Okay, so Gracie wrote the first chapter. Was it good? It's my turn now, please enjoy! Oh and R&R pls. :D

3rd Person POV

He stumbled through the forest, still not recovered from the shock. It was traumatizing for him, one could easily tell, from his sweating, pained expression, and the slightly crazy look in his eyes. He slowed to a jog after a while of tearing through the forest like a maniac. He sat down hard, on a rock, and sighed, looking up at the rapidly brightening sky. 'No way, Annabeth…' he thought desperately, 'It's some kind of sick joke! No way, no…' he thought angrily. He refused to believe that Annabeth had been pretending, all along. But it was as clear as day. Annabeth was a traitor, a spy from Gaea. He could still feel the pain at the things she had said about him. A soft hearted, weak, demigod… He knew Annabeth was smart, not mattering whether or not she was a traitor. What she said was probably true. He let a traitor come so close to his heart, without even a doubt. He was weak. He probably couldn't save his friends, either, since they all thought Annabeth was a friend, not a foe. He felt more pain at that thought. "No… No, no, no…" he muttered. "NO!" he yelled, slamming his fist into a poor oak. The oak dryad melted out from the side of the tree. "Why did you punch me?!" she growled, pushing a strand of her dark green hair behind an elfish ear, and snarled, threw an acorn at him, then slid back into her tree. Percy mumbled an apology before stumbling back to his rock. Suddenly an arrow whizzed past his face, giving him a tiny nick on his ear, before planting itself firmly into the tree behind him. "This is Lady's territory, male." a girl with long curly brown hair snarled, emerging from the shadow of the trees. "She shan't appreciate you aggravating the dryads; they can be quite violent." she nocked another arrow and pointed it at his face. "Milady?" The girl called to the tree behind her. Percy took this as an opening, and slammed her arrow down with his hand. He used the judo-flip skill that Annabeth had taught him, grabbing the girl's wrist, turning around, and yanking her over his shoulder. The girl let out a yelp as she hit the hard-packed dirt. She jumped up and snarled at him, glaring at him with eyes that could've shot lasers. "Why, you dirty rotten-" she was cut off by an arrow that shot between them and embedded itself in the hard rock. The girl paled. "Mi-Milady!" she gasped, with a shaking voice. "Colette." a stern voice said back. "I thought I taught you well enough to not underestimate others, even men. You should know that one to one combat is not your strong suit." The girl, apparently named Colette, blushed. "B-but Lady Artemis…" Artemis shot her a glare, obviously unused to having her orders questioned. "Ah… Nevermind." she murmured, and slid back into the shadows. The Goddess of the Hunt turned back to Percy. Her eyes shone with slight amusement. "So we meet again… Perseus Jackson." Colette started. She obviously hadn't recognized him. Percy was looking at the dirt where Colette had been flipped, the stray dust rolling around form the slight breeze blowing through the forest. "You should know that all hunting grounds are my territory." she murmured, though she didn't sound very upset. But when he looked up, she couldn't help but feel shocked at the broken-ness in his eyes. He smirked at her expression and stood up straighter, his eyes regaining some of that old mischievous, confident light. "Lady Artemis." he nodded respectfully. "And just what are you doing in the woods at this time of day?" Artemis asked. She took note of him stiffening, his face hardening, and his fists clenching. "…No real reason." he whispered. His gaze shifted back down, his usually bright eyes turning an unnatural shade of green, dark and swirling with emotions. (Immortals can read minds, I think.) "We will talk." she said firmly before spinning around and commanding her hunters to set camp for a couple hours. They obliged, and in minutes, an entire silvery camp was set up. Suddenly Percy realized something. "Where's Thalia?" he asked, worried, for his half- sister. "Here, Kelp Head." a familiar voice laughed from his left. He felt a smack to the side of his head. "Thanks, Thalia. Take off your invisibility thing. When did you get one, anyway?" he rolled his eyes. Thalia rippled into view beside him, holding a silver b-ball cap. "Geez." she mumbled. She walked with him to Artemis's tent. "Um…" he was worried. He knew just how much Annabeth was close to Thalia. "Maybe you don't want to hear our conversation…?" he offered. Thalia frowned. "Why not?" she questioned, her curiosity piqued. Oops. He shook his head rapidly before darting into the tent. He could hear Thalia muttering incoherent things under her breath outside. Artemis was sitting in the form of a 20 year old woman, with auburn hair and silver eyes. Seeing how mature she looked, Percy felt like he couldn't share his story. Artemis blinked, and the next second, she was a 12 year old girl, a perfect mini version of the woman form before. "Sit." she commanded quietly. "And talk." Before he knew it, Percy had poured out the entire story to the little girl form. He felt like he had to tell someone, and it felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders when he was done with the story. "Hmm." The goddess's expression was masked with a complete pokerface, and her voice was emotionless. Percy didn't know what to think. Suddenly the entrance to the tent rustled. Thalia walked in. Was she eavesdropping? Well, knowing Thalia… A sudden electric shock went through his body. "You…" Thalia snarled. Percy jumped up. "Whoa there, Thalia…" He held up two hands, but Thalia just stuck a finger on his palm and zapped him again, painfully. "And you just decided not to TELL ME?!" she shrieked. Static electricity was building in the room, he could feel it. "He-hey! Thals! Calm down…" Percy was scared. Thalia was one of the people who really scared him. Artemis snapped her fingers, and the tent disappeared. "If you're going to fight, I'd prefer that you try not to ruin my room." she said coolly, before stalking off into the forest. Oh gods, no… Artemis had dropped them off at the worst possible place. The lake. "T-Thalia…?!" Percy still tried to reason with her. She looked worse than furious. she looked downright murderous. He couldn't see, though, why she was so mad. "Thalia…" his voice was full of warning, now. She took another step towards him, and popped out her spear. "You should know why…" she growled, and Percy had no idea. "You are so on!" she yelled before the spear came down towards his head rapidly. Percy's eyes widened, and Riptide was in his hands in an instant, and the spear slammed into it. I didn't want to do this, Thals, but you leave me no choice. He prepared to fight someone who was probably much more powerful, and certainly more dangerous at the moment. Great, he thought sarcastically.Even I think I'm gonna lose.

So me and Gracie have COMPLETELY different writing styles. We admit it. But honestly, I think that was what made this more fun to write. Thanks for reading, anyway.