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Annabeth

"Up you go," Poseidon said quietly, gesturing towards the funnel he had created. It was a slim, spinning funnel that cut straight through the ceiling of the prison and up to the beach. "I will bring Percy."

Thalia stepped into the funnel and soon zoomed up out of sight to the surface. After another lingering glance at Percy, Annabeth followed. She spun rapidly up the funnel, temporarily blinded by the churning water and bubbles.

They stepped onto the beach, completely dry. Annabeth didn't bother to answer all the questions that were thrown at them, or even wonder how she could possibly be dry – she turned and stared down in the water, watching Poseidon. Her heart pounded with anxiety, and Chiron gripped her shoulder. Hazel and Frank had stepped up to them, looking intently in the water.

The sea god was gathering his son gently in his arms. Then he shot up to the surface and stepped gracefully ashore. His face was grave as he set Percy down softly on the sand.

The nervous talking and whispering between the onlooking campers faded to stunned silence as Poseidon put Percy down. Percy was unconscious, his eyes closed, but still breathing faintly.

Annabeth could sense the fear and distress of the campers at seeing Percy like this. She ran to kneel beside him.

His eyes were closed, his face pale, and he was bleeding from several wounds on his body. Annabeth gently pushed back his hair, away from his eyes. She wished that she could see his green eyes that she had missed so much. Annabeth shifted, about to take his hand, but Poseidon stopped her.

"His arm is broken," He said quietly. "Let's first get him fixed up."

Chiron stepped up to stand beside them, his eyes filled with concern. "Bring him to the Big House."

Hazel

Hazel was shocked and scared to see Percy so badly hurt; she had always seem him fit and full of energy. On the quest, his unswerving loyalty and strength had kept them all together. Hazel walked slowly towards him, biting her lip.

"Why isn't he waking up?" Frank had asked earlier on.

"He's been through a lot," Chiron replied gently. "He needs to rest both his body and his heart."

Now, Percy lay still and pale on a bed in the Big House. Chiron had assured them that he would make a full recovery, but nonetheless Annabeth had been by his side the entire night.

She didn't say anything as Hazel sat down beside her, but Hazel saw that her eyes were filled with tears and rimmed with red.

"Hey," Hazel said quietly.

"Hey," Annabeth's voice was hoarse. She swallowed as she stared at Percy's face, so still and serene. Then without warning, tears began to fall from her eyes. She let out a small sob, her shoulders shaking.

Hazel didn't hesitate; she hugged Annabeth with as much reassurance as she could. Annabeth looked at her gratefully, a small smile on her lips.

Percy

Percy's entire body hurt like one giant bruise. He winced from the pain that lanced through him, and let out a groan.

But beneath the pain was a bone-deep weariness and exhaustion. He felt a fear and tiredness that seemed to grab his heart. For the first time in years, he felt like crumpling into his mom's arms and breaking down. His mother...how long had it been since he had seen her? It felt like years.

He tried to recall what had happened, but his vision and memory were fuzzy. He remembered hearing his father's voice...had he imagined it?

Trying to breathe evenly, he listened to his surroundings. Where was he? If he was to wake again in that horrible underwater prison...Percy shuddered. His heartbeat accelerated and he clenched his hands into fists, sending a searing pain through his left arm. Spasms of fear and panic shot through him, and he gasped for breath.

It seemed like he was in a big room, with quiet conversations going on around him. Suddenly, he singled out a voice that he had been aching to hear for many months. An image of a beautiful girl with blonde princess curls and startling, stormy grey eyes flashed in his mind.

Opening his eyes, he saw with his eyes exactly what he had seen in his mind. The girl smiled as she stroked his hair, soothing his fear and calming his racing heart. Percy stared at her, drinking in every detail.

"Annabeth?"