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Chapter Eleven: I Make Plans and Meet My Godly Dad

Andy POV

I was shaking as I watched my best friend die on the ground in front of me. I knew she was really in the room across the hall, but she had died. And then the Fates had saved her. Why? What was she important for? Was that Paris chic still at Camp, because of she is, I'll be opening a can of whoop-ass.

I was taken out of the dream at the same time as Monique, but suprisingly I was still asleep, just in a different dream.

I'm really, really hating demi-god dreams at the moment.

I looked around at my surroundings. I was standing in the middle of a volcano. I yelped as I jumped away from the lava, no sorry, magma that was flowing around my feet. I coughed as ash filled my lungs, but it wasn't half as bad as I expected it to be. The I realised that, in a dream, my senses were dulled, so I was only smelling a quarter of the ash and smoke and feeling half the heat.

That really didn't improve my mood.

I looked up. Miles above me I could see the tiny opening of the volcano, which I knew was actually miles wide. It was a tiny dot of blue sky against the black rocks and ash that billowed around me.

"Sorry for bringing you here, I couldn't really get any, uh, further away." A voice said from behind a huge cloud of ash. I half-expected Rhea to pop up and tell me something (hopefully about that Riley dude) but it was a male voice who spoke. I then thought Riley, but if this Riley dude wanted to kill me then why would he be apologising and stuttering?

That's right, he wouldn't.

So, ruling out the people who wanted to kill me, I decided it was better to ask him aloud, but he answered before I voiced my question.

"Perc- uh- Perse- um..." he stumbled and I held back a snort at him, I felt as if I really shouldn't be snorting at PercuhPerseum.

"PercuhPerseum. What a lovely name. I can only imagine what high school was like for you," I smirked.

Then guys (who I still couldn't see) huffed and said in a stronger voice, "Percy. Percy Jackson."

I bit my lip to hold in the gasp I was about to take. Why would my dad, no sorry he didn't deserve that title, why would Lord Perseus be dreaming/whatever this is-ing me?

"Yes, and I'm Bond. James Bond." I rolled my eyes to hide the shock. Then he stepped out of the ash and I saw my father for the first time.

His hair was a mess of black on his head, clumped together with dry blood and sweat. His body was tan and, I'll admit... well built... but he was covered in cuts and bruises. And I mean covered. His arms, legs and chest were covered in bruises that were a sickly collage of blue, yellow, green, purple and black. His wrists were red and raw from where chains had dug into them and he had a nasty slice across his face that was bleeded golden ichor down his face. His clothes were torn and stained with ichor while his left knee looked incredibly dislocated. Then there were his eyes, the deep sea-green so much like my own, it looked weird, like I was looking at my eyes in a mirror, but it was so different at the same time.

"You look... horrible," I said, meeting his eyes. "And I've put up with freckle faced Mackenzie Bobofit for seven years, I know what-"

"Bobofit?" Percy asked suddenly.

"Yes..." I confirmed, eyeing him wairily.

Percy looked suprised, "Who in the world would like Nancy Bobofit?" he asked himself.

I raised my voice, "No one. The guy Sloan left her and the bit- I mean, Mackenzie."

"Sloan?" Percy asked again, taken abake by the name and I guessed he knew both of them.

"That's what I said, wasn't it?" I snapped, getting impatient. "Any reason I'm here, or do you just fancy a chat after twelve-or-so years?"

I knew I was being an idiot. He didn't know about me for twelve-or-so years. I was being majorly unfair and not to mention rude, but I was angry. Angry at him, angry at mum, furious at the Olympians! I mean, I'm risking the lives of my friends to save him when the stupid gods should do it them-bloody-selves.

"Andromeda-" Percy started, reaching out to touch my arm but I lerched away.

"Touch me and I'll poke one of those bruises," I threatened. Not the best threat in the world, but it would still hurt. And apparently Perseus got that. He dropped his hand to his side and looked at me intently.

"Annabeth was right," he mused quietly.

