12/12/09: Okay, I wrote this months ago, this first chapter isn't as good as the other chapters. Feel free to skip this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson, or anyone else. The brilliant Rick Riordan does.

Chapter 1

Di Immortales, I thought to myself. Will I ever get out of here? As if answering my question, more thunder boomed in the distance. I sat up in bed and looked out the window of Cabin Six.

Outside the borders of Camp Half-Blood, a hurricane was blowing. I lay back down, trying to sleep. It was too dark to read the clock hanging on the wall, but I was guessing it was very early morning. I had only slept for a number of hours before waking up to the sound of thunder.

As I had nothing to do, I prayed to the gods, hoping to get a sign, any sign. I needed a quest. What are you doing, Annabeth? I thought to myself. You've been here for five years. If you can't get a quest after that, it's obvious you won't get one.

After lying down with my eyes closed for what seemed like forever, I gave up on trying to go back to sleep. I sat up and crossed my legs. Subconsciously, my hand moved up to my neck, and I felt the college ring on my camp necklace that...Dad gave to me. I didn't like thinking about my father, much less talk about him. I shook my head, and tried to clear those thoughts away.

As I fingered the painted clay beads, I recalled the memories of when I was just a little girl, seven years old, on the run with Thalia and Luke….. Luke. Lately, I wasn't sure how I felt about Luke. Suddenly, he wasn't just my friend who went on the run with me. I found myself acting weird around him. Just the thought of Luke, his blonde hair, the scar on his face that only made him look braver….. Stop it, it's just Luke. I looked out the window again, watching as the storm outside pounded on.

That's when I saw the big shadow, running towards Thalia's pine tree. In front of the tree was a boy, waving what looked like a red raincoat. Then I saw the horns on the head of the shadow. That big thing was the Minotaur. No, it can't be. The kid would have to be a demigod. But what if he was? He would have to be the stupidest half-blood I'd seen so far. Why was he in front of a pine tree, waving a red raincoat while the monster charged at him? Dead meat, I thought.

Poor guy. I couldn't watch. I turned my head away for about two seconds, then looked back out the window. The guy was… WHAT? He was piggybacking the monster, holding on to his horn. I got out of bed and ran to the Big House, leaving my cabinmates stirring in their bunks.

I pounded on the door, yelling, "CHIRON! MR. D! OPEN UP!!!" I was hoping Chiron would answer, knowing that Mr. D would probably turn me into a bunch of grapes for disturbing him. Mercifully, Chiron opened the door. "Annabeth? Di Immortales, what are you doing here? It's 5 AM!" he said. "By Thalia's pine…. Monster… half-blood." was all I could say. I was still recovering from shock. I looked up at Chiron. "Come inside. Tell me exactly what you mean." After telling him about the silhouettes I saw through the windows, I wasn't exactly sure if it was all real. Chiron said, "I shall go out and see the matter for myself." As he reached for the door, we heard a thud outside.

I ran outside to see a black-haired boy drag a satyr up the steps and collapse on the porch. Chiron and I stood over him, and I felt a surge of hope pass through me. "He's the one. He must be." The words came out of my mouth before I had a second thought. "Silence, Annabeth." Chiron said. "He's still conscious. Bring him inside."