Piper's P.O.V

I took one last look at her and slammed the door.

"Finally she's gone," I heard Drew say, "who does she think she is, acting like Aphrodite loves her just because she appeared out of nowhere with Jason."

I really couldn't stand another minute in the Aphrodite Cabin with the snotty head counselor, Drew. I needed to see someone who could understand me. I couldn't see Jason because he's probably talking to Chiron about his secret past. I should see Annabeth. She would understand. She seemed so much like me; she understood what I was going through (sort of).

I walked through camp searching for the blonde haired girl. After going through the armory, the arena, and past the Athena Cabin Annabeth was nowhere to be found. I was close to giving up when I looked toward the lake and saw a certain daughter of Athena sitting at the water. The blue water caressed her feet as if caring for her. Annabeth's blonde hair was blowing slightly in the breeze.

She looked content, almost happy. She stared off into the sunset like it brought back the best memories. She's probably thinking of that boy, Percy Jackson. She must have really loved him because I've never seen her smile the past few days and I imagine she hasn't even looked close to happy in a while. I didn't feel like disturbing her moment. So I crept away back to my horrorstricken cabin.

Annabeth's P.O.V

Earlier in the day I decided to sit by the water for the first time since Percy disappeared. See, the beach was our place, the place we always came to talk and share everything. He would make me laugh and I would punch him lightly on the shoulder. He called me Wise Girl and I would smile even if it was meant as an insult. I would hug him and he would blush along with me. "I miss you Percy." I spoke to the ocean.

"Please Poseidon, you're his father, help Percy, please."

This was the most I was ever in pain for someone. How could someone take Percy away from me? I thought for once I could be happy, but the fates hate me. Everyone has left me. Luke, my dad, Thalia… Sure they all eventually came back, but still it caused so much pain for me. Then Percy came along and he was just so annoying.

I cracked a smile at my first memory of twelve-year-old Percy Jackson sleeping in the infirmary drooling all over his pillow.

Of course Percy was always there for me, but he disappeared. The last memory I have of him was us laughing and singing songs at the campfire. His arm was around arm and we were swaying with the tunes. The flames were so high and orange- filled with happiness. He kissed me goodnight then proceeded to his cabin for some sleep.

I wished I asked him to stay with me a little bit later, or we could meet up after curfew (which we did tend to do a lot). Maybe if I did that, Percy would be here with me now.

The ocean was freezing on my feet and the sun was setting. But there is no way I'm getting up. This is as close to happiness as I've gotten in the past few days.

I thought about when Percy searched for me when Thorn took me. He never gave up on me and I wasn't about to give up on him. I would search everywhere for Percy. If I'm not granted a quest then I'll sneak out, like Percy. My I wish I had his bravery, his loyalty to those he loved. I have to think things through and make a plan. I couldn't be like Percy, but I wish I could.

I've made up my mind; I'm going on a quest for Percy. I'll search high and low, anywhere for him. All I wanted was to hear him say my name once more, to hear him say some stupid sarcastic remark again.

I want to find you Percy.

And I will find you Percy because I need you.