(A/N) This is originally written as a submission to School For The Arts but I thought it was good enough to share with you all! Yay! I do not own Percy Jackson sadly. The evil troll Riordan does. Please R&R! All of this is in Percy's POV.

Where am I? How did I get here? What is this place? These were all questions that were running through my head. I seem to be in some sort of cave. It's dark in here and I can barely see what's in front of me. I check my pockets and thankfully I still had riptide with me. I pulled it out and uncapped it then watched as my pen turned into a sword. The sword gave off a faint glow but now I am able to see a little more. I still cannot recognize this place. I still can't think of any possibilities of how I got here. The last thing that I remember is packing up for camp in my room. I even remember the conversation my mom and I were having before I left to pack.

"…And you be sure to pack those new shirts and pants I bought you." My mom was ranting on about my packing list.

"Oh and be sure to pack plenty of underwear and stuff to keep you busy when you're just having a lazy day in your cabin or in the water."

"Mom I have been going to camp for 5 years now; I think I know what to pack."

"I know, I know I'm just being a mother again. You know how I worry."

"Come on mom, what's there to worry about? I think after the titan war I'm pretty much indestructible."

"Oh that reminds me; I don't want you going to camp with that big head of yours. Just because you helped defeat the titan lord, Typhon, and Morpheus doesn't mean that you get to order everyone around and slack off on your classes."

"Of course mom, I would never think about doing that. Besides I'm sure if I do get like that, Annabeth or the kids from the Ares cabin will straighten me out."

She laughed a little at this knowing full well who these people are. "Alright I suppose I should let you get packing now." She waved me off to my room.

"Thank you. If it will make you feel better you can check my bags when I'm done."

She gave me a sweet motherly smile. "You're a good son Percy. Now go, go pack your bags. I'll make dinner in the mean time."

I walked off to my room and got two large suit cases out. I started putting in my camp clothes first then some text books that Annabeth gave me. While putting one of the books in a picture fell out. I picked it up and smiled. It was a picture of Annabeth and me after our first real kiss. We were still soaking wet after coming from inside the lake. I sat on my bed still staring at the picture, and then everything went black.

It seems like only a few seconds ago that conversation happened. I started to look around more trying to see if I could find an exit. I stood up and started walking slowly keeping one foot out stretched in case there are pits or traps of some sort. Walking a few more steps ahead I hear someone. I freeze in the spot I'm standing in and waited to hear anymore talking. I heard it again; it wasn't talking that I heard but it was someone moaning like they were in pain. The moans sounded close so I walked forward a bit more moving my sword back and forth letting the glow light my way. I heard the moan again and up ahead of me was the person making those sounds. The person was curled up on the ground. I saw long curly blond hair and a smallish figure so I guessed the person was a girl. She moaned again and turned around. I immediately recognized the face.

It was Annabeth. I ran to her side and dropped my sword.

"Annabeth can you hear me!" I yelled but not too loudly.

I tried to reach down and grab her and pull her close to me but when I tried my arms passed right through her. What was going on here?

"Annabeth! Annabeth can you hear me? Please answer me!" I yelled a little louder.

"Percy?" She asked barely above a whisper.

"Annabeth I'm here! Nod your head if you can hear me!"

She nodded her head. "Just barely." She whispered again.

How could she barely hear me? I'm yelling right next to her.

"Can you see me?"She nodded her head no.

Just then I figured that this was a dream and Annabeth could only hear me. Then out of nowhere a sinister laugh broke the silence.

"Oh good your awake." A girlish voice said coming from somewhere up above. I looked up and standing on a ledge was a tall girl who looked to be about 14 with long velvet red hair and Hispanic skin. She wore a camp T-shirt and jean shorts. I could also see that she had a sword strapped to her side.

"Hello Annabeth; remember me?"

Annabeth turned and looked up, then in a strained voice she said,

"Ariana."

"Very good. Yes my name is Ariana Vengar. Vengar meaning to avenge. I guess my father knew what my future would hold."

She said all of this like it was supposed to mean something to us.

"Who is your father?" I tried asking but she seemed to have not noticed me. She never even gave me a glance.

"Who is your father?" Annabeth asked softly.

This time Ariana answered.

"My father is Hermes and Luke was my half brother."

Annabeth cringed a bit at the sound of his name.

"Oh but I think that's enough information for now. I just wanted to come and you know, make sure your not dead, I want the honor in that part. Oh and just so you know, if you try to escape I have gorgons in every entrance, every hall, and every corner of this mountain. But it's not like you're in any shape to move anyhow."

At that two gorgons entered the room.

"Just to make my point these two will keep you company here. Goodbye."

She waved goodbye and left through a hole in the cave. I looked back down at Annabeth and she was facing my direction, she looked so helpless and scared.

"Don't worry Annabeth, I'll find you. I won't let you die."

"Please hurry."

I shut my eyes and concentrated on going back to my room. Then I woke with a jump in my bed. There are many thing I hate about being a demigod. The monsters, the gods always making you get them their things, nearly getting killed every time you walked out the door; but the this I hate the most are the dreams. I was now breathing hard like I was out of breath and I was sweating on my face. I got off my bed and ran to the kitchen to see my mom still making dinner.

"Hello Percy; have you finished packing already? Dinner is just about done."

Then she turned around and faced me.

"Percy what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I tried to catch my breath; my heart was still beating a mile a minute. I took in a big gulp of air then breathed out and I looked at my mom.

"Annabeth's in trouble."