I am aware that I accidentally said "Peter" instead of "Percy" in the last chapter, please stop bringing it up. Thank you :)

Annabeth (POV)

Annabeth was standing, barefoot, in a barren land that stretched on for miles and miles, with nothing in either direction. The ground was nothing but cobalt rock, smoothed to a marble texture that gave her the feeling that if she slipped, she'd never stop sliding. The sky was a dark grey that reminded her of smoke, the kind that would be seen from a forest fire. It shifted and swirled hypnotically, sometimes giving off the impression of winged creatures flying in its midst.

A snippy breeze wafted over her skin from the left, sending goosebumps up her arm. It carried with it the smell of the sea, a comfort compared to the oppressive sky and cold rock.

Annabeth followed it, allowing the feel of ocean air and smell of sea salt to act as her guide. Gradually, the rock broke down into soft grains of sand that shifted from black to a pink-ish white. The grey sky lifted away to reveal a blue sky beneath its pressing force; the sound of crashing waves reached her ears not to long after.

The next thing she knew, the dark atmosphere she had been in melted away into a beach. Here palms trees rose majestically from the ground, sprouting against a gorgeous blue sky that seemed as deep as the sea; the ocean itself was a crystal green-blue that seemed as still as glass aside from the slow, peaceful waves that lolled against the sand and rocks.

Annabeth felt her breath wisk from her lungs at the sheer beauty of it.

And there, standing just above the roll of the waves, was Percy. His hair was tousled in his usual, messy way; his eyes beautifully reflected the color of the ocean, only shimmered with humor and mischief. He wore his usual Camp clothes, jeans with a CHB shirt and sneakers; his bead necklace hung from his neck, resting lazily just below his shirt collar.

Percy turned his head to the side, looking at Annabeth with a smirk tugging at his lips. "Come on Wisegirl, the water's not so bad." he called, stepping toward the surf.

Annabeth felt her heart lift, and she felt the urge to join him in. To relax and enjoy each other's company; just be boyfriend and girlfriend for a while, with no school, no monsters, and no gods interrupting.

But, as she moved to go to him, something nagged at the back of her skull. Something didn't wasn't right.

Percy took another step toward the water, his eyes playful and urging her to come over. But Annabeth felt suddenly rooted to the spot. The smile disappeared from her face as she thought fiercely to figure out what was wrong with the situation.

Another step, this time Percy's toe barely missed the touch of the rolling waves. Startled, Annabeth realized the water was getting aggressive. It seemed to lurch for Percy now, scratching at the ground with cold fingers, reaching for his feet to drag him under.

Suddenly, the palm tree's seemed more like beastial hands tearing apart the breeze, and the sky seemed too big and too dark to be beautiful. The ocean was no longer a peaceful, calming view, but a Venus Flytrap drawing in its latest victim; getting ready to snap its dooming jaws on its prey.

Percy didn't know, he didn't realize he was in danger.

"Wait!" Annabeth shouted, running for him. The water was barely an inch from him. "Percy, its trap! Back away! BACK AWAY!"

Percy stopped, looking at her in bewilderment. But it was already too late, the water jumped forward and pooled around his feet, all the way up to his ankles. Anything Percy had to say was lost in his lips, as his eyes widened in horror.

All of the sudden, his skin was leeched of its healthy hue; his shining hair fell limp and seemed to lose its color; his lips cracked and started to bleed; his limbs fell limp and weak by his sides; and his eyes were drained of their color and emotion.

Annabeth made it by his side, and pulled him from the poisonous water. She and Percy fell back on the sand, "Percy!" she called, looking down at him in panic.

He didn't respond, he barely breathed. He simply stared at the dark sky, about as responsive as a rock. "Come on Seaweed Brain." Annabeth pleaded. "You can't leave me yet."

The water rose up in the air, higher and swirling maddeningly. The wind suddenly picked up and ripped at Annabeth's clothes and hair. The wave curled higher and higher, standing over the two half-bloods like a blood-thirsty giant.

Annabeth placed herself over Percy, becoming a barrier between him and the violent element. "You can't have him!" she yelled. She could sense something in the water, something watching her; it wanted Percy, it wanted her Seaweed Brain. It wanted to leech the life from him; wishing to leave nothing by a husky corpse in the place of her boyfriend.

"Go away!" she screamed, her hand reaching for a dagger that wasn't there. "You can't have him!"

The water rose high, turning darker and darker till it looked black. Then, it crashed down. Annabeth flung herself over Percy's body, trying to protect as much of him as she could.

The water was upon them in seconds.

She fought, and she clung to Percy, trying to stay with him as the water rose higher and higher above them. But it was all for not, as he was suddenly pulled away from her fingers and she was alone in the inky water.

Annabeth was tossed around like a rag-doll, flipping through the water of hitting into rocks. She panicked when her lungs began to burn, and she fought to swim up to the surface. But something grabbed her by her ankles and dragged her down farther, farther, farther.

Images raced through her head, some of which she didn't recognize.

She saw a group of shadowed people clustered in what looked like a dark cave, all muttering angrily at one another.

She saw another of the Grey-sisters, all fighting over the eye and screaming at Annabeth about the water.

She saw herself and Percy walking up Half-Blood Hill, only she now noticed a black figure standing at the edge of the forest, watching them; she caught the faintest whispers of a smell carried through the wind.

She saw the water pushing Percy away, the warning of the sea nymphs.

And she saw Poseidon, sitting in his throne underwater. His clothes were worn and wrinkled, there were bags under his haunted eyes, his Trident was at his feet - forgotten. The sea god looked up at Annabeth, his face almost pleading as he whispered, "Save my son!" before that image disappeared too.

Something laughed in her ear, "What are ye doing to do, Athena brat. You couldn't even save him from himself." the voice was cold as ice and as cruel as a merciless wave. Her hands were pulled behind her back and a powerful hand closed around her throat.

She felt the presence of many more beings around her, all laughing and jeering as she jerked and struggled for air.

Annabeth lurched up from her bed, gasping loudly, causing her blankets to fall from her body and onto the floor. Despite the frigid breeze, her skin was hot and feverish and sweaty. Her lungs burned as if she really had been just strangled.

Swallowing thickly, she rubbed her bare arms and listened to her hoarse breathing.

Everything came back to her. The ride with the Grey Sisters, the warning to stay away from water - how had she forgotten something like that?!

It didn't make sense, Annabeth couldn't have forgotten. And she definitely would have never let Percy go by water if it wasn't good for him.

But she had; she didn't remember the warning, and Percy was the one who paid the price.

Annabeth, still breathing heavily, looked out of her window, catching a glimpse of the water of the sea, illuminated by the moon. But she broke out into a cold sweat when she noticed a dark figure standing on the beach, seeming to stare right back at her.

Then she blinked, and it was gone.

That's all I got for now. Hope it answers some questions. Hope you enjoyed!