Annabeth POV

"Soooo, when do you want to tell people were engaged?" I asked my fiance, Percy Jackson. Aka 'most powerful demigod of all time.'(By gods). Aka 'hottest most amazmaz guy of all tots time!' (By the Aphrodite cabin). Aka 'most amazing, romantic, hottest, swoon worthy, lovable seaweed brain ever! (By me).

"Ummmm, never." He responded with a horrified look on his face. It was adorbs! Oh. My. Gods. I just used the word adorbs. I really am in deep. But he was adorbs. We were sitting in his cabin, which opened up to the lake, and dipping our feet into the cool water… while admiring the mountains… and the pine trees… and Clarrisse getting eaten by a harpie for not cleaning her room… and he was holding my hand, stroking my knuckles… I could sit like this all day! It was sooo romantic. We were both a little young to be getting married, I guess. I was only 18, Percy 19. But it wasn't like we were ever going to go to college. Or meet other people or something. We had been through to much together.

"Why not?" I asked him teasingly. "They're going to see the ring eventually. Plus, Piper will get very mad if I don't tell her." Things jump into lakes naked when Piper gets mad. And not of their own will, mind you.

"Im willing to face the wrath of Piper if it means avoiding a certain father-figure. Chiron is going to skin me alive." Percy said, matter- of- factly.

"Chiron has been a little protective lately," I said.

"Well thats only because he is worried about you! You've been pretty catatonic towards other people recently. He has a good reason to be worried. So do I!" Percy exclaimed. They really had no reason to be worried. I was fine. I guess I was just a little tired of seeing everyone I love, get killed. First Thalia, then Luke, Charlie, Selena, Michael. The list just goes on and on. I'm pretty sure I have a right to be depressed.

I watched Grover run up to help Clarisse with the harpie.

And Percy, he had been a little protective lately…

A few days ago, Conner and Travis had the bright idea of trapping several spiders, and dumping them into my bed at 3 in the morning. When Percy heard my screams, he came running down into my cabin. My brothers and sisters had immediately killed the spiders, not being as afraid as I was. My little… run in, with Archane really increased my phobia.

I was throwing up, into a garbage can, my brother Malcom rubbing my back, when Percy burst into the cabin. His eyes were a fiery green blaze of rage. He had pushed through my shocked siblings to my side. His footsteps echoing on the wood. Kneeling down, his glare softened.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, Im ok." I said.

He then stood up, took out his sword, and asked, "Well then, who needs to die?"

Connor and Travis ended up in the infirmary with several purple bruises on their faces, and both had broken arms.

"Percy… you have no reason to be concerned about me. Im strong. I can deal with it." I said.

"Yeeaah.." Percy responded. "But sometimes I wonder…" He trailed off.

"You wonder what?" I asked.

"Sometimes, Annabeth," He said softly, looking into my eyes, piercing me with his green eyed blaze. "Sometimes, I wonder if your too strong."