(A/N sorry it has been so long, I couldn't think; I hope you will enjoy it. I am working on two stories at a time- bare will me! xx)

My dream started like this.
Fierce, fiery, flames obscured Camp Half-Blood from view. Ear-piercing screams shattered the sky. Choking smoke filled camper's lungs, causing them to gasp for air. Monsters littered the grounds of the camp, destroying everything in their path.
I saw my friends fighting for their lives, against the terrible monsters. I had to help somehow; but I could not move a limb.
Camp Half-Blood was in ruins. My home was destroyed.

I abruptly sat up straight.
I had to tell Percy.
I had to tell someone.
I couldn't exactly tell my family, they would just say to forget about it and don't worry. Percy would understand; He understands me like no one else does. I urgently scrambled out of bed, getting the quilts tangled around my legs, so I had to waste more time getting them un-tangled.
I changed into the first t-shirt and jeans that I picked out of the wooden draws that I now owned.
I ran into the bathroom and squirted a large pea-sized blob onto my toothbrush, and placed it into my mouth.
With the toothbrush in my mouth, I opened my wardrobe and pushed the clothes aside as I pulled my trainers out of the shoe rack at the bottom.
I stuffed the trainers onto my feet quickly, and placed the toothbrush back into the bathroom cabinet. Then I rinsed my mouth out and ran downstairs.
I grabbed the last cereal bar that had been left on the work surface, and ate it in two large bites. Then, I filled an empty glass with ice-cold milk and gulped it down in seconds.
I discarded the glass into the sink and turned to face my family, while leaning on the counter surface.
"Someone's in a hurry," my dad muttered. I ignored him.
"I'm going straight to camp after school," I informed him, giving Harriat a fleeting glance.
Harriat sighed. "Honey," I flinched. She carried on talking as if nothing had happened, "Why do you always rush of to camp?" I gripped the counter tighter. "If you came back home after school, we could drive you there and save you the trip and money."
"I'll be fine," I reassured them.
My dad looked concerned. I mentally rolled my eyes. "Are you sure? I don't want you getting lost," my dad asked.
I physically rolled my eyes this time. "Honestly, dad, I know my way to camp from here back to front." I said.
"If you insist," Harriat said. I smiled; she was easy to convince.
I slung my back-pack over my shoulder, and hurried out the door. "Bye! See you in a couple of months." I shouted at them, and shut the door firmly behind me.

I finally arrived at Percy's mom's apartment, at six forty-eight. I placed my invisibility cap on top of my head and climbed the fire escape, to the fifth storey high apartment.
Percy was sleeping restlessly, mouth slightly open, small gusts of air emerged from his mouth, and a worried frown on his forehead.
Suddenly, he sat bolt upright, shivering in his bed. He must've had the same dream I had. He turned to look out the window.
He couldn't possibly see, I was invisible. But he seemed to be staring right at me. Just then, his mom knocked on the bedroom door, "Percy, you're going to be late," I travelled back down the fire escape. Time to track Percy's school. Now that I thought about it, I hadn't got a clue where his school was. I would have to follow Percy.
I returned to the front of his apartment and waited for Percy to appear out of the front door. He looked across the street, where I was standing. How could he see me? Then I realised my cap couldn't turn my shadow invisible. I ran into the nearest shadow, still keeping an eye on Percy.
Eventually, after passing through a series of noisy streets, Percy entered a subway. Percy observed the area before heading to a seven-foot tall boy. The boy wore tattered jeans, grimy size-twenty sneakers and a plaid flannel shirt with holes in it. His face was kind of brutal-looking and irregular. Why on Olympus did Percy hang out with a guy like this? The tall boy looked like he had just come out of a ferrous fight with a Hydra. But that was not possible; he was an ordinary mortal human, who had had a very large growth spurt. He had probably come from a rough, poor, family.
As we approached, me (of course) invisible and anonymous to everyone, I found it hard to look higher than his decayed crooked teeth. Very unusual. What kind of magic would stop me from looking higher? I instantly did not trust this guy; I was definitely sticking by Percy. He had been friends (by the way the boy was looking at him like he was the best friend in the world) with him for the whole academic year; he hadn't known there was something sinister and peculiar about him.
"Hey, Big-guy," Percy greeted him. Did he even know his name? Or did they just call each other by nick names - like me and Percy do? He must do.
