I walked up to the doorstep of cabin six hand-in-hand with Annabeth.
"Good night."
"Night, Seaweed Brain."
We kissed and my heart started beating faster. I love my Wise Girl.
She squeezed my hand and I walked away from the porch.
"See you in the morning!" I called waving over my shoulder as she entered the cabin.
I made it to cabin three and crashed on my bunk in my clothes. Training today had worn me out. I hadn't used a sword since August.
I was extremely happy though, I'd seen Annabeth off and on throughout first semester, mostly in Iris messages though. Being at camp with her made me feel so much better. At ease, that's what it was. Like I could finally breathe, after holding my breath for a long time.
I hoped I wouldn't have any demigod dreams to ruin my start to winter break.
Dreamless. Dreamless sleep.
And nothing.
No sensation.
No thoughts.
Pins and needles. Pricks. Soft touches. Wind.
Time does not exist. Nothing does.
Flashes of vague things cross my mind.
People, I think I know them. Maybe I should.
Places, maybe I've been there.
I don't know how long it's been.
I think I'm waking up.
Light, there is light coming.
I jerk awake.
I'm alone in a burned out mansion.
I look down, I'm wearing an orange t-shirt khaki shorts a necklace with clay beads with strange painted designs hangs on a leather cord around my neck. I reach into my pocket and pull out a ballpoint pen. I uncap it instinctively, it grows into a glowing bronze sword, perfectly balanced. Etched along the guard the guard is a Greek word: Anakusmos.
"Riptide." I say aloud.
How do I know that?
Suddenly some thing crosses my mind.
"Annabeth." I say hoarsely. My voice is scratchy.
I don't know who Annabeth is. I know her name. She's on the verge of my knowing, her face, her voice.
What does she look like?
Where am I? I've never been here before. I think…
How did I get here? I was just at… wait. Where was I?
My name is Percy Jackson. I'm from…
I try to think but nothing happens, because nothing is there but questions.
I wince. I don't know. My brain isn't working.
I start to shiver. It must be early spring...
A growl comes from the darkness to my right. Wolves.
"Put the sword away half-blood. It won't help you here."
A large she-wolf steps from the shadows, and my heart stops.
She called me a half-blood.
So that's what I am.