Annabeth's Hungry: For Percy

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Annabeth's POV

Apollo came to camp the other night. I am so not happy. He flirts with me, which I strongly happen to dislike, when I am totally Percy's. No offense to Apollo; but I simply prefer Percy more. Another bad thing: ever since he came, Percy's been focusing on archery. And not me. Not the best thing in the world which can happen to an extremely pissed off, sad, and disappointed girlfriend.

I mean, Percy, archery? Hey, don't blame me; but I know Percy well. He hates archery. What seriously was going on? So, current happiness scale; it's had a dramatic drop, along with my schedule. Does he want to break up with me? I seriously want to find out. So, typical day: Walk onto the sword fighting arena: stab stupid hay dummies, wander into the arts and crafts area with Malcolm, my assistant, (rather boring) and climb the lava wall. Eek! I almost got burned!

You want to know what I did? Pssssst, if you're not a demigod, exit this page; this is only for demigods, and sons and daughters of demigods. Unfortunately, I wasn't brave enough to stand up to Percy and ask what was wrong. I know what you're thinking: Aren't daughters of Athena supposed to be brave? Yeah, I know. But look at Malcolm; he won't bother going up the lava wall; he's too scared. And I don't blame him. Who wants to get burned with spiders crawling over the wall. Not me.

Percy and I have been dating for about three or four years now. And I'm scared of him? Even I find this nonsense, but I still am. Like the feeling in my belly I get whenever he's around me. I go to the arena; armor all strapped, my dagger weighing heavily in my hand. Since when does the dagger Luke gave me get tiresome?

Di immortales, I hear Chiron shout. A conch horn sounds, and I turn around. An Aetheopian Drakon! Crushing each hay dummy as it advanced on me! I had nothing to defend myself, not counting a small 8 inch dagger clattered to the ground, which I had dropped of fright. "Fire!" I heard Michael Yew's voice as a volley of arrowshot past my ear, but the Drakon only seemed irritated, not the least bit mad at all!

One arrow found a way in its chink, but it shook it off easily, giving a roar so loud, even some Ares Campers were off balance. I gasped, dumbfounded as I saw a black haired boy give a tremendous leap into the mouth, hurling a bronze sword; he seemed familiar. But as I looked closer, I knew who it was. Percy Jackson. My dear boyfriend. He hacked and stabbed, and the Drakon roared, but he never shook off. I tried to go for the foot, but a blast of fire came out of its mouth.

Oh Zeus. Percy was in the mouth! He must be badly burned. "To Arms!" I let out a cry of sheer despair. "To Arms! For our fallen camper!" "To Arms!" The camp chorused. Clarisse charged, and this time, brought the Drakon down, bringing Percy's flailing body from 70 feet above. "I got you!" I ran, and luckily, caught his body.

He was badly burned. On the side of his ribs, showed a deep cut, possibly spawned by the monster's poisonous claws. "Oh Percy, No," I wrapped my arms round his body. "Will!" I cried out, the tears streaking down my face. "Is he dead?" Will Solace was our best healer. "No," he shook his head. "He's half dead. Almost. But I can't help him. I reckon he'll die in a week or so," I cried aloud. "Why isn't he speaking?" "He is in a coma," replied Will.

"Fix it!" I screamed, overcome by despair. "I think I'll take care of that," Apollo stood in front of a Red Mustang. "Apollo," I growled, the grunt deep in my throat. "Not the best greeting, perhaps. My, my. An Aetheopian Drakon, I presume? Here," Apollo laid his hand on Percy's side. "He'll be in a coma for an hour. But his cut is healed." For once, I was actually glad that Apollo had come to camp. But wait until that hour's passed; the best part was coming.

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