"Yay!" the 'Big-guy' said, clapping his hands like a giant pre-schooler. "I thought you would never come! But you did! You always do. I trust you." his big goofy big made me cringe.
"Um," Percy ran his hand through his hair, making his hair even messier. It looked nice messy. I know what you're thinking! I am not an Aphrodite girl who marvels over cute boys. Not saying that Percy is cute! But his hair looked nice messy; it wasn't straight and sleek like a nerds. "C'mon, let's go, Tyson."

I followed them onto the subway, having no need to pay for a ticket. We took our seats near the window, but, soon after, I had to get up again because so old lady was about to sit on me. There were no more seats and I wasn't about to expose myself by appearing out of thin air. People would freak out.
The ride was long and uneventful, the only funny part of it was when there was a jut in the ride and Percy banged his head on the glass window. I had to stifle my laugh with my fist. Percy certainly didn't find it funny; he was rubbing his head and scowling. Tyson was biting his already-short fingernails anxiously, string out the window like it was about to attack him. He obviously didn't like travelling underground.
Finally, the train screeched to a stop. I followed Percy and Tyson, yet again, outside, blinking at the sudden glare of the bright sunlight. We arrived at Percy's school at eight-twenty-six. We had couple if minutes to spare. A large sign situated at the entrance of the school read: Welcome to Meriwether College Prep!
The sign was cheesy and childish. The pupils seemed to think it was a colouring board; they had gratified all over it, large smiley face and inappropriate words that I would not like to mention, in a variety of multicolour.
The school was a long cuboid shape with a small grassy area, which I am predicting was for the outdoor activities, to the left of the building that was fenced off to the outside of the school premises. The school was old and battered; like it had survived a minor earthquake. The building was a disgrace to architecture! If I was the one that designed it, I would feel ashamed. If I could have designed it, I would have designed it a completely different way. A way that would last for a long time and would not get boring for a millennium.
While I had been re-designing the school in my head, I had not noticed that the bell had gone, signalling for everyone to get to their classes, I was too wound up in my own little world of architecture.
Despite the fact that I still had my cap on, I was shoved and pushed by what felt like hundreds of people. The question in my mind: if people didn't like school, why were they trying to get to their classes early?
I received a couple if confused facial expressions, from a couple of people who were in the stampede and had pushed me, but had not seen me. I moved out of the crowds' way and sat on the dirty rock wall until most of them had passed. I had no hope in trying to locate Percy in that crowd! I would have to search the classrooms for him. Or, I could look for Tyson. Tyson should be easy to spot, I thought, and he will be towering over all the students like the empire state building does over Manhattan, and he follows Percy around like a dog.
I walked in with the last few straddlers, still invisible.
After searching every single classroom and corridor, it took nearly an hour, just my luck- Percy was in the last one. I decided to keep out of the light, so my shadow did not form. I stood at the back of the room, standing in the shadow of a cupboard. The boy in front of me was clearly the school bully, we was throwing things and shouting at the top of his voice, it took all I had not to punch him and tell him to shut up because he was annoying me. He had piggy-eyes that were as dark as coal, shaggy black hair that was thick with grease, and was dressed in expensive but sloppy clothes, like he bought everything he laid his piggy eyes on, not caring how much money was in his bank. Unlucky for Percy, he was sat in front of the bully. Percy had opened his notebook and was staring intently at something in it, smiling contently. I would have gone over there and looked at whatever Percy found so interesting, but I couldn't move out if my restricted area of shadow. But I didn't need to move anyway because, at that moment, the bully, reached over and snatched it out if the books rings.
"Hey!" Percy protested.
I took my chance and stole a glance at the paper. It was a photograph. Of me. It was the picture that I had sent him just after spring break. I was on holiday with my dad in Washington D.C. I was wearing jeans and a denim jacket over my orange camp t-shirt. My blonde curly hair was pulled back in a bandanna. I was standing in front of the Lincoln Memorial with my arms crossed, smiling because I was satisfied that I had got the chance to visit a famous monument.
I wondered why he had the picture in his notebook. I hadn't expected him to put it in there, I certainly wasn't thinking he'd do that when I e-mailed it to him. I was suddenly glad that I was invisible and out of sight; my face was burning.
