"Hey." I said to the blonde beauty in front of me.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with that Demeter trash?" That stung. Why would I be with that one?

"No. I came to see you. I wanted to tell you that I miss you and I want to be with you. Just think it over, if you don't want to be with me, fine. If you want to be with him, that's okay too. If it makes you happy, I'm all for it."

Her eyes widened. She looked down, her hair blocking her face from view. My attention diverted to Joseph, who was slowly clapping his hands.

"Very good, Percy. I'm afraid your words are in vain, though. Annabeth's with me." He looked at Annabeth. "Right?" He placed a hand on her shoulder. She flug it off and raced into the woods. I could literally feel Annabeth's sadness. The sadness soon turned into resentment towards Joseph and a lot of it.

"You're a monster!" I yelled at him.

"She was just fine until you came. If you're going to blame someone, blame yourself." He was dangerously calm. That made me suspicious.

"Why are you so calm?"

"Because she's never going to take you back. Annabeth's too good for you. I knew she would leave you someday."

"You didn't know what she would do! You didn't love her like I do."

"Let's just see how much you love her." Then he ran.

"Get back here!"

I chased after him through the woods. I just hope that Annabeth's okay. I found Joseph with a sword up to Annabeth's neck.

"Give up Percy, it's over! Give up or I'll kill her!"

"Get away from me!" I saw her try to kick Joseph. Joseph blocked her attempts and pushed the sword further into her neck.

"Your attempts are in vain. It's over! You hear that? Ove-Oof!" He said, then a gust of wind cut him short.

"Joseph, you should've given up your sick little game." Said a hooded figured that must've created the gust.

"You! You'll pay for what you did to me last time!" He slashed at the mystery man. The man lifted his hand slightly and Joseph got picked by a gust of wind and disappeared. The man took the hood off his head. He had eyes the color you would imagine for a springtime breeze, hair the color you would imagine for a cold-front, and skin as tan as if he had spent every second of everyday he could in the sun. He smelled like turkey. I was forty feet away and smelled it!

"You two okay?"

"Yeah."

"Good. I should introduce myself, Johnny Storm. Son of Aeolus, God of the winds." He took off the hooded robe he was wearing to reveal a sky blue scarf, light green sleeveless shirt, gold colored sandles and burgundy sweatpants.

"Percy Jackson. Son of Poseidon."

"A son of the sea god. And who's this nice young lady?"

"Annabeth Chase. Daughter of Athena."

"Ahh, brainiac, are you sure you want her Per-"

"Johnny!"

"Woah!" Johnny yelled as he narrowly dodged a bottle rocket. Alex.

"Nice try Alex, but you'll never hit me!"

"Why is he trying to hit you?" I asked.

"Last time we were at camp together he bet that if he could hit me with a firework, I would have to give him $200. He still has yet to hit me."

"I almost had you there."

"Almost only counts in horeshoes and hand-gernades."

"Then, I'll hit you with a hand-gernade."

"Hand-gernades aren't fireworks."

"Ah, cheeseballs!"

"Let's get back to the cabins and have this conversation."

Meanwhile...

"We need a new plan to seperate Percy and Annabeth. The only way to get to them is to destroy Johnny! You got that?" Joseph asked his two partners in his plan.

"Yes." Said Chelsey.

"Absolutely." Said Quiver.

Darkness...