Annabeth is sent back in time on a quest from the gods, back to the time of King Uther's reign in Camelot. She has been disconnected from Percy, who has been left in the future, wondering where on earth his girlfriend could be. Annabeth soon meets Merlin, and then the great Arthur himself. Can she stay undercover long enough to figure out the purpose of her quest? Or will the pressure be too much? I do not own PJO or Merlin.

Merlin's p.o.v.

Arthur and I were trekking through the forest when wee heard the strangest sound. It was like a thunderstorm had descended over just one section of the woods. You could still see the blue sky on the perimeter of the storm clouds that had formed. Then suddenly, like lightning, a white light beamed down from the heavens, depositing something before it disappeared completely. Whatever was left behind was a little further off in the forest.

Arthur and I shared a look before rushing to see what it was. I could practically read his expressions, which were saying, "What sort of sorcery could this be?"

When we finally made it, we noticed the small clearing the storm had made. In the middle was a girl, dressed in the weirdest clothes either of us had ever seen. Before we could approach her, Arthur pulled me down behind some foliage so that we could observe her.

The light-haired girl looked to the sky, getting to her feet, and screaming, "Percy?! Percy?!"

When the sky offered no response, she looked about at her surroundings. "Oh Hades," she murmured in a trembling voice, wiping her hands on her odd trousers. The girl took a few deep breaths, and I shifted in my crouched position, unfortunately snapping a twig in the process. Arthur rolled his eyes at my evident stupidity.

The girl had whirled around toward us, her eyes seeming wild as a dagger was now in her right hand. "Show yourself!"

Arthur and I slowly stood up, not wanting to scare her more that she already was. I rose my hands to show her that I meant her no harm. Her weapon, however, remained at the ready. The two of us stepped into the clearing and she seemed to analyze us before speaking.

"Where am I?" She asked, pointing to Arthur with her dagger.

Arthur answered, "Madam, you are in the outlying woods of Camelot. Now, if you would please lower your weapon."

The girl paid no mind to Arthur's request, and instead said, "Camelot?" In a softer voice she said, "When am I? What year is it?"

"The fifth century." I replied in my most calming voice. My words only seemed to make her more aggravated.

"Madam, I ask again, that you would please lower your weapon, or I shall be forced to take it from you." Arthur tried again.

The girl's eyes snapped to him. "I'd like to see you try. There is not a thing you could do to tear this weapon from my hands."

The muscles in Arthur's face hardened as he drew his sword. "I, Arthur Pendragon, prince of Camelot, do not tolerate threats toward me, especially by a woman. Now, am I going to have to fight you?"

The girl grew angrier as Arthur continued, "You do recognize me, yes? I—"

She interrupted him. "I know who you are, but I never knew you could be such an imbicile."

She was treading in harsh waters now. I looked to see how Arthur would react to such a comment, but he was already advancing towards the girl, sword at the ready.

She didn't flinch. Not once.

There were flashes of the two blades and grunts of effort on both sides. I thought Arthur would claim victory within his first few moves, but it was the girl who won. With one well-place punch, she had knocked Arthur off of his feet and pointed her dagger at him. I felt a weird aura around the knife, like it had some sort of magic about it. I realized this aura seemed to be all around the girl too. Maybe she had magic?

Arthur tried to kick the girl's legs out from under her, but she simply jumped as if she knew exactly what he would try to do. I had to step in before she really hurt him. I murmured an incantation that would break a branch of the tree above her. Again, she surprised me by diving out of the way. The branch only barely missed Arthur himself.

She looked to me, somehow knowing that I was the one to cause what had nearly hit her. She suddenly looked distressed as she reassessed the situation.

"Are you Merlin?" She asked hesitantly.

"What?" I said. How did she know my name?

"Are you…" She thought for a moment. "Emrys?"

I stared at her, dumbfounded. How could she possibly—?

"Ambrosius?"

I simply shook my head at her, not knowing what to say.

"What is your name then?" She asked, not noticing that Arthur had gotten up and was picking up his sword. He put a finger to his lips so I would not alert her to his presence.

"Merlin." I replied, not thinking of what her reaction would be.

"Oh, Styx. Why didn't you say so?" She exasperated, and pulled out something from her back pocket. It looked like some weird form of hat, with white lettering connecting the letters 'N' and 'Y'.

Just as Arthur leveled his sword at her back, she put on the hat and disappeared.

Arthur and I shared an incredulous look. Where had she gone?