I finally updated and I am pretty proud of myself! And I'm watchin GLEE!

Percy Jackson POV

Nico and I decided that we should make an entrance to camp. So we decided that Nico will show up first, and then I would come later. That would so freak them out! No one but Mr. D and Chiron know that we exist. But someone started a rumor. I don't know who or why. It's about a dashing prince *cough cough me cough* who is lost at sea. And that one day, we will save the world.

Okay, I know way too much about me for the whole average hero thing. Alike when I'm going to die, I even know that last second, it's-

"Perseus?" I heard my father say. "Are you packed and ready?"

I just nodded my head. It's not that I'm nervous or anything, you might think that I'm crazy for thinking this but I'm not really afraid to die. I don't know why, but I guess the only thing that I cared about was the beach (Well Ocean). And I heard that the underworld had a beach too. Well for heroes anyway. I've been to the underworld before, to visit Nico and to get Uncle Zeus's master bolt (but it turned out Ares and this weird blonde-y guy took it).

"Are you Okay son?" Don't you just love how he either calls me son or Perseus? Not even Percy? Ha… I don't.

"Yeah just tired." I lied. I had another nightmare last night. The same that I had last week. It was about this girl. She had blonde gorgeous curly hair, and grey eyes. Grey eyes that held sadness, helplessness, and worst of all, pain. She was fighting Kronos, and he was winning.

Every time I would have this dream, I would feel pain and stress, and panic. This was weird because I bathed in the River Styx when I was a few months old. But I felt hopeless watching her suffer. When she looked at me she lost focus and Kronos killed her. My friend Apollo (yes the God, who do you think I get all the advice from?) told me dreams can mean something for a demigod, and it's never as it seems. So I have to believe him.

"Son, I know you're not tired, the way the waves respond to you when you sleep tells me otherwise." He was right; I had this crown that I am not allowed to take off. It has little Emeralds on it, with gold surrounding it. But the deal with the crown is that it responds to the ocean and my feelings. Like when I am feeling peaceful and relaxed, the ocean is a little calmer. And when I'm not clam, well I think you know where I getting with this.

My father continued "You turn, the tidal waves turn. In today's terms, you freak out, the ocean freaks out." I chuckled at my father's attempt of trying to act like, well, a dad. FAIL. But it's the thought that counts.

"Now tell me what's really going on." Gods, can he ever leave me alone?

"Nothing, now I need to go, bye." And with that, I left. I got to the surface and decided to walk to camp. I needed some time to think.

Annabeth POV

*8*

Whoa, Hail the Prince of the dead? The only thing that can be bigger than Hades is Poseidon. (then Zeus, duh) I bowed to the Prince. He wore black jeans, a black shirt, and black Jordan high tops? He had a black crown that sort of blended in with his black hair. But the flame design made it stand out brilliantly. He had pale skin, like really pale. Edward Cullen and/or Justin Beiber white (ha take that sukas). He looked mature but still had that childish gleam in his eyes, he looked amused. Then his face changed to an immature twelve year old kid so I was the first to stand from my bow.

'Prince' Nico turned to Chiron and said, "He will be here later. He's walking." He said, amusement still in his eyes like he was remembering something that was funny. Wait, who was walking?

"Alright you highness." Chiron chuckled. Okay now I feel like I'm missing something.

Nico smiled again, but then his smile faded when he saw me. He looked at my hair and then my eyes. Then he shock his head like. "Well that's rude." I mumbled to myself.

*8*

I had the nightmare again so I went to the beach. I always felt safe near the Ocean. I felt like I was free to think up the most random and crazy thing there. Which was strange for a daughter of Athena. I'm guessing you all know about the tension between Athena and Poseidon. You know, how the hate each other BLAH BLAH BLAH. Yeah, that one.

So I just sat there staring at the moon and the stars, looking at all the different constellations of different heroes that saved people and even the world. I knew all of the constellations, and would be happy to teach anyone who would bother to care about them as much as I do. But I like being an Architect more. I wouldn't really want to be an Astronomer or worse, a teacher.

My eyes took a break of looking at the skies and I just laid there. Listening to the wave's crash to shore. Finally, I opened my eyes and sat up to stretch. But when I looked to the horizon of the beach, I saw a figure. It kept advancing to shore, so it must be a half-blood.

"C-CH-CHIRON!" I managed to choke/squeak out. But no one came.

"CHIRON!" I yelled. Clearly getting mad that no one even looked out their window to see an idiotic daughter of Athena about to lose her head.

"Annabeth! What are y-"Chiron started, he stopped and stared with excitement? While the rest of the camp (that I woke up after screaming at 3 am) and I stared in awe.

My jaw went slack, and as far as I could tell, almost every girl's jaws went slack. We were gaping at him, and I could also make out some guys doing the same thing, eww. But this kid was gorgeous! Hot, se-never mind. He was casually walking to shore. He was walking on the water and for some reason, my brain took a while to process what that meant. But he didn't really look happy, sad, or excited. He just looked… bored.