I normally don't like writing author's notes (I like reading them though) because in real books the authors don't get to explicitly say what they mean. They only can hope that the readers are smart enough to figure it out. Luckily, I'm not a real author and don't have to follow that rule so yay for being an amateur! I am a huge supporter of spell check, but it can't get everything so if I need to work on my grammar and/or spelling just tell me! I have been practicing making my writing longer and if anyone has pointers they would be appreciated. There is a reason Fanfiction put in a review button. I also am okay with not getting many reviews. So if you have something to say (I don't care if that something is what you had for dinner, I still will be happy to read it) then go ahead, if not, than that's completely fine. Thanks for clicking on my story! One last thing, it will be pretty obvious who the POV's are because they'll be separated by two dots [ .. ] If for some reason it isn't from either Percy or Annabeth, I'll specify. The first part of this chapter is from Percy's point of view then it will switch to Annabeth's and then back and forth.

I lay down motionless in my bunk at Camp Half-Blood, staring at the coral walls of the cabin. It had been one of those days for the books. But in a good non-deadly way. I had just spent a fabulous 10 hours with my girlfriend Annabeth doing random camp half-blood stuff trying to get in some fun before school started and we had to get back to boring, safe life. We did awesome things like sword fighting, climbing the lava rock wall, and even a little bit of innocent underwater kissing.

It could've easily been one of the best days of my life (not that that's saying much) but now I was ready to catch some Z's. Thankfully, after the giant war was won, I hadn't been getting many nightmares so I had high hopes for tonight's sleep.

At that moment I was that warm, fuzzy tired where you just feel great and want to snuggle in your cool sheets and drift off. So I lay my head back on the blue pillows that were propped up haphazardly in true Percy Jackson fashion and let the distant sound of waves and the reflection of the saltwater fountain lull me to sleep

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Today had been utterly amazing. My boyfriend Percy had taken me to all of his favorite spots at camp as a last week of summer finale and we had a romantic/fun/relaxing day. Seaweed Brain even took me on a big picnic underwater. He had created a small dome of oxygen so that we could eat and talk without drowning or getting the food wet and it was nice to not be bothered by other campers' problems for once. "No Conner, you can't toilet paper the nymphs and not expect to get revenge." "Piper you're a councilor don't touch that" "oh my GODS Will, don't ask me those questions?!" But even the most relaxing days can wear you out if you're having too much fun. While Percy and I did have a blast not fighting any monsters or almost dying I was completely ready for bed.

As I sluggishly put on my pajamas, my mind drifted back to the very beginning of our relationship, before all of the death, when we were twelve and hated each other's guts. I always wondered why I had thought that because he was the son of Poseidon and I was the daughter of Athena that meant we couldn't be friends... or more.

I easily slipped into my bed and let the smell of freshly read books and the glow of someone's laptop pull me into a dreamless sleep.

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I woke up to the shrill beeping of an alarm clock and pulled my sheets over my head to try blocking out the noise. I was enveloped in a mass of red darkness and silence and was just starting to fall back asleep when a thought popped in my head, 'Wait a second… I would never, ever put an alarm clock in the Poseidon cabin, and I am 120% positive that the sheets are blue like my pillow, not red.' I opened my eyes fully and let them adjust to my surroundings. My first thought was 'Oh crap.' Not because I had no clue where I was or that there was immediate danger in the close vicinity. Pretty much the exact opposite actually. I recognized my surroundings right off the bat, and they didn't make me happy at all.

If I remembered correctly (and with me that's a big if) I had just woken up in a crappy, messy dorm room at Yancy freaking Academy. I groaned, was this some practical joke? I sat up and looked around. From the trash lying on the ugly carpeted floors to the crummy posters in the wall another thing became apparent. This wasn't just any dorm room, this was my room from years ago.

Unless some poor kid still thought the Linkin Park album Meteora was a cool and even minorly okay thing to be advertising.

I quickly pulled the covers off my body and with all the finesse of a trained demigod warrior kept to the floor falling flat on my face in the process. 'Calm down Percy,' I heard Annabeth's voice in my head. 'The first step to solving a problem is figuring out what the problem is.' I slowed down my hyperventilating and started to think.

I had to get past the initial "oh gods oh gods oh gods" factor of this situation.

The only thing that had really made sense at the moment was that this was all some sort of weird time trip.

I knew for a fact that there are probably plenty of time gods, goddesses, and even at least one Titan that had the mojo for a trick like that and wasn't even that surprised. I don't think that's possible for me anymore.

I took one last slow breath and took a step toward the door.

CRUNCH!

