Guess what? I am about to become first chair clarinet in band! I am so happy! Happy enough to write more in one day than in less than two weeks! Wait, no, it's on the 24th, so about three weeks! But, its fine, Percabeth is more important!

DISCLAIMER:

Knock knock!

Who's there?

It's-

Wait! I'm going to guess!

Um, okay…

Rick Riordan!

Haha, you're funny, no.

What? But you're writing about Percy and Annabeth and the Argo ll people!

Its fanfiction!

But Rick Riodan owns it!

Sadly, that is true, but that doesn't mean I can't write about my babies!

Babies? You're a bit young…

Yes, I am aware of that, they are not my children, you must be able to realize that, from the fact that I am a short, green-eyed, light brown haired girl in middle school.

And I know that.

Then why could you even think I am Rick Riordan?

Well….

Gasp! That's mean! I don't own this story, he does, and now I will make sure you never do either!

I'm a figment of your much too large imagination.

*silence*

*widens eyes and raises an eyebrow*

*other person disappears*

Um….. I am worried for my mental stability now….

Just try to ignore my crazy thoughts, don't worry, I don't get them either, διαβάζω!

(I am thanking reviewers next chapter)

Chase and Connor must have been the two most hyper kids I had ever met.

Well, that's not saying much, considering they are some of the first kids I have met.

But still, I think they have tipped the scale of sanity.

Like, while we were walking around. Felia, Ruby, Chase, and Charlie gave us a tour of the whole camp, outside and inside of every cabin, the big house, parts of the forest- they weren't allowed to go far without their parents- and all around the common areas. I had no idea anywhere could be so large.

I should give a thorough description.

Once the six of us left the arena, the twins led the group to cabin one. The Zeus cabin, Charlie called it.

Felia ran ahead and stood in the doorway.

"Come on, guys! This is where Uncle Jason and Aunt Thalia used to live!"

Who are they? I thought.

I looked at Percy, and shrugged my shoulders. We walked in.

"Whoa," Percy marveled.

Yep, that pretty much summed it up.

The cabin was huge. There were a couple of cots on the ground, and a couple of dressers. The space looked unoccupied, there were no clothes or anything.

In the middle, there was a large statue of a man. He was very tall, with a stern expression on his face. He looked straight at me. It scared me. A lot.

Something seemed to be calling me in, to take a look around, specifically at those pictures laying underneath one of the cots.

Percy and I both walked towards them. We crouched on our knees and each picked a couple up. They were pictures of kids, one around my age, the other two much older.

"Hey, guys," Ruby said quietly, "we should, um, go, because, well-"

I didn't hear the rest. Just like when I saw the knife in Dylan's hand, I saw an image behind my eyes. But this time, it was a scene.

A boy and a girl crouched in the shadows of an alley. The boy was carrying a bronze knife, and the girl was holding a spear and a shield with a terrifying image of a grotesque woman on it. They both looked hungry and lean, with wild animal eyes, like they were used to being attacked.

"Are you sure?" the girl asked.

The boy nodded. "Something down here. I can sense it."

A low rumble echoed from the alley, like someone had banged on a sheet of metal. The teens crept forward.

Old crates were stacked on a loading dock. The boy and girl approached with their weapons ready. A curtain of tin quivered as if something were behind it.

The girl glanced at the boy. He counted silently: one, two, three! He ripped away the tin, and a little girl flew at him with a hammer.

"Whoa!" the boy exclaimed.

The girl had tangled blonde hair and was wearing flannel pajamas. She couldn't have been more than seven, but she would have smashed the boy into a pulp if he hadn't reacted so quickly.

He grabbed her wrist, and the hammer skittered across the cement.

The little girl fought harder and kicked. "No more monsters! Go away!"

"It's okay!" the boy struggled to hold her. "Thalia, put your shield up. You're scaring her."

The girl, Thalia, tapped the edge of her shield, and it shrank down into a silver bracelet around her wrist. "Hey, it's alright," she said. "We're not going to hurt you. I'm Thalia. This is Luke."

"Monsters!"

"No," Luke promised. "But we know all about monsters. We fight them, too."

