As much as I wish I could, I don't own this out-of-the-world (get it, cuz gods are out of the world) series! Sorry, bad pun. If you haven't read The Lost Hero, shame on you. READ IT! This story doesn't have anything to do with it though. Things in PARENTHESE ARE MY COMMENTS.

Annabeth's P.O.V. - 3years after TLO

I can't tell anyone, especially Percy. Athena will definitely kill me if she finds out.

I typed up the letter in frustration (thank you dyslexia), but signed it with a pen as the years dripped down my face shamelessly. I salvaged a few necessary, vital belongings and stuffed them into my gray, owl monogrammed suitcase. A symbol of my mom. I threw in my baseball cap, my jeans, shirts, and other personal stuff. I kept the special knife; the one Luke had given me when I was 7, on hand, just in case. You never know. My cabin mates had already headed out to archery practice with the Ares' cabin.

Chiron regarded me curiously as I rushed into practice late. Out of habit for me. I was ALWAYS on time, well till today.

Ares' cabin always practiced with us on Tuesdays. They looked at me suspiciously and a bit wearily too. I usually manage to maim at least one of them at each practice. Of course not intentionally. Clarisse, on the other hand, had a jeering tone when she talked to me, though it has improved from when I first met her.

"Wazzup Annabeth?" she asked mockingly as we shot arrows at the same target.

I felt edgy and paranoid at this question. "What… nothing… why do YOU care… nothing's wrong with me" I sobbed out hysterically.

She seemed a tad bit regretful, but I couldn't tell with the hot tears pouring down my face, but she taunted me instead, "Jeez, SOMEONE woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning, didn't they ?"

You know how I said Clarisse had improved? Scratch that.

Before I realized what I was doing, the edge of my blade was pushed against her throat, threateningly. I was on her backside. My arm around her neck in an arm lock.

"You were saying, Clarisse? Don't ever talk to me like that again. You hear me?" I demanded. The shock clearly etched on everyone's face was the only response I got till Chiron got out of his shock. He stepped in between and pushed me back gently, but he had to ask, "Annabeth, my dear, are you quite sure you are feeling well enough to continue practice? Perhaps you should rest awhile today. After all, you have been working hard and redesigning Olympus."

"Of course I am! Why does everyone ask stupid questions, you dumb horse (sorry Chiron)? Stop pestering me because YOU ARE NOT my FATHER!"

I stalked back to my cabin, ignoring everyone's stunned expressions. I couldn't help but feel horrible. Chiron was like my second father after all, but sharps couldn't be taken back. I slept through lunch and afternoon fencing practice.

Dinner, I got up for because I couldn't resist the delicious aroma of the special Greek buffet. Lets' just say, I had a bad feeling about this.

Dinner, as it turned out, was a nightmare come true. Like I predicted. Apparently, news had leaked out. I got glares from the Ares folk. Even my own cabin felt uncomfortable to be around me. Malcolm looked scared to address me when it was time for dinner. The other cabins just kept glancing at me frightfully.

The treatment I received was far from warm. Thank goodness Percy wasn't here to experience this. He had left last night to be present at the opening ceremony of a new half-blood organization committee in Georgia. He was promoted 2 months ago to "CEO" of this important job. Half-bloods were to report to their state's base camp for quests and other missions.

I went to the campfire, but tones subdued as I approached. Obviously, I was the latest topic for camp gossip.

As everyone climbed into their bunk and dozed off a half-hour later, I soundlessly made my way out of the room with my belongings. I went straight to Percy's cabin. I stood there for a while remembering all the things we had been through together. I posted the letter on the door, took a deep breath. I walked over to the edge of the camp's magical boundaries and looked around. The tears were glistening down my face as I took one last look at my home of 12 years, Camp Half-Blood. I turned around slowly, paused at the entrance, before I stepped out into the world of mortals. I left before I could regret my decision.

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