House parties never lead to anything good." Annabeth mumbled. I had a feeling she had never attended one.

"Agreed."

We walked through the front door and then the whole search seemed hopeless. There must have been at least 200 teenagers roaming around the mansion. The beat to Mrs. Officer pounded in my ears. "What do you think we should do?"

"Start looking around?" Annabeth suggested. So we did. I wasn't sure whether it was a good idea to just go ask every girl that I saw if her name was Taylor Moore, so I just walked around and looked at people, because I had no idea what I should do. I was scanning the second floor of the house when I notice a guy and a chick making out. I'd seen this the whole night, but something seemed different. She had light brown hair, and looked like she was about 5' 7". She was wearing a navy blue tank top and light denim short shorts. The guy she was making out with was clearly feeling her up.

There is no way that's her I thought , and I felt like a creep by watching them, so I was about to turn around and walk away when the girl whispered in the guy's ear and started walking towards me.

The first thing she said to me was "It's about ime that you showed up! So where's Annabeth?"

"Umm." I wasn't expecting her to know our names, or be waiting for us, or to yell at me. "She's, um, downstairs."

"Okay then."

"What's your name?" I asked her. I wanted to make sure this wasn't just some high kid who guessed right.

"You damn well know my name is Taylor." I was really quiet after that.

We were walking down the stairs when a guy came up behind Taylor and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I reserved a bedroom upstairs, so why don't you come join me there?"

She rolled her eyes. "Never, ever, will that happen, so why don't you take your head out of your ass and go away?"

As she broke free from his arms, he yelled back at her, "Yeah, we all know you just want to fuck up Nathan."

She walked away quickly. "Who's Nathan?" I asked.

"My, uhhh, best friend. He should come too."

"We'll have to pass that one by Chiron first."

We walked downstairs and looked around until we saw some guy trying to hit on Annabeth. She punched him in the face.

"Smooth Annabeth." I joked. She rolled her eyes at me and gave me a hug.

"Anyway," I said as I gestured toward Taylor, "I found Taylor."

Annabeth looked at her. "Is this your house?"

"Hell no!" Taylor replied, "Do you think I'd tolerate this mess? But I do live just up the road. We have to go pick up my stuff. I left it in my recording room."