Hey guys sorry about the long wait.

It was pretty well the lack of reviews but mostly because I have been Lazy (As usual) and I had writers block with this story (Which is why this chapter SUCKS!) so I hope you enjoy this chapter.

I in no way shape or form Own PJatO or HoO

Percy watched as a group of boys as they sparred in the long grass, some leaping into the ground making sure the long grass hid their strong bulky frames. Percy looked at the boys and was filled with envy, at least they seemed to be having fun and they had friends. So far Percy had a boy he had seen at school maybe twice and the half goat man who was the reason he was brought here.

He watched as a boy leaped up behind another just as a girl made a cage out of the grass trapping the boy in mid leap. They all laughed about it the girl laughed so hard she lost her concentration and the boy fell from the cage and hit the ground with a loud thud.

Percy longed to join them and was just about to when two boys appeared beside him. They were the same boys that were at the meeting the other day; he recognized them from their floppy brown hair.

"So..." one started, slinking down onto the grass facing the group of campers his bright blue eyes scanning the area.

"What do you two want?" Percy asked meeting the other boy's eyes who was kneeling on the opposite side.

"Well... it seems you have a power over water." Percy almost scoffed at the thought the most powerful thing he had done with water was when the toilet at school exploded all over him in the second grade.

"Yeah, so?" Percy asked facing the group were a real fight had taken place.

"We, have some plans." The other continued.

Percy chuckled to himself remembering what other campers had told him. "Yeah I'd rather die."

The boys stopped their smiles and looked down both sombre. "You shouldn't talk about death here." One stated looking at the tree line in the eastern corner of the field.

The other looked at his brother concerned and Percy started to feel uneasy. "Especially not with what's coming." The boy finished before standing up and leaving.

"Sorry about Travis." The boy continued as he watched his older brother. "Things have been stressful lately."

"It's okay, it's my fault really, and I shouldn't have said anything." Percy muttered staring down at his feet.

"I'm Connor by the way." The boy greeted a smile now on his face but Percy noticed that it didn't meet his eyes.

"Percy." Percy greeted shaking Connor's hand. Percy looked at the boys hand and a question formed in his mind. "What did your brother mean when he said 'especially not with what's coming'?"

Connor frowned releasing his hand. "Haven't you heard?"

"No."

Connor smiled. "Where have you been stuck under a rock?"

Percy thought for a moment, he hadn't been stuck under any rocks lately but he did spend a few days locked in his cabin.

"You could say that." Percy muttered running his long fingers through his hair. Connor chuckled again and looked out towards the forest. Percy was starting to wonder if they were opening a restaurant in their or something.

"You've heard of Gladiators right?"

"What like Roman Gladiators or something?"

"Yeah, well kind of. It's hard to explain." Connor sighed, his eyes tearing up.

"Explain what?"

"They are going to make us fight."

"Fight what?" Percy was scared for what he was going to say next. He tried to stay calm but the way the other boy sounded made Percy feel sick.

"Each other."

The girl was running her long hair wiping her in the face as she sprinted through the forest her leg muscles burning. She was stupid, stupid to leave the base, stupid to go off alone. They had warned her about this, and now she was being hunted.

She leaped over a tree limb, the sound of heavy foot prints racing up behind her.

He was coming.

He was going to kill her.

Or worse take her back.

There was a reason she escaped that place. A reason she ran. She had to join the others ever since she saw Thalia, since she saw her in the dream. It scared her. She remembered what she said, what she told her and she ran.

She quickly doubled around trying to throw him off her track, it had worked before.

Then she remembered the other dream, she had dreamt of him often and never told anyone until she let it slip to Hazel. She was always kind. She remembered when she first met her she was one of the lucky ones fortunate enough to raise her.

Nico wasn't looking for her at first; no he was after his sister Bianca. But she was under too much guard. Well that's what they told Nico.

When she closed her eyes she still heard the ghostly wails. They wanted to tell him, but she had quickly silenced them, she would never tell Nico, she knew that would break him.

