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Annabeth Chase's POV

I traced my finger along Luke's cheek on the photo. It have been five years since I've first met him and my feeling for him had never wavered but still, he hasn't ask me out.

At first, I thought it was because he hasn't gotten over Thalia but after two years of waiting, I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me. That doesn't mean I can't continue hoping that one day, he will stop seeing me just as a friend.

Oh, and if I get the quest to go and find the stolen item and return it to the gods by the summer solstice, I will want Luke to come with me. Wondering how I know? Satyrs. They are so easy to be overheard.

You might think I am crazy, thinking about Luke at this time when there is trouble but he's seriously gorgeous. You won't understand until you see him for yourself.

I sighed. It was about time Luke goes for a walk so I guess I'll just go to the place he always does and hope he ask. I seriously doubt he will, though.

That was when I heard it. A terrifying, ear-piercing scream that probably could be heard all over New York. Of course, I ran out to see the commotion. I was outside the big house when I saw a boy with dark hair dragging Grover who was unconscious.

No! I thought. Don't let Grover be hurt. He was the only person I can confide in about Luke. He can't die. Who is this boy? What is he doing with Grover? Or was he the one related to the prophecy. Yes, it must be him. Grover tends to find important people like Thalia.

"He's the one. He must be." I told Chiron, who was next to me.

"Silence, Annabeth," He said. "He's still conscious. Bring him inside." Of course, I had no choice but to obey but I swore that the next time he woke up, I would ask him about the summer solstice deadline.

Argus and I took turns to take care of him, spoon-feeding him ambrosia. He drooled a bit when he sleeps but it just made him look kind of, well, cute. He was always tossing and turning and mumbling in his sleep. So far, I caught the words "mum", "dead", "Grover", "Mrs Dodds.", "fury" and "No!" His voice was warm and I wanted to hear more of it. When he finally woke up, I jumped right to the point.

"What will happen at the summer solstice?"

"What?" his voice was really weak and I pitied him.

"What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!" I told him.

"I'm sorry, I don't…" Argus (I think) knocked the door and I forced some pudding into his mouth so as not to be suspicious and he fell back into his unconscious state, luckily (for me cause I wouldn't be suspected but probably not lucky for him). But if he's the one, why does he say he doesn't know anything?I had just enough time to wonder before Argus entered. I was right, it was Argus at the door.

Argus pointed at himself and I got the hint. It was his shift. I sighed wishing that he had woken up early. Having nothing to do, I decided to inform Luke cabin that they would be having a new cabin mate as soon as the boy (Percy according to Grover) wakes up. I walked over to cabin eleven and knocked. Everyone looked up at once curious but as soon as they saw me, they went back to what they were doing. They knew that almost every time I came, it was for Luke.

He seemed to get used to the routine too. He walked out and pulled out of the cabin to a corner.

"What is it?" he asked, giving me his funny smile.

I grinned back. "You're going to get a new camper, Percy, if he survives."

"Are you allowed to tell me?" he asked with fake seriousness. I shook my head but I knew that he would want to know. He nodded and ruffled my hair gently.

"Anything else?" he asked and my heart sank. He is going to walk back to his cabin and I'll go back being bored in my cabin. I wanted to nod my head and ask him to come with me and I was going to do so until…

The image of Percy flowed back into my memory. How is he now? I wondered if I could talk to him and ask him about the summer solstice. Suddenly, I wanted it so badly that I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you that. Don't tell your cabinmates yet, please."

He looked at me surprised and my heart leaped thinking that he might care but I pushed it away. I turned around and walk away from Luke, half wanting to leave and half wanting to join him.

Finally, I walked into the big house and all my worries of Luke disappeared. All I could think is Percy. Was he alright? Would I ever hear his warm comforting voice again? Annabeth, stop it. I told myself. Luke is better, Percy doesn't matter. Or he does, murmured a small part of me.

Sadly, Percy wasn't awake yet. I let my hand run gently down his cheek and smiled. At least this was the real and not like when I stroked the picture of Luke. It felt a lot better.

The next time I saw Percy was at the end of the porch. He was looking a bit better. Then, suddenly, a strange thought appeared. I was angry at him for making me forget Luke when I'm near him. How dare he? Does it really matter? Wondered a small part of me.

"That's Mr. D," Grover murmured to Percy. "He's the camp director. Be polite." The obvious. "The girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's just a camper," Just a camper? "but she's been here longer than just about anybody. And you already know Chiron... " He knew Chiron?

"Mr. Brunner!" he cried. Who? I wondered

Chiron turned and smiled at him.

"Ah, good, Percy," he said. "Now we have four for pinochle."

He offered him a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at him with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you."

"Uh, thanks." he scooted a little farther away from him. I think he was afraid. I smiled smugly.

"Annabeth?" Chiron called.

I came forward and Mr. Brunner introduced us. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now."

"Sure, Chiron." I replied.

