Sorry that I haven't posted! My friend has been over so I haven't had time to write! Who should my 3rd POV? I think i might do Jason! Or Reyna! Whatdaya think?

Chapter 4

Percy

She spoke to him as they were walking to the forum.

Oh, Perseus Jackson. You think that you have won. But you are just making my plans harder. I bet you can't wait to see what I have in store for your little friend Annabeth.

Shut up Gaea, Percy mentally yelled at her. Don't you dare do anything to Annabeth.

She didn't respond.

Annbeth gripped Percy's hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Percy replied through gritted teeth.

By the time they had reached the forum, Jason had been either hugged or patted on the back at least a hurdred times. He looked happy. But Leo and Piper lloked depressed, probably asuming that Jason wouldn't like them anymore. However, as they passed shops and statues, Jason put his arms around their shoulder and acted like a tour guide. Percy clearly saw their expressions become more cheerful.

Percy's heart was doing a victory dance. He had Annabeth. She had been the only bright light in the world when he had had no memory. She had been the only thing that had kept him alive, because if Percy hadn't remembered her, he would probably be dead.

He took in all of her features. Her freshly washed blonde hair that smelled like lemons. He could feel her worry-bitten nails. Her gray eyes were wide with amazment, and he could almost see the little gears inside her head, turning 'round and 'round as if working extra hard trying to memorize every image. Percy didn't want her to get hurt, especially because of Gaea.

Percy's eyes wandered over to Hazel and Frank, who were holding hands and walking a little to the left of Jason, Piper and Leo. Every once in a while, he would watch Hazel's golden-brown eyes wander over to Sa-Leo, who wouldn't shut his mouth. She looked at him longingly, and then would shake her head and say something to Frank.

"Look at that fountain!" exclaimed Annabeth. "It's amazing. Most likely made out of marble, probably five years old, and-"

"Sweetheart," said Percy. "I don't want to be rude, but I do not care."

The others murmmured in agreement.

"Well, fine then," replied Annabeth, who pushed Percy with her shoulder and then gave him a kiss on his cheek. Percy smiled.

"Wait. Is that an aqueduct?"

"Yeah," said Jason. "It's how we get water."

"Gee, I had no idea," replied Annabeth sarcastically, which made Frank laugh.

They stopped at a tiny bakery, and they each bought a muffin; Percy and Annabeth got chocolate chip, Frank and Hazel got banana nut, Piper got pistachio, and Leo and Jason got cinnamon.

As they walked towards the temples, which Wise Girl had insisted that they see, Percy realized how lucky he was to be alive. Only yesterday had he been in a mini war. Only one week ago had he arrived at the camp. Now he was praetor, welcomed in the camp instead of hated.

Percy liked all of the attention that he got, but he just wished that he were back home at Camp Half-Blood. Back in his cabin, with Tyson in the forges, Grover in the strawberry fields, and Annabeth cutting off practice dummies heads. He missed the good old days when people didn't treat him like he was royalty. Back when he was just Percy Jackson, or occasionaly Boss. Percy longed to see Rachel and Chiron and Katie and so on.

Camp Jupiter was cool, but in Percy's opinion, Camp Half-Blood was WAY better.

Then Leo started chocking on his muffin, which made everyone laugh. Even though he missed his old friends and camp, Percy wished that he could just freeze this moment and live in it forever.

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