Disclaimer: I do not own PJO.
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Annabeth's POV
I blinked, and realized everyone was staring at me. I was completely insane, according to Percy. He started to explain my strange nap while we sat down at a table. To me, the entire thing was real, and, how do you expect me to believe that? Well, if you want me to…
It was a dark, gloomy… PALACE?! WTF?
Percy was sitting on the throne… THRONE? I almost fainted. He was really handsome, and well, I was dressed in a long, silky silver dress, and a crown was on my head. I sat on the throne next to him and muttered: "What happened, Seaweed Brain?"
He gulped when Grover was dragged in, wearing a peasant outfit. "How do you expect me to know, miss I'm-now-a-queen?" he muttered back.
"We need to get out of here!" Nico said behind us, stiff in a guard outfit.
"NICO?!" we practically screamed, which startled almost everybody. The two guards holding Grover happened to be Beckendorf and Silena. They all looked confused, and Silena wiped a tear. "Look, Beckendorf, they're married!"
We both sent her death glares, and then blushed hard. We were married in this case…
But I was fidgeting, uncomfortable. Everyone was looking at us, revealing familiar campers. Percy shut them up by sending them soaking wet. Tidal waves do you good, don't they? I grinned, and then mumbled: "Where exactly are we?"
He looked at the canoe, which was on a river outside the palace gates. "Come on!"
He took me in his arms, then ran to the gate, pushing hard. I was still blushing…
Percy ran through the gate, and jumped into the canoe. Well, so much for this weird fairytale.
There. Happy? Now, we were looking at the 'Do not enter' area when Nico jumped in with: "Um, guys?"
We turned around and faced a dracanae. It was hissing, and I noticed we hadn't had a monster attack since the quest was launched. I pulled out my knife, Percy pulled out Riptide, and Grover started a tune on his reed pipes, while Nico grabbed his Stygian Iron sword. We managed to beat it down, and ran into the 'Do not enter' area, the yellow dust behind us leaving bar-visitors confused.