I glanced at the minotaur horn in his hands, then back at him. I wanted to tell him something great about him. Like killing a minotaur was a great job and he was awesome but thinking about Luke, I said, "You drool when you sleep."

Then I sprinted off down the lawn, thouroughly embarrassed. I went to cabin eleven and without bothering to knock, shouted, "Is there a space for a new camper? He's joining you later today." Luke nodded. After all, he already knew about Percy

I waited outside for Percy but he took so long that I started to read my Greek architecture. Finally, Chiron and Percy arrived.

"Annabeth," Chiron said, "I have masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy from here?"

"Yes, sir." I replied.

"Cabin eleven," Chiron told him, gesturing toward the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Chiron didn't go in. The door was too low for him. But when the campers saw him they all stood and bowed respectfully, as usual.

"Well, then," Chiron said. "Good luck, Percy. I'll see you at dinner."

He galloped away toward the archery range.

He stood in the doorway, looking at the kids. They weren't bowing anymore. They were staring at him like he was an alien or something. I nearly rolled my eyes. They did this to every new camper to freak them out on purpose.

"Well?" I prompted. "Go on."

He then tripped going in the door and made a total fool of himself. There were some snickers from the campers, but luckily none of them said anything.

"Percy Jackson, meet cabin eleven," I announced.

"Regular or undetermined?" Connor asked, hopefully

"Undetermined," I replied and as expected, everybody groaned.

Luke came forward. "Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there."

"This is Luke," I said, and blushed. I swore my voice changed. Percy then glanced over must have seen me blushing. I quickly hardened my expression again.

"He's your counselor for now." I told him.

"For now?" he asked.

"You're undetermined," Luke explained patiently. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all new comers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

He looked at the tiny section of floor they'd given me then glanced around at the campers' faces. He must have remembered that Hermes was the god of thieves. Not bad, I thought impressed.

"How long will I be here?" he asked.

"Good question," Luke replied. "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?"

The campers all laughed.

"Come on," I told him. "I'll show you the volleyball court."

"I've already seen it." He said. Idiot, I thought.

"Come on." I grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside. He could hear the kids of cabin eleven laughing behind him.

When we were a few feet away, I said, "Jackson, you have to do better than that."

"What?"

I rolled my eyes and mumbled under my breath, "I can't believe I thought you were the one."

"What's your problem?" he seemed to be getting angry. "All I know is, I kill some bull guy…" What an idiot.

"Don't talk like that!" I told him. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?" he asked. The more I talked to him, the more I thought he was irritating, annoying…

"To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?"

He shook his head. "Look, if the thing I fought really wasthe Minotaur, the same one in the stories ..."

"Yes."

"Then there's only one."

"Yes."

"And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So ..."

"Monsters don't die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don't die."

"Oh, thanks. That clears it up."

"They don't have souls, like you and me. You can dispel them for a while, maybe even for a whole lifetime if you're lucky. But they are primal forces. Chiron calls them archetypes. Eventually, they re-form."

"You mean if I killed one, accidentally, with a sword…"

"The Fur ... I mean, your math teacher. That's right. She's still out there. You just made her very, very mad." I interrupted.

"How did you know about Mrs. Dodds?"

"You talk in your sleep."

"You almost called her something. A Fury? They're Hades' torturers, right?"

I glanced nervously at the ground, he shouldn't say names like that. It's dangerous. "You shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones, if we have to speak of them at all."

"Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering?" he asked in a whiny tone which sounded supercute. No, I thought firmly. I like Luke Castellan. Not that idiotic boy.

"Why do I have to stay in cabin eleven, anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there."

He pointed to the first few cabins, and I paled. "You don't just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or…your parent." I stared at him, waiting for him to say something.

"My mom is Sally Jackson," I said. "She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to."

"I'm sorry about your mom, Percy. But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parent. Your dad,"

"He's dead. I never knew him."

I sighed. I think this is the 100th time I have to repeat this. "Your father's not dead, Percy."

"How can you say that? You know him?"

"No, of course not."

"Then how can you say…"

"Because I know you. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us."

"You don't know anything about me."

"No?" She raised an eyebrow. "I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were kicked out of a lot of them."

"How…"

"Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD, too."

He tried not to look embarrassed. Sure got him this time! Way to go, Annabeth. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That's because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD—you're impulsive, can't sit still in the classroom. That's your battlefield reflexes. In a real fight, they'd keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that's because you see too much, Percy, not too little. Your senses are better than a regular mortal's. Of course the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don't want you seeing them for what they are."

"You sound like ... you went through the same thing?"

"Most of the kids here did. If you weren't like us, you couldn't have survived the Minotaur, much less the ambrosia and nectar."

"Ambrosia and nectar."

"The food and drink we were giving you to make you better. That stuff would've killed a normal kid. It would've turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand and you'd be dead. Face it. You're a half-blood."