Chapter 8-

"Annabeth went into the Poseidon cabin with Percy. They didn't worry about breaking the rule. Percy kicked thing of chair and sat Annabeth down, He crouched and they hugged. "Annabeth, I need to know what is going on. What magic?" Percy asked. Annabeth was crying and so Percy hugged her more.

"It is dark and very rare magic. It is only used in hate or mislead. Though, when you use it, you tend to think its hate. I realise now that you didn't push him," Annabeth sobbed. Percy sighed.

"We need to tell everyone. We-"

"No!" Annabeth shouted. Percy looked confused, then sighed in realisation in how complicated this actually gets.

"Explain," Percy said.

"If you tell, you will die. There is only one way to save you, and it is unknown. Only people who have used it know. But, I can talk to Grover; try to convince him to save you. You can't come, because then he would only see hate, and he won't be willing to save you. It's worth a try," Annabeth said, and Percy nodded. Percy looked at the timer. 7 hours.

"You know, in 7 hours, this will kill me. THIS. Probably a bomb. I don't know. All I know is that this will kill me," Percy sobbed, and Annabeth kissed him to make him feel better.

"It won't kill you. Not when I talk to Grover. He WILL save you Percy Jackson. Just you see," Annabeth encouraged, and it done the work that needed to be done. "Now, I suggest you talk to Clarisse and Chris, just in case.

"You die while doing this, I'll kill you a second time!" Percy joked. Annabeth let out a sniffled laugh.

"Bye Percy," She said and they hugged one last time. Annabeth left the cabin. Percy shortly after came out of the cabin too. All of a sudden, images of some kind of fire started to flash in his mind. He soon realised it was Greek fire. Percy collapsed, but it didn't seem like another flashback was coming.

Fire burning everywhere. It was mass destruction, a little boy sat in the middle of it all, about to burn, sucking on a dreadful fact. Not only that he was going to die, but another thought. Just then the fire touched him, and the little boy let out a scream.

Percy sat up. He had no idea what that meant, but it was clearly important.