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Chapter 1

ANNABETH'S POV

Annabeth looked down at the Roman Camp from the Argo II, and wandered if Percy was there, if he remembered her, or if he had a new girlfriend. Hera did hate her after all, so it wouldn't surprise her if she gave Percy a new girlfriend. Annabeth sighed, and vaguely registered the Camp's beautiful architecture. Normally she would be gushing of this, but Annabeth simply couldn't stop worrying. Suddenly, Annabeth realized that someone was trying to talk to her.

"Annabeth! Earth to Annabeth!"

"What? Oh, Piper. I'm sorry. Have you been trying to talk to me long? Please say no."

"Sorry Annabeth, but I've been shouting your name for awhile now. What's wrong? You look…worried."

"Oh, it's nothing really. I'm just thinking about the possible reactions of the Romans to this giant warship."

"Yeah, they'll probably flip out, but I don't think that's what's on your mind. Are you thinking about Percy?" Piper chuckled as Annabeth grimaced.

"I hate that you can read me so well. You Aphrodite children. But yes, I am worried about him. What if he doesn't remember me? What if he's dating someone else? WHAT IF HE HATES ME?" Annabeth was practically sobbing at this point.

Piper put her arm around Annabeth. "I can't guarantee you that he's remembered you, although there's a good shot since Jason's remembered everything, but I don't think he could ever hate you. No one could. Just relax." Piper put in a little extra feeling to the last bit, and she was rewarded with a smile.

"Thanks Piper. I know I'm being silly, but in any case we're here and it's time to face this head on." Annabeth squared her shoulders, and face the quickly becoming more visible group of Romans.