AN: And another one! Woot woot! Anyway, read on my friends! I am doing this chapter in Percy's POV cuz the previous one was all song, so i figured i'd give him another one. :) also, im skipping some of the parts that don't involve Percy or Annabeth, cuz this is their story, no Jason's or Hera's, or the Stoll's. :) on another note, reveal for who Percy is. twist off of the movie to make it my own story.

After they had finished singing the door burst open and Gretta came in announcing, "I found the guards." Percy grabbed Annabeth's hand and rushed behind the bar.

"Where's Jackson? Where is he? I know he's in here somewhere." Jason, captain of the guard said, "Find him, turn the place upside down if you have to." He slammed his fist on the bar right above where Percy and Annabeth were hiding. Percy closed his eyes and prayed for an escape. If he was caught he would surely be recognized.

As Jason and his guards started searching, the hook-handed thug gestured for Percy to follow him. Percy followed and found the thug had led them to a secret passage.

"Go, live your dream." hook-handed thug said.

"I will." Percy said, as he realized he could live his dream.

"Your dream stinks. I was talking to her." Percy narrowed his eyes in a half hearted glare.

"Thank's for everything." Annabeth said, kissing the hook-handed thug on the cheek and making him blush. She took Percy's hand and hurried into the tunnel.

Percy didn't know what to think. He had just had a close call with Jason and his guard. If anyone caught him, it would mean the end of the line for his plans.

Flashback

Percy peered into the corridor, looking for guards. There were none so he tip-toed past his father's chambers, the throne room, and the foyer. He made it to the courtyard, where he swung up onto a waiting horse, and galloped away before anyone knew he was gone. He had left his circlet indicating his status behind, as well as his royal clothes, in favour of peasant clothes.

"I need to get away." Percy said to himself. People thought that King Poseidon of Atlantis was a good father to his son, but Percy knew better. Percy knew his father didn't care about him, he never had since his mother had died.

Percy galloped past the drawbridge guards and into the night, planning on making his own way, and staying anonymous as Percy Jackson, not Prince Percy of Atlantis.

End flashback.

"Well that got us safe." Percy said, getting his mind off his past and focusing in his present. "didn't know you had it in you back there."

"I Know!" Annabeth said, excited. "I know." She repeated calmer. "So, Percy, where you from?"

"Oh, no no no, Wise Girl. I don't do back story." Percy said, his voice shaking. "however, I am becoming very interested in yours." He sidled closer to her playfully. "Now, I know I'm not supposed to ask about the hair."

"Nope."

"Or the mother."

"Uh uh."

"Frankly I'm too scared to ask about the parrot." This comment earned Percy a glare from Pascal.

"Owl." Annabeth corrected.

"Whatever, but here's my question: if you wanted to see the lanterns so badly, why haven't you gone before?"

"Uh, hey, well..." Annabeth started to say, but the ground began shaking, "Uhh, Percy, Percy!" She shouted as guards could be seen from the other end of the tunnel.

"Run!" Percy said as they gathered up Annabeth's hair and ran for their lives. They emerged from the tunnel, and fond themselves at a cliff.

What do we do now?

AN: Tadaa! So, Percy is actually a Prince. pretty good if i do say so myself. please tell me what you think. Is it stupid? Confusing? Contradictory? (I tend to do that) Please r&r.