Stupid. Author. Stupid. Author. SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES! (Read DryParatroopa's second review for a short summary) I'll have to, like, delete some chapters or something…my mind went in two different directions at once. Here's my excuse: It was a dumb blonde moment. Kay?

Long story short: In one chapter, Ailee was claimed…in another, it said she hadn't been claimed. LET'S JUST GO WITH OPTION TWO, OKAY? Otherwise you've, like, completely ruined this whole mystery-thrill-suspense-torture the readers—I mean, be nice to the readers thing I have going here.

Well! I have been very bad at updating…even though I consider six chapters in less than a week a new record. Still! Now that it is Saturday I can once again cater to your every whim, okay? So no murdering me just 'cause I took a few days off, yeah? Good. I'm glad we've come to a virtual (aka invented in my head) understanding. SPARKLES AND SUGARY UNICORN FLUFF FOR ALL! I quote my imagination that invented Sugary Unicorn Fluff: Sugary Unicorn Fluff is a completely artificial product and no unicorns were harmed in its making. See? We're all good, and I'm sure you're 1) thinking I'm weirder than ever (no I am not, I have always been this bad J) and 2) wanting to kill me for making such a long author's note WHICH YOU SHOULD BE READING (!) and 3) oh wait, there was no 3. Sorry! Onwards we go!

ENJOY!

Hmm…Should I do Anna or Ailee? GOT IT! Ailee, my darling, we must catch up. Wait…we caught up last chapter. All righty then, Anna dear, I really must apologize for forgetting about you…AHH! SHE'S AFTER ME! HELP! HELP! Just kidding. Still here!

ANNA

Anna woke up the next morning after a long, peaceful sleep. No nightmares, shockingly. The Hermes cabin was so silent…wait, she wasn't in the Hermes cabin. She was allowed one blissful moment of confusion, then her brain was flooded with…well, everything.

Darn it, she thought. Flashback city, here I come. You know, I'm getting sick of this memory stuff…

When Hecate had finished her dramatic speech, Anna had blacked out. Again. When she woke up, of course no time had passed, and of course nobody remembered Hecate.

Stewart and Anna had sat silently for a few moments, listening to the campers sing. "So," Anna said quietly. "Should I tell Chiron?"

"Tell him what?" Stewart asked, his round brown eyes showing nothing but innocence and confusion.

"You know," Anna had said. "Remember this morning?" She was more annoyed than worried. How could Stu forget? It had been the biggest moment of her life—the parts she remembered, anyways.

"Yeah," Stewart said. "It was normal. I gave you an apple, you said you owed me. I said we should play Pac Man, you bugged me, and then we went to archery with my cabin and the rest of the Hermes kids. Well, I mean, you're not exactly a Hermes kid. You're still…you know. Unclaimed. But—"

"Stewart," Anna interrupted. "You're lying."

"No," he protested. "Annie, you okay?"

"Of course. Why would I be—" Anna stopped. In the sudden silence, the crackle of the campfire was deafening. "What…?"

"Anna," Stewart said, voice hushed. "Look."

Anna shivered. It was the same thing he'd said when she had been claimed. Claimed. Claimed. Claimed. The word echoed in her head. Dreading the sight, she followed Stewart's gaze, just in time to catch the fading trident.

"You have been claimed," Chiron's face was lined and his eyes were ancient, and Anna suddenly wondered if he knew. If he hadn't forgotten. "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses, Lord of the Sea. Hail, Anna Thyme, Daughter of Poseidon."

"All hail the Daughter of Poseidon," echoed the campers, kneeling. That had been the beginning of when Anna's life fell apart.

She had moved to the Poseidon cabin. It was already in use, sort of. Percy Jackson lived here, or he used to. Remnants of his teen self were everywhere. Pictures of him with his friends, with his mom. Pictures of times past.

Anna had taken herself and her stuff to the bunk farthest inside the cabin, in a nook off to the side. Apparently Percy hadn't discovered it, or hadn't found it interesting enough. She dusted it off and piled her stuff there. There was a nice little window with a pleasant view of the lake. Shockingly, Anna fell asleep almost instantly…and here she was.

Anna opened her eyes, again. She suddenly felt suffocated by the cramped space, and bolted out into the main part of the cabin. She screeched to a sudden halt, however. A figure stood in the doorway. It turned around. "I've been wanting to meet you for a long, long time…"

Dun dun dun dun! Please review, bug me about my mistakes, etc. I just wanted to give a shout-out to Russo'sRainbows. I've been reading her story quite a lot lately and I wanted to say, I LOVE IT! Since the review-thingy isn't working. You all should read it, seriously. To quote foreverskysong, another awesome author, "Bring a box or tissues…or three." Cheers!