Hey everyone! For those who don't know, this story was meant to be a rewritten version of my other uncompleted story A Game to Play. I've already said to some of you that I would wait to post this new story but after I finished this chapter I was so excited that I just COULDN'T wait.

I should tell some of you that while writing this I got completely different ideas and this is how it ended up. Some of you can all but forget that this story is related to some other one and just read since I just included little facts from the other story which I will be deleting in a weeks time.

I was going to quit writing and that's why I haven't written anything for so long and deleted my other stories so I guess you can call this my first story. I accept constructive critism. Flames are also welcome because I'm really excited about this story and I won't stop writing unless you want me to.

Disclaimer: I own Percy Jackson! LOL

P.S This story: after TLO

P.S.S I prefer replying to reviews at the authors note, all at once instead of PMing every single person. Just so you know if I'm lucky enough to even get one.

Annabeth's Pov:

Whoa…What just happened?

Earthquake? I doubt it, but that's my only option…for now. Okay, let's start from the beginning…

I was walking towards the Poseidon cabin, returning from the stables after not finding Percy there, when I literally felt the earth shake. Now, you might ask two questions;

Why do you doubt it's an earthquake? And why not look at Percy's cabin before the stables? Well, one, because I'm pretty sure the camp boundaries protect us from almost everything, and yes it includes earthquakes but anyway, to the next question.

Percy has been spending most of his time in the stables, lately. Of course I don't blame him, if my Pegasus had a serious case of allergy and would drive me insane about it I would also have to spend some more time with him/her. But, in Percy's condition, it is a tad bit more different.

You see, an extremely stubborn Pegasus, Blackjack, plus a master he can telepathically talk to while he is dying to be scratched is NOT, if you ask me (or Percy in this case), a good deal and is the only time I am happy for not having to talk to sea-creatures in my head like Percy.

Well, I think that Blackjack was overreacting since hives aren't supposed to be as itchy as it would have been to a human (or demigod in this case). Percy told me that it's better for him to go and "scratch" his neck, chest, shoulders, and wings every one hour rather than lose his mind because of an overdramatic Pegasus.

Of Course, Percy is also in the blame here. I told him that he could just pay another camper to do the job instead, but he didn't agree because –as he told me- he loved his Pegasus. Of course, I know he loves Blackjack and all but I think Blackjack isn't doing it only because he loves his Pegasus but because –again, as he told me- he spent hours trying, and failing, to figure some solution to this situation, and it took me about two seconds to suggest my current idea. He doesn't want to seem weak or something like that, that others boys feel when a girl beats them. I don't want to go and crush Percy's "man pride" or anything now would I?

Percy was smart and kind-of saved Olympus (Luke killed himself/Kronos…Remember?) but sometimes he seriously can be such an arrogant Seaweed brain.

If his soon-to-be-nonexistent-brain-cells self-annihilate themselves at this rate I will have to find him a new nickname, and believe you me finding an original nickname like Seaweed Brain is not easy.

Anyway, let's get back to the point.

As I said, I was done with checking the stables when I heard someone yell.

My hand automatically reached for my dagger but someone –or something- crashed into me before my hand could reach its designated target and for just a second everything went black and I felt myself fall down.

A few seconds later I heard another yell and finally opened my eyes which I had closed because I didn't want to deal with a soon-to-be-expected concussion.

After I opened my eyes my first thought was:

Great! No concussion.

Of course not, Brainiac. If everyone who fell on grass had a concussion what would happen to this world? My conscience argued/tried to put some sense into me.

Well, sorry but I just hit my head. AND I didn't fall someone knocked me down…wait WHAT?

Well, that argument didn't last long. At least not long enough before I opened my eyes and saw a pair of familiar, but worried half-goat eyes staring right back at me.

(A/n I was planning to finish over here just to hear your ideas and see if I should continue but than I decided to not be so cruel, so you should thank my conscience)

"Grover?" I mumbled while trying to sit up, but Grover was still on top of me.

Realizing that he got up and offered me a hand which I gladly took while still, for some reason, expecting a concussion.

Why…? My conscience was about to start another argument –is it just me or does that sound mental- if Grover didn't interrupt my mental self for debating over concussions.

"Annabeth" he said with a sheepish grin, but I also noticed that the worried look never wavered. Though he crushed me into an almost-unconscious state I had a feeling that that wasn't the reason he looked so worried or so impatient.

I opened my mouth, about to ask if everything was ok, and since he is in the Council of Cloven Elders everything might not be ok, when I heard another, more feminine-and-still-adequately-rougher scream that could only belong to one person.

"CLARISSE!" Grover jumped and was about to start running when the mentioned-person's hand grabbed his arm. CRACK!

Grover screamed, but this time in pain rather than agitation.

"What did you do? You BROKE his arm!" I screamed at Clarisse and punched her hand away from Grover. The only little thing I forgot was that Clarisse's arm was acceptably larger than mine and my brain considered that only after the pain stung like a bee, or should I say like Mrs.O'leary?

On the good side, I'm pretty sure my arm isn't broken. On the bad side we now have a crowd gathering to watch the scene. I'm pretty sure it was Grover's and not my scream that got everyone's attention, or so I try to convince my current, more-than-normally arrogant self.

"What's going on in here?" Said the last person I wanted to see at the moment, it's not like I wasn't expecting him to be here or anything.

Of course you are expecting him to be here. Couldn't you think about this whole pointless situation before he came? Don't blame me for calling you stupid.

But, dear conscience, if I'm stupid so are you so shut your mouth up and you just called the situation pointless, how was I supposed to expect anything out of it?.

Annabeth, I don't have a mouth…But you do.

Ugh! I would rather have an allergic Pegasus in my head any day rather than you, you know?

Oh! Don't you think you're a little young to give up on your soul? I mean you have a whole lotta life in front of you?

UGHHH!

Hi Again! Please tell me your ideas about the chapter and if my attempt at improving my writing was a failure, in a review. You can also tell me if you want more Annabeth vs. Conscience. I'm currently stuck on a string between paranoia and excitement.

I am really proud of this chapter and already have the whole plot ready in my mind if you would want me to continue this story. And I know I didn't really explain anything about the characters clothes and about the setting but you can be certain I will in the next chapter.

Review, even if it's to tell me your favorite song.

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