I heard the sound before I felt the pain shoot through my bare foot and let out a string of curses while trying to clutch my foot.

I should've remembered how horribly I took care of my bedroom and paid more attention to the floor as I made my way across it, but I'll just say that I was trying to blend in with the theme of old me. A glance downward let me know that I had stepped on a soda can and a glance to the side had let me know that the other bed in my room was starting to move.

I instinctively reaches for my pen/sword but stopped when I heard the voice

"Perrcy?" I heard a small moan.

Any doubts I'd had on what was going in were immediately stopped when the mound of blankets moved and a curly head popped out and I recognized it right away.

I really wasn't that surprised since I had guessed all along but had just become crystal clear that be the fates, one of those time gods, or some force had brought me back in time. It had been at least three months since the giant war and that was way too much time to be happy. Right? I went with the safe response to the curly head that if identified as a much younger version of Grover's call.

"Yea G-man?" I said hoping that he wouldn't pick up on any changes in his roommate and charge.

"What was that sound and what time it is?" he moaned, not looking up. I glanced at the clock.

"It's eight and I stepped on a can sorry man."

My words were like a bolt of lightning to him and he flew out of his bed with a wild look in his eye and started running around the room ignoring the fact that since he was supposed to be 'crippled' and shouldn't be able to move with so much agility. He had always been such a bad liar.

"We have Brunners at 8:15! You know that. Hurry! Hurry!" He said hurriedly.

This was become so real so quickly. But I made the split second decision to go with this for a little bit before making my next move, if there even was a move to be made.

I didn't bother to tell him that I had no clue when my Latin class was because I hadn't been to it in about five years, so I just threw on a shirt and jeans and headed out the door. This would be an interesting quest.

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I woke up in the Athena cabin as usual and blearily rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as my mind started to reboot. Around me I could see the shapes of some of my siblings that were already getting ready despite it still being a little early.

I turned onto my back and slowly sat up to start my day since I knew that nobody would let me hear the end of it if the councilor was the last person up.

Someone must've moved the mirror that one of my sisters had gotten a few years ago so I blindly brushed my hair into a ponytail and threw on a camp shirt.

I walked outside and frowned. A huge storm was brewing which most likely meant that Zeus was mad. We would probably have a meeting about that later. Life had been going pretty well for me lately so I wasn't about to let a simple tantrum of the lord of the sky ruin my streak. Then again it could just be a storm, those did happen in which case it would skirt around the camp. I stopped by the bathroom and as I was walking out, looked in the mirror and what I saw almost caused me to pass out. I looked almost completely different. My arms were soft and didn't have the muscle of someone who had been on many quests and my eyes looked bright and innocent instead of my tired older ones that I had become accustomed to. In short, I looked like I was twelve again.

I ran back outside and looked around to see if anyone else was different and I let out a small shriek. The people weren't the first thing I noticed. It was the cabins. There were eleven and only eleven. I counted them, recounted them, and scanned the clearing for the others. Where were the minor gods' cabins? What about Hades'? Hecate's? The Tyche? The Iris?

I looked at the campers and yet again felt my blood run cold. I saw Travis and Connor walking around, but the too looked younger. I saw Clarisse threatening a new camper and she looked younger. Katie? Younger. Malcom? Adolescent. Will? Looked as if he had just arrived. I ran towards the Big House to see if Chiron knew what was going on when I slammed into someone.

"Hey Annabeth." I heard the voice and looked up and saw his face. A thousand feelings flashed through me at once. It was him. No no no no no. This was not happening. I did my best to keep calm.

"Hi Luke." I said as smoothly as I could muster. I must have done an okay job because other than a strange look, the traitor continued his thought.

"Do you know when Grover gets back from Yancy?" he asked nonchalantly as if it was completely normal that he was alive now and walking around in the place he had worked so hard to destroy.

That's when it hit me. Sure I had pretty much already known it from the moment I saw the cabins, but this was the final piece. Some way, somehow, time had been messed with and it was 2005. That meant that Percy was at Yancy with Grover, dead campers were alive, and I was twelve. Percy probably didn't know who I was, and even if he had been sent back too, it meant that at I was, at least for now, on my own.

I gave Luke a quick shrug, trying even harder to hide my fear, and went towards a sure way to confirm my pretty much already confirmed suspicions, a place that I swore I would never go on purpose; the Aphrodite cabin.

It turned out, I didn't need to break my vow because my answer was strolling out the door. Selena Beauregard was laughing with one of her sisters probably talking about makeup or something. I didn't go up to her but watched from a distance taking in her face. I let a small smile flash across my lips. Maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could ever happen to me.