A/N: Happy Fourth of July! So, I told you that I would update, but instead of only one chapter, I'm doing two, so I guess this is my Fourth of July present to you. I can't tell you all how grateful I am for all your views and great comments. I started this story only 20 days ago and already I've gotten almost 2,000 hits, 10 followers, and 10 people who alerted this story! I think for the Fourth of July I might write a one-shot about Percy and Annabeth's Fourth of July date mentioned in the Demigod Files (look at me, ranting about how I don't like being mushy in my writing and here I'm writing a one-shot about just that) so watch out for that, too! Also, the poll question stays the same, so pretty please answer it: In what book did you think Annabeth and Percy started developing feelings for each other? Happy 4th of July again! This chapter will be in Percy's POV. P.S. sorry, about how long and pretty pointless that last chapter was, I think I was just babbling, so I think that this one will make up for it, along with the one-shot that I hope you all will view? :) Hailey

Percy couldn't believe that he had survived through dinner without walking into a wall. He was so transfixed, so deep in thought. A never-ending string of thoughts were bee-lining through his mind, all about his mysterious dream. Someone is looking for me. Someone is worried about me. Someone was crying over me. He then thought about this morning. Was it really only this morning? When he was in the woods, looking for the camp, and that voice had appeared in his head. The familiar intimidation he felt when he met Reyna. This was way too much to take in for one day.

Percy walked into his cabin, surprised to see an assortment of fresh clothes laid out on the bed, along with his beat-up backpack, where he had claimed his bedside table. Weird. He had figured that there were about five people in this entire magic boot camp that actually knew he existed, and that all of them hated him, except for maybe that short buff guy, Dakota, who looked at him like he was Superman when he pulled the thing with the water bottle. They announced that he was the new camper at dinner, but no one really seemed care. Still. Who would give him all this stuff? No one cared about him being there that much, except for maybe the blonde girl, Annabeth, but she was in some forest alone with a not-very helpful brunette to keep her company.

Nevertheless, Percy put the clothes in the little trunk by his bed, showered, and climbed into his five-star hotel rated "cot". The pillow was too fluffy, so he grabbed his backpack out of the little trunk to get his pillow pet. When he opened it up, he was shocked to see that someone had sliced the panda stuffed animal into two symmetrical pieces. An envelope was sticking out of stuffing on the right hand side. Percy sat down on the bed, examining it carefully, but right when he was just about to open it, he heard someone say his name.

"—I really don't think Percy Jackson—"

"Gwen," the voice sounded only slightly familiar, but Percy figured the girl who didn't think he could do whatever was Gwendolyn. "I know that you've seen me go through this phase before, but I have a feeling. After that stunt with the water bottle, and he is the son of Neptune, I just knew. He is the one. He must be." Percy froze when he heard her say that. Someone had said that to him before, or at least about him. But when? Where? Thinking about it, trying to remember, made his brain hurt. He'd better stop. But still, when?

He turned his mind back to the mysterious letter, which he then tore open. It was a simple piece of notebook paper that read:

We need to talk. Meet me at the shooting range tomorrow at 10. Reyna.

Percy was a little annoyed. He couldn't help thinking, you chopped up my pillow pet so you can use it to store murder mystery notes? So much for being "the one". He turned over the paper and groaned.

P.S. We don't use pillow pets at the Legion. Sorry.