Thanks to Caramelgrl for reviewing my last chapter.
Now, I just watched 'My Dog Skip' which makes me cry every time, so be prepared for this chapter to be longer and more touching than before.
The echoes within my room almost seemed to drive me to insanity. The wait, the emptiness, the wading echoes. My walls were talking to me, speaking, trying to tell me something, to warn me. I sit, cross-legged upon my bed, listening to the pleas and cries of my bedroom walls. Altair, Maya and Stefan had left me, they told me they had to get to camp before summer began. Yet I was still not sure about this camp, not sure what it was about, what I would do there.
My father had told me about the camp, but my father nor mother were gods. I had two god grandparents, so which cabin belonged to me? Did my blood contain more Poseidon, or did it contain more of Zeus? The posters plastered up against my wall, I never noticed how deep the eyes sank into your skin, up until now.
I walked out and laid my back up against the door, and looked over into Percy's room. I stood and made my way into the empty castled room. I sat on his bed and examined the walls, they seemed quiet to me, they ignored my plea for an answer for every one of my questions. They contained the secrets my father wish for me to never hear. For as much as he was my Seaweed Brain, in a way he was my father, he always was, even when I was still the daughter of Athena. He treated me like a daughter, kept me safe and always stood up against those who dare try to touch me.
I looked over my shoulder and found an old torn picture on the bedside. I lifted it and studied the photograph within my palm. It was all folded up like a picture from war, all torn and worn out. I opened it and found a picture of a blonde girl with gray eyes. She was laughing at something, but she had this pride in her eyes. As though she had accomplished something, even though it proved from the photo that she had nothing to show. She was close up to the camera, which showed that the person took a shot when she didn't notice and probably ran after them, and was laughing while she was at it.
Suddenly, I realized who it was. It was Annabeth, it was me.
I dropped the photo and closed my eyes. I sat on a beach, and Percy sat beside me, fiddling around with a camera in his lap. I turned to him and laughed, "Still can't work it, huh?" I shouldered him jokingly, looking up at the stars with a grin on my face. Percy had recently received one of those old cameras where it gives you the picture right after you take it from his mom.
He picked up the camera and faced it at me, I ducked, "Don't you dare, Seaweed Brain!" I cried. I stood and Percy started chasing me with the camera. I heard a clicking when I turned and stopped, both of us falling onto our backs, laughing. We lay side by side in the sand on the beach, our faces only inches apart.
I sat up, turning away from the awkward moment.
My eyes fluttered open. Suddenly, I realized something. I remembered it all, I remembered seeing the look in Percy's eyes when we fell. The dream didn't escape from me, and I leaned down and picked up the photograph of the old me. I smiled and stood. I remembered it so clearly and vividly, and realized why they wanted me at camp so much. If I could learn the future and past, then they would know when every attack came, they would learn how many, when they came.
I folded the old torn picture and placed it on the bedside where my father kept it and stood, tomorrow would be the last day of school, and he would send me to camp, my favorite camp, and though I had little memories of it, I knew how much I loved it.
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-Dj
