Don't ask me why Annabeth is going to Taiwan; I just want to include my country in the story somehow.

P.S. I skipped the introduction.

Annabeth: What? Am I really that unimportant?

Author: I don't own you anyway (or anyone in PJO, for that)

Annabeth: Huh! Meanie!

I was shocked when Chiron told me about the trip.

"Me? Go to Taiwan? Where the heck is Taiwan anyway?"

Chiron sighed. Apparently he knew that I would react like this.

"I'm sorry Annabeth, but this quest… it is necessary."

I was just about to protest when I notice a word: quest.

"A quest? You mean, I could ask Percy to-"

"No, child. This is a solo quest. You must go alone, or you and those who follow you will die."

"How long will it be then?"

"Eight months, if all goes well. You must start tomorrow."

"What?"

I almost cried. How could Chiron do this?

"Why me?"

"Because you're the oldest- and the one that had most experience of battle- child of Athena. That's what this trip needs: Mature, experience, and wisdom."

I let that sink in. I was going to the other side of the earth for eight months, leaving everyone behind, including Percy, and it's all because I have brains. I don't complain my mother, but right now I would rather be a daughter of Aphrodite.

"Fine. I'll go pack my things." I ran back to my cabin.

"What's the matter Annabeth? Chiron told you to fly to Mars?" asked Elaine, my younger sister.

"Yeah, well, not as far but sort of."

After I packed a few drachmas, clothes and my knife, (and after I make sure the coast was clear) I lied down on my bed and start scribbling a letter:

Dear Percy,

I wrote this to say good bye. I'm flying to a country in Asia called Taiwan. Do not follow me! You and I will both die if you did. I will come back eight months later. I only need you to do one thing:

Wait for me

Remember me.

Love and Adios,

Annabeth

I tried to put all those feelings in the letter—how I hated to go. How I will miss him. How I needed him and loved him. But it was hard.

I looked at the clock and realize that it was eleven thirty. Nearly lunchtime. It took me one hour and fifteen minutes to write a damn letter less then fifty words?

The rest of the day was a blur and a mess. I capsize three times in canoeing(Well it's not that bad—at least Percy was there to save me), shot two out of fifty in archery, fell down from a Pegasus, grazed my elbow while fighting, (I lose to one of the Aphrodite kids) So even Chiron, who was practically the mildest teacher I've ever met, scolded me.

"Annabeth, you've got to concentrate! Can you just go out and kill monsters while thinking about Per— about other people?"

I tried to let people think that we're doing a nice little chat, but it didn't seemed too impossible. What's Chiron talking about? Who is Annabeth thinking about? I could hear them whisper among themselves.

Percy cast a what-are-you-guys-talking-about look to me. I returned another: wait-for-a-while-then-I'll-tell-you one. It would be a huge help if I really could tell him what's going to happen.

"So, what are you thinking about the whole day? You look like you're going to die soon." Percy questioned later.

"Oh." I tried to hide my eyes that are welling up with tears. "It's nothing. Chiron only wants me to, um, teach you guys to fight some special monsters."

Suspicious look. Then relax. "Phew! I thought you were banished from camp and had to fight some monsters before you could come back."

I smiled. He could make me smile without meaning to, even when I want to cry and cry and cry. Like now.

If only he knew. If only.

Well… that's it! Don't flame me guys, I know it's bad but it was the best I could come up with. Ok, I know that Annabeth is a bit OOC, the plot's weird, and the letter was just failure. Review any way…

Annabeth: Taiwan? Why I have to go to Taiwan? *near tears*

Me: Because I said so and because it's my country.

Annabeth: Can't I go to Greece or something? Somewhere that I know?

Me: Are you insulting my country?

Annabeth: Ok, ok… then could you pretty please change eight months to eight weeks?

Me: No.

Annabeth: I hate you.

Me: Don't come to me with a knife, that's all.