The bully's eyes widened. "No way, Jackson. Who is that? She is not your-" if it was possible, I felt my face turn redder.
"Give it back!" Percy's face was as red as an apple.
The bully handed the photo to one of his disgusting friends. He was surrounded by about twelve of them, really big idiots who were taller than Tyson. They snickered and started ripping it up to make spit wads. I resisted the urge to punch them really hard in the guts. Nobody rips up a picture of a famous monument and spits it about!
They were new idiots who must have been visiting, because they were all wearing those stupid HI! MY NAME IS: tags from the admissions office. They must have had a weird sense of humour, too, because they had filled in pathetic names like: MARROW SUCKER, SKULL EATER, and JOE BOB. No human had names as ridiculous as that- unless your parents were utterly crazy.
"These guys are moving here next year," the bully boasted, like it was supposed to be something really awesome. "I bet they can pay the tuition, too, unlike your retard friend."
"He's not retarded," Percy was burning, just like the sun. I could literally feel the heat waves emitting from him. Funny, I thought he was the son of Poseidon not Apollo. Nah, if he was the son of Apollo he would be good-looking and would be burning, literally burning.
"You're such a loser, Jackson. Good thing I'm gonna put you out of your misery next period." Being the daughter of Athena I am, I immediately began to think what he meant by 'putting him out of his misery next period'. Did he mean that he was going to beat him up? He couldn't exactly kill him in a mortal P.E. game. Or, become friends with him so he was embarrassed all the time? That was an unlikely possibility.
The bell rang.
Just as Percy was about to leave the class with Tyson, I decided to take my chance whilst everyone was not paying attention to Percy, and whispered, "Percy!"
Percy looked around the locker-area, frowning slightly, like he had never heard a girl call his name before, which was probably true in this school.
I realised quite quickly that my speech had been a complete waste of time: I couldn't take my cap of in the middle of a busy corridor! Besides, Percy and his class were rushed along to the gym; it was time for P.E.

The gym hall was large and empty, it probably echoed if I spoke in it.
Whoa! I stopped myself just in time before I followed Percy and the boys into the male changing rooms.
There was no way I was going in there!
I waited by the door for Percy to come out. I spotted a man who looked ninety-nine years old, with no teeth, and a greasy mop of hair. I assumed he was the gym teacher, he was reading Sports Illustrated. To be frank, I was actually surprised. As far as I can remember, P.E. teachers are usually healthy, and in-shape and really active. Not slumping around like they couldn't be bothered to live. Percy just had to be the last one to get dressed! Followed by trembling Tyson.
The P.E. attire was sky-blue shorts and tie-dyed t-shirts.
The bully said, "Coach, can I be captain?"
"Eh?" The old man looked up from his magazine. "Yeah," he mumbled, "Mm-hmm."
The bully grinned and took charge of picking. He appointed Percy to be the other team's captain. The majority of the children joined the bully's side, so did the group of visitors. The others that were left went to Percy. Even though I was invisible, i went to join Percy's side, still in the suspense of Tyson.
After the teams were sorted, the bully spilled a cage full of balls in the middle of the gym.
"Scared," Tyson mumbled. "Smell funny,"
Percy looked at him, "What smells funny?"
"Them." Tyson pointed at the bully's new friends. "Smell funny."
The visitors were cracking their knuckles, like this was some kind of wrestling match that was about to begin.
They were acting quite eccentric. Why had Tyson said they smell funny? Did he have an extra-smelling nose, like Grover? That can't be possible. I couldn't smell anything when they passed me, except maybe lynx. Tyson didn't go around sniffing people, did he? If he did, he was totally strange!
The bully blew the whistle and the game began. The opposing team ran for the centre line. On my side, an Asian boy yelled something in Urdu, running for the exit. Another boy tried to crawl behind the wall mat and hide. The rest of the team did their best to cower in fear and not look like vulnerable targets.
"Tyson," Percy said. I saw it before it happened. Why hasn't Percy moved already? His ADHD should have alerted him to budge! "Let's g-"
A ball slammed into his gut. He sat down in the middle of the gym floor. The other team erupted in laughter.
Tyson yelled, "Percy, duck!"
As he rolled, another dodgeball flew past his ear, skimming it by an inch.
Whooom!