So instead they brought back Hazel, it was her or nothing and they had chosen her, Annabeth remembered looking into the cage where she sat and she knew then she would get her out even if Nico said no. Luckily he did.

She jumped down a small ledge rolling into a standing position before pounding down the hill. She would make sure to stay away from the clearing she would be too easy to spot.

She dodged an arrow she knew was aimed for her, while narrowly missing a tree. She didn't want to be caught but she knew she was going to be. She just had to look for the boy with green eyes.

She heard shouts behind her as she knew they were closing in on her.

She turned to take a look even though her better judgement was telling her not to, was telling her to run. Her legs kept moving and before she knew it she was on the ground rolling down the steep incline, mud covered her body as sticks and twigs dug into her battle hardened skin. Outstretching her arms she covered her face trying to ignore the pain. Finally she stopped looking around she found a small cave, quickly running for the cover she craved.

Quickly she climbed in cradling her abdomen. She sat in the corner cradling herself so she wouldn't be seen on the outside. Then she heard them their feet loud and heavy.

"Where did she go?" one asked, she could tell he was human and he was obviously not the leader, he sounded like he was from Texas, with his thick accent.

"Down the hill, that's our best bet." One said her voice was soft and lyrical, like she was a natural born singer. Annabeth recognised the voice, Piper, she was recruited by Nico. It was a smart idea, they would never guess she was a spy, if they did she could simply charm speak and they would never know what they were talking about.

Plus she was sp delicate they wouldn't even think of her as a prime suspect.

"No. Split up. Piper take a small group down the hill, the rest of you with me." He was obviously the leader his strong voice. But she wasn't worried about that she was worried about where his team was going. She lay back against the wall trying her best to melt into the wall.

She heard their heavy footsteps melt into the evening light. She sat still for a few minutes before catching her breath, she sighed and investigated her wounds, she knew she hadn't broken anything but she was pretty sure she had bruised her rib taking a small square of ambrosia, she felt the scratches and the pain disappear.

She sat still for a moment thinking or what to do next finally she ventured out of the cave and into the night. She started off in a light jog before starting off into a sprint, she made sure to be quiet hiding behind trees when she thought she heard something. She would have run back to the base but she knew she couldn't do that, they could still follow her; she would wait a few days before returning.

Slowly as the night dragged on she began to feel fatigue, her muscles ached and she was considering falling asleep. Slumping down on a tree she relaxed as her eyes closed reluctantly.

Then her eyes opened as a hand gripped her arm. "We found you Annabeth."

"Is it true?" Percy asked gripping the satyr tightly. Grover looked up at him with scarred eyes, he knew what the teenager was talking about, and slowly his eyes fell to the ground.

"Yes." He answered solemnly, wincing as Percy's hand gripped his shoulder tighter. His knuckles turning white.

With the other hand Percy gripped his nose forcing his eyes shut. "Why?" Percy hissed looking back towards the satyr. "Why did you bring me here?"

"We needed you." Grover stated being careful with his words.

"Need me for what to die? To risk my life for your entertainment? To kill for no reason?" Percy asked stepping closer to the frightened satyr.

"No!" Grover answered immediately.

"Then WHY?" Percy screamed causing everyone in a twenty metre radius to stare.

Grover looked around frightened his hands waving at the teen. "Not here, please not here."

"Then where?" Percy asked straining his voice.

Grover opened his mouth, but quickly shut it as his eyes widened. Percy confused turned back around and watched as the people around him separated forming an aisle.

Then he saw her, her golden hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her curls rolling down her back and her bright gray eyes lighting her face, she looked almost like Malcolm, except she was much better looking.

Behind her stood the same man that brought him to the camp, Atlas. A sneer plastered on his face. Percy had the sudden urge to hit him in the face. He watched as they both walked towards Prometheus'.

"Who is that?" Percy asked watching the small group.

"Annabeth." Grover muttered tears forming in his eyes. "She is doomed."

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