I met his gaze, "Where's mum? How is she? ANSWER ME FOR GODS SAKE!" I ordered, stepping closer to Percy. Even though he was a good head taller than me and a god to-boot, he still cowered under my glare, something I had learned from mum years ago.

"She-she's good," he lied.

"DON'T LIE TO ME ABOUT HER!" I yelled. Percy grabbed both of my wrists and held them tight so I couldn't move.

"Andromeda..."

"NO!" I yelled then lowered into a deadly voice. "Don't you dare lie to me, if she isn't in perfect health by the time I find her I'll have your head. You don't deserve to be close to her, you left her and you left me. So just run of to your little Olympians and leave us alone."

"An-"

"Bye."

I kicked and hit him in the shin so he realsed my hands and I retreated back and was pulled out of the dream and back onto the Princess Andromeda.

Hundreds of miled away, Percy frowned, "Well that didn't go well."

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. I had been a prat and I knew it. I had no idea why I'd said what I did, I would never say that, well, at least without a reason. I shook my head. No reason to wonder why I'd said it, I had still said it and Percy— Perseus, dad, PercuhPerseum, father, Bob, whoever— was probably incredibly annoyed at me.

I threw a pillow against the wall in frustration. I jumped at the resulting CRASH! as the newly replaced vase smashing into a thousand glittering pieces against the hard floor.

"Oops," I muttered as I slipped out of bed and got changed. It was early in the morning, about 6 or 7 o'clock. Far to early for a normal teen to be up, but I wanted to talk to Monique about her brother, Leo.

I walked out of the stateroom and into the hall, opened the door to Monique's room only to find it empty. I closed the door quietly and went searching.

I found her on the main deck. She was leaning on the very front rail of the ship, where just a few hours ago I was clinging onto for dear life as we tumbled into a whirlpool. It was windy, like insanly so, and her hair was blowing behind her as she curled into her jumper. I joined her, likewise sticking my hands into my pockets, but she didn't notice me for a few minutes (or she was ignoring me which was probably the most likly case.) Monique turned to me and tried to smile.

A single glistening tear slid down her cheek and wrapped my arms around her.

"He saved me, Andy. Did you know that?" Monique asked quietly. I knew who she was refering to. So, Leo Anderson saved his sister Monique Anderson. "We were twins, too. He was older by 7 minutes."

That suprised me, Monique had had a twin brother? Urgh, I can only handle one Monique let alone another one!

"He saved you," I said. "Then I owe him something, otherwise I mightn't have my best friend."

Monqiue looked up, a sort of small smile on her face, "Yeah, then you'd of had to put up with those two by yourself."

We both laughed.

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Mount Etna, Sicily

Percy opened his eyes and was back in the chains on Mount Etna. He hung his head. His meeting with Andromeda didn't go as he planned.

"How'd it go, Seaweed Brain?"

Percy looked up at Annabeth, "Uh... alright?"

Annabeth knit her eyebrows, "Oh gods, you called her Andromeda instead of Andy didn't you? Urgh, you are such a Seaweed Brain!"

"Thanks, Wise Girl. Did you teach her to glare or what?"

Annabeth smiled, "Oh yeah, she's good like that. I'm pretty sure she could give Thalia a run for her money."

"Yeah, so do I. And she kicks hard."

"She kicked you?" asked Annabeth. "I don't know whether I should reprime her or laugh at you."

"I like the former." Percy smiled.

"Ha ha! Suck, Perce. You got kicked by a 12 year old!" Annabeth laughed, earning a half-hearted glare from Percy.

"I said the former."

"Yeah, so I do the latter."

"You're not nice, Wise Girl."

"I know, Seaweed Brain."

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Princess Andromeda, 36o 42' N 21o 48' W

It was 3pm and Josh was finally out of bed. Contrary to whatever Alex tells you I did not tip ice-cold water on him to get him out of bed.

It was cold, not ice-cold.

Anyway, he was awake and we all sat in the main lounge 'discussing' plans.

