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≈Percy≈

What was taking so long? He paced at the entrance, and he saw the dryads staring at him…just waiting for him to go in so they could have fun dragging him out.

A girl came out and he peered inside. She gave him the finger.

O-okay, right… this was not going to get him anywhere.

He trudged down to the Zeus cabin. He knew it probably wasn't a very good idea, but he just couldn't stand the idea of a friend being mad at him… (Or wanting to kill him), without him not knowing what he did.

As he came to the cabins…he saw Jason dragging huge, things out of his cabin. He jogged over to where he was and asked him,

"Need help?"

His answer was a blow to the jaw.

"Ow… what was that for?" He asked, holding his jaw tenderly.

Jason sighed and dropped the black bag. "You really don't know?"

"No."

He grabbed Percy's bicep and dragged him inside the cabin. There, he turned his computer on and showed Percy a footage of…himself?

There was Percy grinning at the camera and mouthing some things that would have gotten him a bar of soap when he was younger. He then disappeared from view and came back dragging…a dead naiad. Percy gaped as the recording showed him bringing naiads after naiads and stuffing them in Jason's cabin. When he was done he walked towards the camera and said loud and clear,

"Hey Jason… these girls have you to thank for their deaths! This is…revenge." It sounded exactly like his voice and the camera shut off.

The cabin was engulfed in silence as they both stared at the screen.

Percy sat back… dumbfounded.

Jason looked at him tiredly. "Look man, I respect you and everything but this is a little too much. Why did you do it? Revenge for what? Honestly…I doubted it was you. But the evidence is right there. And plus, who else could catch a naiad?"

Percy shook his head. "It wasn't me. I swear it on the river Styx." Thunder crackled in the distance and they both flinched. Percy was shocked and insulted that Jason would even consider the fact that Percy did this. It was true that all the evidence pointed to him…but seriously?

Jason frowned, and immediately looked regretful. Apparently it pained him as well to be like this with a friend.

"Sorry Percy. I shouldn't have suspected you." He leaned forwards and rubbed his face tiredly. "It's been a hard night."

"There was more?" Percy asked, a bit wary of the answer.

"Yeah… all day there's been junk everywhere. Even…" He trailed off glancing at the restroom. "…never mind."

Percy didn't want to know.

Who was doing this… and why?

ΩAnnabeth Ω

"What am I going to do?" She stared at Nico through the sunglasses. "I can't let Percy see me like this!"

Nico shook his head. "You're taking this the wrong way, Percy can help."

"But—

He cut her off. "Think Annabeth! It's the only thing your good at, so do it!"

She blinked, silenced by the insult.

"It's Medusa all over again! Who created Medusa in the first place?" he glared at her with his hard, angry eyes. He had thankfully changed back from his clothes so it was easier to take him seriously now.

"My mother… Athena." She responded. She was thankful for the question. It gave her something to think about and know she could focus over her panic.

"My mother did this!?" She exclaimed, outraged.

As soon as the words left her mouth the water in the toilet began to bubble. It spun and churned and slowly the ripples smoothed out. They stared at the toilet in astonishment as the face of Poseidon appeared on the surface.

"Annabeth," He spoke. His voice that usually sounded like a sunny day at the beach now sounded angry and exhausted.

"You are correct. It is your mother that has done this. We have been in a little…argument." His voice sounded pained. "I'm sorry, but we could not allow for you and my son to be together."

"What? That-that's not fair!" She spluttered.

"Be glad that I bothered to explain, child. More than your mother did." His voice disappeared.

She glared at the toilet and the snakes around her hissed angrily. Slowly, she felt the first coil of bitterness rise inside of her.

Nico glanced at her, alarmed. "Don't. That's what made medusa the way she—

Suddenly, his eyes glazed over and his face transformed into an expression she knew well…. a cold, hard, appearance of superiority.

He spoke, but his voice was not his, it was her mother.

"Annabeth, child…I know that one day you will understand my motives. Poseidon has crossed a line, and—

"No!" Annabeth interrupted. "I don't care what your motives are!"

Nico and Athena reached over and slapped her, hard.

Immediately, her snakes reared back and hissed at her/him. Annabeth fought the urge to hiss as well. Her claws pulsed with energy, and she felt violence in every cell of her body.

"Your relationship with that wretched boy was unacceptable!"

The mention of Percy sent shocks down her spine.

"If he ever lays eyes on you he will turn into stone. I advise you leave Annabeth. Flee; you have brought shame onto my name."

"What? What about the Mark of Athena? I did that! I took down, your nemesis! I remodeled Olympus!"

Annabeth knew she probably sounded pathetic, but it was true. She had brought shame? We're her past achievements worth nothing? What about all the battles that she had won in her mother's name? All this was gone in her mother's eyes.

Again, she felt the cold tendril of bitterness rise in her heart.

"Annabeth," Her mother's eyes turned sad. "My child, do not think that I have forgotten thee. Your father is a wonderful man and you have been loyal to me. You have made me proud…

She/he paused, and Annabeth knew that she was not going to like what she said next.

"You have to merely slay the boy, and you will be redeemed."

With that, Nico's eyes rolled over in his head and he passed out.