DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS. BUT YOU KNEW THAT, RIGHT?

Annabeth's Point of View, again

I woke up from near-suffocation who-knows-how much later. I pushed the pillow away from my face to get fresh oxygen. I looked over at Percy's bedside clock; it read 11:11. Make a wish, I thought bitterly to myself. But I did make a wish, all the same. Please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top have Percy come back and love me again. Please. I'll never curse the Gods again, if you do. Pleaseeeeee. I tried to fit as many pleas in there before the clock changed. I realized how childish I was after I'd done it, but oh well. No changing the past, to some extent. I sat up groggily and rubbed my eyes until all traces of sleep and/or crying were gone. I tried fruitlessly to fix my hair until I just pulled it up into a very sleepy pony tail.

When I had deemed myself socially acceptable, I exited the cabin with as much dignity as I could muster. I slowly made my way over to the Big House, expecting for someone to wonder where I was. But no. I came in to see Dyniousis and Chiron playing some game of cards that I didn't recognize. Dyniousis was shouting some very colorful words which came to an abrupt stop when I entered.

"Hello, Annabelle," Dyniousis said. I didn't bother to correct him; I didn't have the energy.

"Your things are on the table over there, if that's why you're here." Chiron motioned over to the back of the room without removing his eyes from the cards.

I shuffled over to the table and grabbed my knife and its strap. I walked back outside quickly.

I roamed the entire camp in hopes of finding Percy. I was currently searching the outer rim of the forest. I wondered where everyone else was, but then I realized: it was close to midnight. I would have mentally slapped myself, but a loose tree branch did it for me. I totally could have stood up to that tree branch had I not been so weak. But me, the weak sissy, got knocked over like one of those baby trees in a windstorm. I hit the ground hard, and began to see spots.

I knew that it would be very bad for me to pass out in the forest, so I stood up, ready to attempt to reach camp. I was very slow, but I like to think that I made some progress. That is, until, I realized that I should have reached camp by now.

I turned around to go back the way I came, only to trip on a tree branch. What little wind was left in me got knocked out when I hit the forest floor.

I used my upper arm strength to try and stand up again, only to crumble under the weight.

"Crud," I said to myself. I knew the odds of someone finding me out here.

Based on the pain in my head, I determined that I had a concussion. I probably was going to loose consciousness pretty soon. And by the time that the others noticed my absence, they would have to actually find me, which could take hours. This might be the head concussion talking, but I didn't really recognize this area of the forest.

I used my feet to push myself more into the open, just to increase the odds of someone finding me.

I only had enough energy to call out for help once before the stars cut off all of my vision.

A/N: I thought you guys needed another chapter after my long absence. I've made a vow to never loose my flash drive again. Please Review!

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