Laughter rang out in the pavilion. It was dinner at Camp-Half-Blood. The Ares cabin was burping and yelling insults at each other and Travis Stoll was trying to sneak up on Katie

who pretended to not notice but was secretly controlling the roots to come up and trip him. My cabin was dutifully eating their food and passionately debating battle strategy. I

sat at the head of the table, watching. It was the same every night at dinner, heart achingly familiar but wrong. The Poseidon table was empty. I willed myself to not look at it

because I know if I did I might burst into tears and well, I have a reputation to keep. It was a silent struggle every night. And every night I would find myself glancing at it

wishing with all my heart that he were there. He would probably shoot me some sarcastic smile and then stare at me with so much intensity that the food he was trying to eat

would miss his mouth. And then I would laugh and call him Seaweed Brain while he would blush furiously and his cute black hair would fall into his sparkling green eyes. I forced

myself to tear my gaze away from the lone table and stood up. If I stayed here I would start screaming and crying. I ignored Malcolm's cry for me to eat something and I

pretended I didn't see Chiron's pitying look as I hurried from the pavilion.

I trudged along the path towards my cabin and then switched directions. I didn't need anymore of my mom. The silver coin burned in my pocket and her words in my brain.

Revenge me. Find the Mark of Athena. I stopped. Cabin Three. I studied the low walls studded with alabaster. How similar it was to Percy; Humble and beautiful, but powerful. I

walked in and inhaled the salty aroma. His bunk still wasn't made and a clean pair of boxers was lying on the ground. But I was interested in his sweatshirts I had already stolen

several but his scent was coming off of them and I worried I would forget how he smelled. Salty with a hint of mint from his teeth he had just brushed or the ice cream he had

just ate. I pulled his last hoodie from the drawer and stared at my reflection in the water of the fountain. I had dark circles under my eyes and my hair was in a ponytail that

would be more aptly described as a rat's nest. My gray eyes looked dull and the sweatshirt swallowed me. I sighed turning away from the mirror. It doesn't matter. I need to find

Percy. Tears ran down my face with no warning. Percy, Percy Jackson. He was gone. And I was on the floor, probably looking like a mad women but I didn't care because it felt like

needles were sticking into my heart and my head was pounding with a headache. What if he was dead? What if the Romans killed him? What if he got a girlfriend, or didn't

remember me? Well, I thought, if things don't work out with Percy and me I'll never be able to go to the sea again without remembering my broken heart. WHAT THE HELL. I

Mentally slapped myself. You are a child of Athena. Just because mom went nuts doesn't mean you have to too. Get up. Take a shower, change into your own clothes and go find

the Seaweed Brain. I am not some hopeless Aphrodite girl.

Two showers and a clean tank top and shorts later I was staring at my sweatshirts. I would reach for my gray and very comfortable hoodie and then like I had been electrocuted

pull my hand back. What the Hades. I glanced at the black hoodie that had been carefully folded and placed with the six other Percy sweatshirts and picked it up. I held it up to

my nose. And I couldn't resist, screw my third rule I was putting this sweatshirt on.