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The First Legacy

CHAPTER 1—Annabeth POV (in between BoTL and TLO)

I sighed exasperatedly as I stared at my amazing high-tech laptop (that had been given to me as a gift by the most famous son of Athena ever) which currently showed some battle plans I making for an attack against Kronos. Sure I was the smartest living child of Athena, but that didn't mean that I had the answer to everything! Although that would be seriously cool. I hated not knowing something. Lately I hadn't been really myself. It was what worried me most. Ever since I had kind of run out on Percy at the end of last summer, I hadn't been the same. I was . . . distracted. And for a child of Athena, that was seriously bad.

I had been avoiding Percy ever since. Now, I was seriously getting frantic. In two weeks, Percy and Bekendorf were leaving to go blow the Princess Andromeda cruise ship. That was Luke's ship. I was really worried for them. My feelings for Percy were growing faster than ever. I thought it was maybe just a small crush that would eventually go away, but I don't think that a "small crush" would stay for almost five years. Ever since we were twelve years old I had been crushing on him. When we just met I had thought he was super cute but acted hostile towards him anyway. I kept ignoring the way his sea green eyes made my heart flutter and butterflies to appear in my stomach, and reminded myself I liked Luke. Well . . . that was before Luke went crazy. Now, I still believe that we can save Luke but I know that I don't like him in that way. Just as a brother.

"Annabeth c'mon, at least come for the campfire! Please?" My thirteen year old little sister—McKenna—pleaded. I closed my eyes for a nanosecond then turned around with a small smile on my face. I had skipped dinner, with the excuse that 'I wasn't hungry' and 'needed to finish these battle plans'. I was planning on skipping campfire too (no one was really in the mood for singing in the middle of war anyway [also, I wanted to avoid Percy]) but I didn't want to disappoint my little sister.

"Fine," So I stood up, shut down my laptop, and jogged after McKenna. I made sure to sit with my siblings, in between Nico and Thalia, and never made eye-contact with Percy. The Apollo campers half-heartedly sang songs, with some others softly singing off-key with them. I kept quiet because I didn't want anyone to know that I had a serious talent for singing. I'd rather be an architect than a singer. But it really helped to calm me down or get my emotions straight. The fire itself was about five feet high and a dull gray color. Yeah—that meant we were feeling really grim. I thought about all those times we had all been screaming the lyrics to the songs we had heard a thousand times, with laughter, joy, and pure glee, the fire burning fifteen feet high a brilliant orange color. I smiled sadly and gazed around at all the solemn faces surround me. That was before this all begun, before the war started. I glanced at Percy. He was smiling softly and looking around like I was. I blushed and turned away.

After another few minutes the Apollo cabin was ready to start another song and the lead singers were just opening their mouths to start, when the campfire strayed from the usual. The fire (still gray and short) started to change! It grew taller, maybe twenty feet, and a beautiful white color, brighter than the sun. That made no sense. Fire could not turn white.

Everyone froze. Dead silence. Thalia gasped beside me. Nico was intently staring at the fire, like me. The fire grew so bright we had to cover our eyes so we didn't go blind. When the light dimmed everyone gasped. Six people had stepped out of the fire! "That's physically impossible!" the logical part of my brain screamed. "But, on the other hand, magic is a part of reality. . ." the other part of my mind suggested.

The first (a girl), had obsidian black hair, a purple thick strapped tank-top, jeans, dark eyes, and her expression . . . was just like mine. Her face looked different but she wore that same guarded expression. Except, for the fact that it was a little bit more relaxed. Strict yes, but still relaxed. She looked about maybe fifteen or sixteen. Her long black hair was done into a braid that reached waist and was softly swaying in the wind.

The second girl had a pale pink blouse, and white Capri's. Her eyes were a million different colors and her brown hair was in a short braid down her left side with a white feather (most likely an eagle's) at the end. She was really pretty and if I had to guess, I'd say she was an Aphrodite girl, but she didn't wear a single drop of make-up. Now that was something completely un-Aphrodite like. She obviously tried to mask her natural beauty but unfortunately for her, it didn't work. She looked the same age as the first girl.

The third girl was a bit smaller than the others, maybe only thirteen or fourteen. She looked somewhat innocent and petit. Her golden eyes were interesting, like she had seen too much violence for such a young age. They weren't cold and cruel like Luke's had been; more kind and bright. She had faded jeans and a green striped shirt. She had frizzy cinnamon colored hair and dark skin.

The fourth one was a boy. He had elfish features, curly brown hair, an impish, mischievous grin that immediately warned you he was a trouble-maker, and a tool-belt that seemed to be empty. The interesting thing was that he was looked like he had ten cups of coffee: very energetic. He was fiddling around with a few small trinkets and apparently needed to be moving around all the time. If he was a demigod—which he most likely was—I'd say he had a very high level of AD/HD, even by demigod standards. But behind his look of insanity, if you looked really closely, you might notice the sadness buried deep inside his brown eyes. Something bad must have must have happened to him, but he probably used humor to mask the pain. I could sympathize with him; I had the same problem, except I used authority, pride, and intelligence to hide any possibly visible pain. I didn't want pity, or anyone to feel sorry for me. I wanted people to look at me as the authority figure, not like the six year old girl who lost her teddy. He looked about the same age as the first and second girls.

The fifth (also a boy), was a bit unusual. He was muscular and obviously strong but you could easily tell that he was a bit awkward and shy despite his looks (no 'baby sumo wrestler': this is after the House of Hades). His short black hair was cut in a buzz cut and his narrow Asian eyes shone with kindness and integrity. I couldn't really tell his age, but I guessed that he was younger than eighteen. He wore a checkered shirt with the sleeves folded beck slightly.

The last one was also a boy except he looked different than the other boys. I could tell that if they were a team, then he was probably the leader. His blond hair obviously used to be styled in the close cropped roman style, but had gotten shaggier and longer. He wore jeans and a purple T-shirt. He was maybe, fifteen or sixteen.

Wow. The one with the eagle feather in her hair looked around and said softly to the others but everyone else heard anyway,

"Leo, I think, that those pictures of camp might have been portals. Except for a few things I don't get. Like why there are so little campers, why everyone looks so sad . . . " She looked around again nervously at our confused looks. Then she caught a glance at my face and then at Percy's, and her eyes widened." And why the Hades, are Annabeth and Percy so . . . young?!" she asked, looking freaked out. The others saw were she was looking and gasped. Huh?!

"More importantly why on Earth are they sitting so far apart?" the one with the long braid asked looking panicked.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we have entered another dimension!" the hyper one fake stated calmly, his hands behind his back as if he were some old wise king. The others all rolled their eyes.

"Wrong." A new voice said softly; but that voice sounded familiar . . . it sounded like me. All heads immediately swiveled to me and I helplessly shrugged. Another girl stepped out from behind the long braided one. Instantly everyone from camp gasped. She looked exactly like me, except older, maybe seventeen! I was only fifteen.

"We are in the past." She stated calmly. . .