Chapter 1

My name is Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. Usually, I would be reading or battling someone etc. but NOT sitting in my bed with a box of tissues next to me, my eyes red and puffy, and have a picture of Percy Jackson right in front of me. But I was today.

Why? Because of an annoying son of Poseidon who has just went on a quest to save the entire world. Yay, so fun! NOT! If you had to wait at Camp Half-Blood, not knowing what is happening or if he's turned into demigod slush or not, it's not fun.

And usually, I would be with Percy, ordering him around and making sure he doesn't kill himself, but no. Beckendorf was to go with him. Now don't get me wrong, Beckendorf is an amazing person (if he wasn't, Silena wouldn't have used up 14 tissue boxes crying already) but I hate being the person who is waiting.

"He's probably escaped," I muttered to myself," He probably will use his not so awesome ocean powers to bring himself back to camp."

That sounded quite ridiculous, even to me. He had been gone for TWO days and we hadn't got any Iris messages or anything. There had to be a reason for him to be gone for so long.

"Probably got distracted by how much seaweed he has in his brain," I muttered to myself, "Oh great, now I'm talking to myself. Maybe I cried so much that brain cells left my body."

And of course, when trying to find the reasons Percy wasn't back yet, the negative thoughts start pouring in. What if he …died?

"Annabeth, think optimistic thoughts," I told myself," Percy probably just got lost coming back to camp."

Just as I was reaching for another Kleenex, my brother Malcolm walks in the door. The universe just hates me, doesn't it? Why this is a bad sign? Number 1: First time he saw me crying and Number 2: Is going to assume it is about Percy (it is, but still). It's not that I think Malcolm is a horrible person! He's in fact my favourite brother, but I'm usually the tough one, and I do NOT cry over boys.

Malcolm took one look at my red eyes and asked the obvious question, "Are you alright?"

I mean seriously, does it look like I'm fine? I'm crying for goodness sake! I just can't understand boys sometimes.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine (a lie)," I grumbled.

"Are you sure?" Malcolm asked, "Look, Percy is still alive, he just probably…" He stopped speaking when he looked at my expression.

My face turned absolutely tomato red. How did he know it was about Percy? It's not that we are a couple or anything. I mean, I do like him, as a friend, but as a boyfriend, there is not I chance I like him on that level. Or is there? I thought about how flustered I got when I am around him, how I act, and… I finally realised that I hadn't answered Malcolm's question yet.

"Percy? No, not him! I am crying because… of how I got beaten by Clarisse in sword fighting today," I finished lamely.

Malcolm look amused. "Really? Then how come there is a picture of Percy right in front of you?"

I forgot about the picture entirely. Cursing in Ancient Greek, I looked around the room for anything that would get me out of this embarrassing moment.

Before I could do anything, the blasting sound from the conch horn echoed through camp. That sound erased everything from my mind and replaced it with one thought.

Percy was back.

That didn't go as what I originally planned but it was good enough. This is my first fanfiction ever so please go easy one me. I'm only 13!

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