It hit the wall mat, and the boy behind it yelped. I traced back to who the thrower was: one of the visitors. How did they throw so hard? Then I noticed the biceps that were slowly getting larger and larger, and his height was getting taller and taller.
What had Tyson said? They smell funny.
Monsters.
"Hey!" Percy yelled at the bully's team. "You could kill somebody!"
The visitor named Job Bob grinned sinfully. "I hope so, Perseus Jackson! I hope so!"
A cold chill tingled down my spine. Since when did they know what Percy's full name was? He didn't exactly tell them, not by the look on his face he didn't anyway. His face was no longer bright red, but a pale, ghostly white.
He had finally figured they were monsters.
The visitors were now growing at a unusual pace, they were now all at least two-and-a-half-metre-tall giants with wild eyes, pointy teeth and hairy arms tattooed with snakes and hula women and Valentine hearts.
The bully dropped his ball. "Whoa! You're not from Detroit! Who..."
The other kids on his team had started screaming like the dead souls in the Fields of Punishment, well maybe not that bad, and backing up to the exit, but the giant named Marrow Sucker threw a ball with deadly accuracy. It streaked past the Asian boy just as he was about to leave and hit the door, slamming it shut like magic. The kids started banging on it desperately, but it wouldn't budge at the slightest.
"Let them go!" Percy bellowed at the giants.
The one called Joe Bob rumbled at him. "And lose our tasty morsels? No, Son of the Sea God. We Laistrygonians aren't just playing for your death. We want lunch!"
He waved his hand and a new consignment of dodgeballs appeared on the centre line- but these balls weren't made of soft non-harming rubber. They were bronze, the size of cannonballs, punctured like bowling balls with fire sparkling out of the holes. They must have been scorching, but the giants picked them up anyway, with their uncovered hands.
"Coach!" Percy yelled, even though there was no point. He was a mortal; the mist would deceive his eyes.
The coach looked up from his magazine, sleepily, but, just as I had predicted, he didn't show any emotion, and just muttered, "Yeah. Mm-hmm. Play nice."
And then went back to his magazine.
The giant named Skull Eater threw his ball. Percy dived aside as the fiery bronze ball sailed past his shoulder.
"Corey!" Percy screamed.
Tyson pulled the boy, Corey, out from behind the exercise mat just as the ball detonated against it, demolishing the mat to smouldering shreds.
"Run!" Percy screamed at his teammates. "The other exit!"
They ran for the locker room, but with another drastic wave of Joe Bob's hand, that door also slammed shut.
"No one leaves unless you're out!" Joe Bob roared. "And you're not out until we eat you!"
That's so nice of you! I thought sarcastically. What have we ever done to you, may I ask?
He launched his own fireball. Percy's teammates scattered as it blasted a crater in the floor.
I watched as Percy's hand fled to where his pocket would have been- if only he wasn't wearing gym shorts, that had no pockets! That obviously meant that he had no weapon so I was the only one armed.
Whilst I was searching my back-pack fire balls streaked passed me, aimed for Percy. When I returned my concentration for a split second back onto the dodge ball game, Percy was sprawled on the floor with two hungry giants staring down at him.
"Flesh!" They yelled. "Hero flesh for lunch!" They took their aim. I rapidly scrambled around in my bag, but the dagger was know where in sight.
"Percy needs help!" Tyson yelled, he jumped straight in front of Percy, just as the giants threw the balls.
"Tyson!" Percy screamed, but their was no need to scream.
Tyson had caught the two balls in each hand, and had sent them hurling like rockets back at the gob-smacked owners, who screamed, "BAAAAAD!" as the metal bowling balls exploded over their chests. Their was no way to explain it. How did Tyson- a regular mortal (or so I thought) catch two fiery metal balls? I took another look at him. There was something stopping me from looking higher than his gnarled, broken teeth. I forced myself to look higher and, instead of an eye, there was one large, calf-brown eye right in the middle of his forehead, with thick lashes.
The horrific memories flooded back, engulfing everything in a sulphurous gloom. I couldn't think. My mind was a blur. I could only thing about one thing. The worst thing. Cyclops. Cyclopes in Brooklyn.