"Okay, so let me get this straight," Alex almost growled, fists by his side. "Rhea, Kronos' wife, mother of the gods ecetera, sent you a dream telling you that Lord Perseus and Annabeth have been kidnapped and Kronos' demi-god son is luring us into a trap, and you forgot to tell us?"

I crossed my arms, "Well so-ree if it slipped my mind while we were sinking into a whirl-pool and getting attacked on Bermuda, Alex! I don't see you doing anything useful!"

"I'm helping to plan!" Alex yelled as he stood up, knocking his chair over as he did.

"What's the plan then, Alexander?" I sneered, standing up to face him.

"You're suposed to be the smart one, Andromeda!"

"So you don't have a clue do you?"

"I—"

"URGH! BOTH OF YOU, SHUT UP!" Josh yelled. "I don't care Andy, sit."

Reluctantly, we both did still glaring daggers at each other.

Monique massaged her temples, "Zeus almighty you two are giving me a headache." She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. "Alright, so what do we know?"

"Onions are disgusting?" Josh supplied, shrugging.

"What? I love onions," I complained. "Tomato's horrible."

"No it's not."

"Cooked it is."

"Yeah, I have to agree with you there."

"But on the BBQ—"

"Guys! We're getting off subject here," Monique interviened before we began a verbal food fight. She shook her head. "Okay, what do we know that's related to the quest?"

"Boats are really—" Josh began before Alex cut him off.

"Josh? Shut up," he said before turning to Monique. "For starters we know that Perseus and Annabeth have been captured and are being held on Mount Etna."

"Yeah, and that Triton told us different," I put in. "I mean, you couldn't be misinformed about someone being captured."

"He said that this was a test right? Maybe Perseus set this the got captured." Alex suggested.

"Yes, Alex. His captor then held him on Mount Etna where he had set Andy to go." Josh rolled his eyes but Monqiue's eyes lit up.

"No... if his captor held him where we were already set to go it would be a perfect trap. If we didn't find out we could blame Perseus for sending us into the trap and avoid the captor getting caught."

"Yeah, that makes sense," Alex agreed. "But who would benefit from that?"

"Riley," I said and everyone turned to me. "Kronos' half-blood son, the one I was telling you about. Rhea seems sorta... I dunno... scared of him."

"Scared?" Josh asked. "How bad would he be to scare a Titan?"

"Well, he'd be a demi-titan himself, wouldn't he?" Alex asked. "And a son of Kronos t'boot. It would be hard for him to be a pr—"

"Alex!"

"—ick." Alex smiled innocently at Monique who had reprimed him.

Josh and I laughed. Then I got an idea, if we could... yeah... make it look like... probably... 'Kavouri, what do you think?'

Hmm... wah?

'What do you think of my plan?'

It sounds good, but you should run it through Monique, she'll work it out.

'Yeah, I will. Thanks, Kav.'

No problamo!

I smiled and tuned back into the converstion, "Okay guys, here's the plan..."

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Like it? Hate it? Review! I'm aiming for 150 reviews now! :)

I need ideas for things for Percy and Annabeth to talk about/do on Mount Etna before they are saved because I am upset that I don't have much Percabeth. :(

Guys, just a bit of news. I'm pretty sure this story is coming very close to being finished. They just need to go to one more place in the next chapter and get beaten up by a few more monsters (:) and then get to Etna and whoop-ass, so I'd guestmate about... 4 or 5 more chapters. So stay in there! :)

Now: a test for all of my readers. I want you to (in a review) type out the sentance below WITHOUT LOOKING AT THE KEYBOARD. Let's see if you know the key board well.

The Sentance: Percy Jackson in the best in the world.

My Attempt: Pwrvy Kackson is the nest in teh wotld.

Wow, that was better then I though I'd do... go on and try! I'll be picking the best next chapter and giving them a shout out! :) Remember, do the capitals too!

Have a good Valentine's Day,
~Emily