Annabeth POV.

As I walked up Half-Blood Hill, my worst fear occurred. The camp was on fire. I ran up to the top only to see the fire go out just as my foot touched the ground. It was all in ashes, and Chiron was walking around. His straggly brown beard had gray streaks in it, and he wobbled and his knees shook. My cabin was in ashes and I saw Apollo's kids carrying out tons of campers in body bags. I felt like screaming, but my vocal cords wouldn't work.

I walked up to Chiron and for the first time, he didn't seem too thrilled to see me.

"So now you decide to come back," Chiron's now shaky voice said. He dark eyes glared at me and I gave him a confused look.

"What're you talking about?" I asked with a confused tone that I didn't recognize.

"Stop denying it, Annabeth!" Chiron snapped. It made me jump.

"Deny what? I don't even know what you're talking about!"

Clarisse La Rue, the daughter of Ares, walked up next to Chiron and snarled, "Why don't you just turn around and go back the way you came? We don't need you here and we haven't since you left."

"Huh? I didn't leave. I've been coming here every summer since I was seven!"

Riley, my half-brother, saw me from where my burnt down cabin was and gave me an evil look. He walked over toward where we were (more like where everyone was telling me to leave) and he didn't look too thrilled.

"Traitor," he hissed. "You just had to leave, didn't you? I bet you're not even over his death."

"Who died?" I asked. I was so confused that I thought they were going to start calling me stupid. Which I'm NOT!

Riley shook his head. "Bet you didn't even hear about Lacey, now did you?"

Lacey was my nine year old half-sister. Come to think of it, Riley and Clarisse did look a little older. I shook my head and Riley's jaw tightened.

"When you left," he hissed, "Lacey went in to fight just because she could sneak out when you weren't around. A lycanthrope took her on and the lycanthrope won. She was hurt so bad that during bringing her back, another wolf attacked her. It bit her neck. When she finally got to the medical tent and we got done with her, she couldn't talk. She can talk, but it hurts her so bad that she chooses not to. But now she's gone!"

"What do you mean "gone"?" I asked.

"She died," Clarisse said. "She killed herself because she was such an outcast. And in her suicide note, she said "If only Annabeth would've stayed, maybe I would've still been here.""

I stood there like an idiot and looked around. I didn't remember any of this! I wanted to scream that I didn't remember anything that I didn't run away.

"But you were too worried about Percy," Riley growled. "No wonder you never got over him. He only went to the Elysium."

I felt like they'd taken my heart, put in a paper shredder, and then ripped it up some more. Percy couldn't be dead! I remembered seeing him slice threw an army of monsters as if they were Jell-O! I remembered his smile; warm, little bit of the top row of his teeth, and white, yet comforting. It always made her feel warm inside. But dead! No, it's all a lie!

"Just go," Chiron growled. He turned and walked into the burnt up woods.

I stood there with two people I could've sworn were my friends. Yet they just glared at me. I wanted to turn and hide. But Riley's eyes were more hurt than mad.

"He's right," he said, the anger in his voice gone, only to be replaced with sadness. "You shouldn't have come."

Riley turned and walked off as another body was carried away beside me. Clarisse stood there and her eyes were the same as Riley's.

"Well? Get!" she said.

She walked off too. I stood there and thought, No, this isn't right! Then I looked at my clothes. I was wearing black combat boots, black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, a black jacket, black finger nails, and OH NO! I had black hair! I could feel tons of eye make up on my face when I heard a voice in my head.

Annabeth! Annabeth! It's me, Percy! Stop it; you're just making yourself look worse!

No! I screamed in my head. What happened? I don't even remember you dying!

Do you not remember? I was stabbed in the shoulder when me and you were back to back fighting monsters during the battle! You could've saved me! But you didn't!

I'm sorry!

I turned around and walked away. When I got to the bottom of Half-Blood Hill, Mrs. O'Leary was there. She growled and barked at me, giving me a dog-like evil eye. I dropped to my knees. She growled at me and lunged, but Tyson held her leash.

"No, you can't eat Annabeth!" Tyson told her. "Yes, she did kill Percy, but you can't kill her."

My head dropped lower, and soon enough, I was crying in my hands. When I looked up with my tear streaked face, I was sitting outside of my dad's house.

Oh great, why now?

AW! Percy died! So sad! If Percy died in the books, I'd probably cry my eyes out! Oh, and I don't own! PLZ REVIEW!