Chapter 7-Water call

A.N-Hey you guys! I know I know, long time... I sorta forgot about this story... this chapter I never put up so I am doing it now, also, I told myfriend that I will not read the 5th book till I finish this and I am going with my word, so most likely there will be a hella big load of "Percy Jackson and the end of time" hope you don't mind :) Oh and I am saying sorry now for any miss spelt words, I am bad at spelling...hehehe...hope you like.(this story was made up by me, but everything that came from Percy Jackson I do not own! just puting it out there)


The next time I woke up, it was dark out. I could hear the breaths of somebody next to me. Turning my head I could see the out-line of a body, Annabeth. She was still sitting in the chair that she was in all the other times, but her head was on her arms that rested on the side of my bed. I wondered if she had slept like that all the time when I had been 'passed out' (if you call death, or the darkness, passed out) or if she had gone back to her own bed where all her brothers and sister where. She was so beautiful when she slept that I couldn't bring myself to wake her up, even if it meant that her back would be hurting in the morning from the angle she slept in.

Looking out the window on the other side of the room, I could see the water from where I was. The moon looked like it was taking a bath in the water, the reflection the full moon. When it came to water it called to me…but what can I say I am the son of a Greek WATER God. But this time, the water called to me as if it was a human asking you to save their life, and you knew you could. The waters 'voice' was calling a way that my body could hear it but my ears couldn't.

Without thinking I slowly made my way out of bed, making slow movement not to wake Annabeth. In my head I knew I was doing something so stupid that even a two year old would know that it was the wrong thing to do. I walked down the stair, finding no one around to stop me. I could tell I was on one of the top floors, but I really couldn't tell how high, I didn't really care all that much to look around to find out, I just wanted to get to the water. My body was pulling me more then my mind.

The dewy on the ground made my feet go cold. I lost all feeling to them within seconds of walking off the warm floor that the big house had. I walked around where no one could see me; I made my way to the beach. The moon was about midway in the sky. With the light that came off the moon it was easy to stay clear of everything and everyone that was out that late at night (which was not a lot). Finally making it to the beach, the sand stuck to my feet, making it awkward to walk. Making my way closer to the water I found a peace of washed up wood, and sat on it.

Now that I was out in the fresh air, my mind started to work again. 'What made me want to come out here so bad in the first place? Freedom from the room that I had just slept in for the past couple of nights? Air, clean and pure? Or to just walk again. What ever it was, I was happy to be out side, by the sea. I felt it before it came; a wave that hit the sand with a crash that I swore could have woken up all the camp (but didn't). On said wave was a man. I didn't need to see his face to know who it was or to now see why I had come out to the beach. My father had called for me; in a way only I would ever really understand.


A.N short, yes I know so I will be puting up a longer one soon as I can, just need to put it on my computer and reread it and then it will be all yours to read!!

-Roo