Author's Note: Hello! ...Yes, I realize that I've only written a chapter for my other story, but I wanted to write something that was really a story, you know? The other two I uploaded were one-shots, and I wanted more excitement. Le Bateleur (That's the title) is the Magician's Tarot card. I think it's in French...?

Anyways, (as usual) I wanted to thank everyone who read/reviewed/fav'ed/followed my stories. You really, really make my day shine. Also, I wanted to say a big thank you to my friend, who helped me come up with the title for this story, and always reads and comments on my stories before I publish them. Without my friend, I would probably not have the confidence to upload any stories.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series, or any of its amazing characters. They all belong to Rick Riordan.

And just a little warning: This is in Annabeth's point of view. My friend (er...not that one who came up with the title) helped me realize that the point of view can be really confusing... Yeah. I apologize to anyone who read this before and got confused.

The clock struck six, and I closed my books. The library was pretty empty, as there were only the two librarians and myself, and muttering a quick "Thank you", I packed my things and left the building. It was early spring, and I shivered under my coat when the cold wind blew. I huffed in annoyance, but as I shook my hair out of my eyes, something caught my attention and I turned around. I squinted-the darkness really didn't help my vision-and I made out two figures on the rooftop of the school.

I probably should have called the teachers then, because, well, no students were allowed on the rooftops, and they seemed to be in the midst of a raging fight, but curiosity killed the cat-doesn't it always?...except this time, I wasn't the cat; the boys were. And so I stood there, watching this story unravel, and really wishing I had some popcorn.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but whispers on the wind hinted me on how the fight was going, if only a little. "...killed my mother's sanity!" "...had nothing to do with me " "...no idea how much...suffer…" I lost their voices after a while, but I realized who one of them was; Luke Castellan, my former friend, from Junior class. His mother lost her sanity a few years ago, and I could only guess that he was blaming it on the other boy, though I had no idea how that made sense.

"No! No, Castellan, I-" A voice cut through my thoughts, and shock stole my breath as I watched one of them topple off the five story building. He was the scrawny one; my heart skipped a beat when I realized he was from my grade. Luke leaned over the edge, sneered, and calmly disappeared inside. I shook my head out of its daze, sprinting towards where I saw the boy fall, but when I turned around the corner, no one was there. I couldn't even see any marks in the fresh blanket of snow, but just as I was about to leave, I noticed something from the corners of my eyes.

A Tarot card, The Magician, stood crisply in the snow, right where the boy should've landed.

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I scurried home, my thoughts in a jumble, and I was no better the next day. How could a boy seemingly just disappear like that? I swore I saw him fall, but he couldn't have landed...How is that possible?!

At the locker hall just before lunch, a boy strolled up to me, and I took a double take; it's the boy from yesterday. His uniform was slightly crumpled and his tie was really crooked, but as far as I could see, he was completely and utterly unscathed. I couldn't believe my eyes. He cleared his throat, making me realize I had been staring at him for quite some time, and he smirked at my reddening cheeks.

"I believe you have something of mine."

He motioned to my jacket pocket, and I felt myself freezing up. How did he know…? I took out the card I found yesterday and showed it to him.

"You mean this?"

He tipped his head, and I handed it to him, carefully. There's no way he could have known I took it. He never once glanced my way during the fight, and he...well, disappeared after that...

"Thank you. It was a pleasure meeting you, Annabeth Chase."

He ran a hand through his messy black hair, and he squinted before speaking again.

"On another thought,"

He took out a pen from seemingly nowhere-he just simply flicked his wrist-and he grabbed inside his sleeve, bringing out a small piece of paper.

"I'll just leave you my number."

Seeing my bewildered look, he rolled his eyes.

"I don't do this to everyone; be flattered. But I have a feeling you saw some things, and I gotta put a stop to that. You know what I mean, I'm guessing."

"I...wait," I started, stopping him from leaving. My mind was finally catching up to everything he said, and I had some questions to ask. But first... "How do you know my name?"

The boy turned on his heels-really smoothly too-and his lips curled into a sly grin. Without another word, he continued walking, and all I could do was stare, shivers running up my spine like a silent warning.

Not really able to do anything else, I flipped the paper he gave me-I now recognized it as another playing card-and read his scrawl.

"Percy Jackson, huh? There's something about you I'm missing...something big…"