The quest was to find and rescue the trident of Poseidon. Some whack stole the chosen weapon of the god of the sea. Percy Jackson, Poseidon's son, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, Grover Underwood, a protector satyr and Castor Demos, the immortal savior, were outnumbered. They got into a circle to fight the demons slaves of their master. They got the trident back and Percy used it to create a flood. The flood wiped out all of the demons. They went back to the Netherworld and also their master went too. Before she was sucked into the whirlpool, she shot a boomerang towards the heroes. She was aiming for the son of Poseidon.

"This will teach ya." She whispered to the wind.

Percy turned around and was shocked. The boomerang was almost to him but someone pushed him out of way. Castor pushed him. The boomerang hit Castor in the head hard. He fell further than he just pushing Percy. His body started to roll after he landed hard on the stone. Annabeth and Grover gasped. Annabeth ran towards Castor, her brotherly companion, to see if he was all right. He groaned. Castor was faced down. She gripped his upper arms and turned him over. His face was badly cut all over as well as his body. His shirt and pants were cut some and some blood was seeping out. Some blood was bleaching his clothes red. The blonde warrior took Castor into her arms to see the damage. She checked to see if any of his bones were broken. She nodded as she took note that his right arm was. Annabeth smiled. Good, he was left handed. Her boyfriend and Grover came over to see if their immortal best friend was alright. They both knew what Castor was to Annabeth. He was a brother to her and she really was protective of him as he was of her. Her hand moved gently his bangs off his face and revealed a giant bruise on his forehead. Annabeth gasped in surprised.

"Hey, is he?" Grover asked.

"No, he isn't." Annabeth whispered reassuring herself that he wasn't.

Percy nodded. He rubbed Annabeth's arm. This is the only moment she would ever cry in battle, if Castor or any of them were hurt.

"We better get him back to camp." He said while he helped Annabeth up.

He placed Castor's uninjured arm over his shoulder. Percy placed his right arm around Castor's waist. Castor didn't look like Castor for a minute. He wasn't acting childishly. He wouldn't let anyone take a shot to his friends even if he gets hurt in the process. That was his nature to care deeply for creatures or people.

"Who's going to carry him to the truck?" The Satyr questioned.

Annabeth gave him a look. The Satyr jogged back to the truck. Annabeth's scary when she angry. Percy helped Annabeth, who in the backseat the truck first, get Castor into the truck head first. Annabeth had his head on her lap. Percy got some towel with a small length of wood to make his friend a splint. First aid did come in handy. His girlfriend sadly smiled down to the immortal. She kissed his bruised forehead lightly. He moaned slightly. His sea green eyes still shut from the pain. Grover drove. Percy looked over his father's trident.

"It's amazing, right?" Castor said softly. Percy looked towards the injured immortal with amazement.

"Cast, don't talk. It won't help your injuries and if that wouldn't do it, I'll beat you, myself." Annabeth threatened him to keep quiet while she worried about his life. She laughed lowly. She was worried about the immortal dying. She felt him go back to being out. It probably was Poseidon speaking to them. The drive to Long Island wasn't long. It was long for Annabeth, who kept on watching Castor, the whole time. Percy looked over his shoulder to see his girlfriend ready to cry. He called the camp and told Chiron to meet them at the entrance because he would be the only one could carry Castor in his arms. Her gray eyes looked sad as if she just lost someone by death. She didn't want Castor to risk his life for all of the gods, goddesses, and demigods even mortals, who were in wrong place at the wrong time. He wouldn't get the idea of him being injury during those acts of heroism. They got to the outside of the invisible camp to the naked eye. Rachel and Chiron were waiting with Mr. D, who wasn't please to be woken up this early, especially by heroes.

Mr. D announced, "I'm going back to sleep." He yawned and headed back to camp.

Rachel huffed, "He's no help."

Chiron laughed, "You will learn, child." The centaur walked towards the back of the truck. Percy and Grover got out. Percy opened the door to the back. The centaur was surprised at his comrade's wounds. "Annabeth, help him into my arms. Very gently," Annabeth did what she was told. "Now Castor, what happened?" Castor didn't reply as he moaned of the pain. Rachel gasped at Castor's state. "Ah, I see. Castor, listen, we will be taking you to the Medical Cabin. We will dress those wounds of yours, my friend." He chuckled. The group headed to the cabin and Chiron told Percy, Grover and Rachel to go get some rest because Castor will be there, tomorrow.

"Can I stay?" Annabeth asked as Chiron laid Castor onto one of beds in the cabin.

"Yes, you can. Will you go get me the medical kit?" Annabeth went to go get the kit. Chiron started to get Castor's shirt off. He gotten a cloth and dab the wound until the immortal's blood was gone.

"Here's the med kit," Annabeth gave a small box to Chiron. She couldn't look towards Castor. Chiron started to rap the immortal's chest. He tended to the scrapes on his face. He also wrapped his forehead to protect his bruise.

"Are you sure he's going to be alright?" Annabeth asked.

"He will be fine." He reassured her with a sincerely smile.

Annabeth started to twirl her curly locks. She smiled sadly at looking her brother-like friend. The centaur walked over to the healing remedies. He started mixing some into a liquid substance. Annabeth sat on Castor's side. She held his uninjured hand and kept on muttering to herself, "I'm so sorry. I let this happen. Cast, please, be alright." She leaned to kiss his cheek. She smiled sadly. "Don't go anywhere."

Chiron went back to Annabeth and Castor. Annabeth give him this. He handed a vale filled with this substance.

'Annabeth.' Her mother called.

'Yes, mom.'

'Give it to Castor. It will help.' Athena promised.

"Okay." She gulped as she opened his mouth. Annabeth poured it into his mouth.

Chiron told her, "Rest Annabeth. Castor would do anything for you and now, you will rest for him. He will feel fine tomorrow." Annabeth nodded as she walked over the bed to Castor's left.

"Thanks, Chiron." Annabeth smiled.

"It wasn't a problem at all, Annabeth. Now, you sleep because you had quite the adventure, today." He smiled and left.

Annabeth turned onto her side and watched Castor for a few moments before blowing over the candle light. "Castor, you are always strong for me. Now, I have to be strong for you. Sleep tight, Cast. You're one of my best friends. Don't dare to scare me again like that. I do worry about you, Cast. You're the more to me than my own brothers. You're my brother, too. Even through you have no relation me. Cast, I love you, remember that."

When Annabeth's head hit the pillow, she was out for the night. She was waiting until her best friend would wake from his slumber. The camp slept through the night. Even through one of them were in a whitest of fog. A dirty blonde walked through it. Castor didn't know where he was but he wasn't in the battle or at Camp Half Blood or anywhere he has been. He saw a light and he didn't know it was but it wasn't anything good either. He could feel death or alive. He questioned his immortality. Annabeth's words came to him. He smiled. He knew that she loved him as a sibling. She all ready knew that he loved her and would put his life on the line for her. Maybe just maybe this was all a bad dream. Or maybe this feeling was going to give him opportunity to die or something bad was going to happen. He shook that thought he needed to find the white fog and get out of there!