The floor creaked dauntingly beneath my every step. A layer of thick dust encased everything, the walls were peeling gloomy wallpaper, torn and scratched at every inch. It looked like someone had been trying to claw their way out, frightened by the interior owners. Their was no other movement, other than myself. I could hear nothing, except for the loud beats of my heart, the blood pounding in my ears and the small tiny intakes I was emitting. I couldn't feel my feet. The cold had over-taken me. I felt like a presence wandering, out of my body. I wasn't in control. My feet were the lead, I couldn't think. I was too frightened.
It was a maze. I was rushing to every corner and turning my head wildly, searching in terror to find my friends.
At last, I found a dead end. A small door that was hanging on its hinges was open a jar. I cautiously approached and slowly pushed the door with my fingertips, opening it bit by bit.
As I stepped over the threshold I inhaled a rather large gasp, that scared even myself. The floor was littered with putrid bones, that had been licked clean to shine. A fire was brightly lit and flickering in the middle of the room. The smoke that travelled from the flames led upwards, leading to my friends, all tied up and gagged. They were hanging from the ceiling like smoked hams. Thalia was staring at me, signalling me one message: RUN! A Cyclopes was sat by the fire. Luckily, he hadn't spotted me yet. I drew my knife. The tiny sound of metal against leather split the silence of the crackling fire. To make the night even worse, he heard the knife. He turned and smiled at me, his large eye staring hungrily at me. He spoke, and, instead of the Cyclops voice, my father's voice spoke instead, full of warm love.
He said, "Now Annabeth, don't you worry. I love you. You can stay here with me. You can stay forever."
Every syllable burned. Anger flared in my mind, erasing all my other emotions. Lies. I was not loved. And never would be. They were probably glad that I was gone. I would never return. I did not want to stay forever. Never. I knew that decision would never change. My anger took over. Without warning – and realising, I charged at him. The Cyclops just sat their in shock, surprised that I would have the courage to attack. When I was close enough, I stabbed him in the foot with my knife, pushing all my force into it, letting my anger take over and release my anger in what I had built against my family for all those years...

I opened my eyes and flickered back to reality, the dodge ball game was still enduring. There was now only one giant left, and he was about to aim. At Seaweed Brain.
"…unch approches."
I ran forward and with the anger that had just been created by my memory, I plunged my dagger deep into his lower back, the knife sinking so deep that the tip of the blade popped out of the stomach of the giant.
Thud! The ball dropped to the ground, I heard a mutter, "ow," and then the giant burst into a cloud of green flame. As the smoke vanished, Percy just stared, stunned, at me. After a while I got a bit impatient and wonder why he was staring so intently at me. I looked down. I realised I was wearing my camp t-shirt. He probably thinks I wear nothing else, I thought. Well, I do! I have a green top, a red top, a purple top- anyways, that doesn't matter right now. He was actually staring at the kid standing dumb-founded behind me. I recognised him as the bully who had brought the stupid giants to this school. He blinked at me and I could tell he recognised me as 'the girl in Percy's notebook'. "That's the girl… That's the girl-"
I swung my fist and contacted with his nose, knocking him flat. "And you," I told him, "lay off my friend."
Chaos had erupted. Kids were screaming like banshees and running around like idiots. The gym was in flames. I heard sirens wailing and a garbled voice over the intercom. Through the glass windows of the exit doors, I could see a teacher wrestling with a lock, a crowd of teachers piling up behind him.
"Annabeth…" Percy stammered. "How did you…" Don't ask the question, don't ask the question… "how long have you.." He asked the question.
"Pretty much all morning," I answered resentfully. I sheathed my knife, not looking him in the eyes. "I was trying to find a good time to talk o you but you were never alone." For the first time, I hoped he wouldn't catch on quickly.
"The shadow I saw this morning- that was-" My morning is going totally the opposite as I wanted. Percy was blushing slightly. "Oh my gods, you were looking in my bedroom window?"
"There's no time to explain!" I snapped, though I was turning a little red faced myself. "I just didn't want to-"
"There!" A woman screamed. The doors burst opened and the adults came pouring in.
"Meet me outside," I told him. "And him." I pointed to Tyson. I didn't want him to be capturing anybody innocent like the other Cyclops. He didn't need to ruin anymore lives. I gave him the most despising look of hate I could. "You'd better bring him."
"What?"
"No time!" I said. "Hurry!"
I put on my New York Yankees base-ball cap, and instantly vanished. I ran out of gap in the wall and into an alley down Church Street and waited for Percy and the Cyclops to emerge.