Slowly, the little girl stopped kicking. She stared at Thalia and Luke with eyes filled with intelligence and longing.

"You're like me?"

"Yeah," Luke said. "We're… well, it's hard to explain, but we're monster fighters. Where's your family?"

"My family hates me," the girl said. "They don't want me. I ran away." She looked down sadly.

Thalia and Luke locked eyes. They shared a glance of sympathy to the little girl's words.

"What's your name, kiddo?" Thalia asked.

"Annabeth."

"Annie. Annie!"

I blinked a couple times, coming out of the vision slowly. The names and images were swirling around in my mind like a hurricane.

"Gods, Annie, you scared us," Chase gasped dramatically. "When you both looked at those pictures, you froze at the same time. We tried getting Percy up for a while, but it was no use. We went on to you, and after a couple minutes, you gasped and right when your eyes opened, they were silver. Like, not just the irises, but the whites, too. It was really weird."

I stared at him curiously. "What color is silver?"

Charlie answered. He pointed to the lining of each tile on the cold, hard floor. "That's silver."

I stared at the crisp lines for a long time. Against my will, my gaze shifted to Percy. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing slowly and deeply. It was like he was one of those statues outside of the arena.

I don't think I mentioned those. Well, it. One statue, life size. It was of two people, a boy and a girl. The boy was holding a pen that looked like it was halfway done turning into a sword. His expression looked focused, but sarcastic. His stone pupils were turned to the girl next to him. She was holding a knife in one hand, and a hat in the other. She was serious, but she looked like she was holding back a laugh as she side glanced at the boy. Both of them looked like they were fighting something, but they were used to it; they found it like a game. They loved each other, you could tell from their expressions and their eyes. Whoever sculpted them must have known them very well.

All of a sudden, he sat bolt straight, and his eyes flew open. They were glowing. I still didn't know what color, but it was more prominent than any others I had ever seen in his eyes before.

Right as he sat up, he shouted out, "Annabeth!"

He then slid down to the ground.

I rushed forward. He seemed as if he was in pain, but I could tell he wasn't in the vision anymore. It was probably an effect of it.

I glanced at the others. "Who's Annabeth?"

She was in my vision, too, so she must have been important.

The others looked pained, especially Chase. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

"W-we'll, um, tell you later," he stuttered.

I could see that it was a sore subject. "Okay," I said softly.

Just then, Percy groaned. His eyes flickered open. They weren't glowing anymore. "What happened?" he moaned pathetically.

"We both looked at the pictures, and went into some vision type thing. We were out for, like, ten minutes. Well, I was. You were gone a while longer."

"Oh."

I laughed. "Same old Seaweed Brain."

Chase's breath hitched.

Percy glanced sideways at me, just like the statue. "Seaweed Brain? Where did that come from?"

"I don't know," I said, confused, "but I like it." I grinned.

He did too.

We stared at each other. I was the first to break away. I looked at the wall, blushing.

Percy looked curious. "What color are your eyes?" he asked.

I looked over to Felia. "What color are my eyes? You said were glowing silver, like the edges of the tiles, but they aren't now. What color are they normally?"

Felia leaned forward. "Hm. They aren't staying one color. They're fading into many different shades of gray. That's weird. Eyes usually only change with children of Aphrodite."

"What color are my eyes?" Percy asked.

"Well, when you came out of the vision, they were glowing bright sea foam green, but now, they are like Annie's, changing. But your, they are going between shades of green and blue. Mixes, light blue, dark blue, light green, dark green, sea green, a lot of different variations."

"Oh."

I giggled. He acted so dumb.

Just then, Chiron ran, or galloped, in.

"Children, come. Now."

Done! Yay! I'll try to update again soon!

Hey, guess what? I have a friend on FanFiction, and her name is foreverskysong. She has this really amazing story that is her version of Blood of Olympus, and you all should read it! It is AMAZING! You don't know what a good fan fiction is until you have read it! Either go to her profile to find it and read it, or search Blood of Olympus: A Heroes of Olympus Fanfiction. Believe me, it's amazing!

I have a bunch of the next chapters of Reborn planned out, so I will probably be able to update faster! Love ya!