For those of you who keep asking for different peoples POVs, I'm doing this like the book the Lost Hero where each character gets two chapters and always in the same order (That order is Percy, Annabeth, Reyna, Hazel). These are the other four demigods I think/hope are part of the Great Prophecy. I'm sticking to it, no extra's for Percy and I'll try to tell what's going in Camp Half-Blood through Annabeth, but that's about it. I hope you guys like this chapter, though I think I spilt some blood writing it, no matter how short it is.

Chapter 11

Annabeth

Athena's daughter couldn't believe the situation she was in. Gaea had captured her for the sole purpose of breaking her boyfriend. No, she couldn't think of Percy while she was in this situation. It just bought on more emotional pain. It also added to her hurt pride. Here she was worrying about him being in danger, when she was the one causing it! Because she'd been caught by the sleeping Earth! Annabeth had to escape.

Gaea had taken her knife, but Annabeth was only held in place by mud. It wouldn't take much to get out. All she would need is to dig long enough with her hands . . .

Annabeth's captor had been talking into a bowl of water a few minutes before, but as soon as Annabeth's thoughts turned toward escape, the woman of dirt turned toward the girl. "Oh you are a smart one," Gaea said confidently eyes still closed, breathing even. The sleeping mass of soil leaned in toward Annabeth. The girl flinched back from the smell of wet dirt and decaying animals filled her nostrils. The dirt woman stroked the girl's face, "It's okay sweetie pie," the Great Mother consoled in a high falsetto voice. " Everything will be gone when you wake up honey. Sleep." That voice made it sound like a simple suggestion, but to Annabeth's body it was an order. Despite the fact that she didn't want to sleep, despite her desperate need to escape, Annabeth found herself slipping into the comforting arms of slumber.

Normally, demigods dream of things going on in the outside world or of others pasts, but instead this time Annabeth dreamed in flashbacks of her life with Percy in it. Only difference was that she was looking from the outside in at bits and pieces of the story.

It started the day Percy came to the camp. He had just beaten a Minotaur with pretty much his bare hands. She had been positive he was the one who would get her out of camp and she had been right. Scooping him ambrosia she would ask him questions, but when he woke up, she only said obvious things to make herself seem aloof from the whole situation. When he was claimed by Poseidon, Annabeth knew Percy was her way out, but wasn't sure how to treat him seeing he was Poseidon's son.

It was awkward at first, but Annabeth could now see Percy had been as nervous as she was from that first moment. She watched as she and Percy went on quest after quest after quest. She saw how she became closer and closer to the son of Poseidon. She watched as she fell for the Seaweed Brain. It was great, like one of those action movies. Percy was the hero and she was the tough girlfriend.

Of course, there was also been Rachael, but Annabeth ignored those parts not caring since she got the guy. It was actually pretty fun to watch.

Then that feeling changed when Percy disappeared. Annabeth watched as she hunted for him. Watched as she found the demigods Jason, Piper, and Leo. Then saw as she went out to look for her boyfriend. Saw as she fought monsters for him and came back to Camp Half Blood only to find Percy replaced by a Roman demigod. At least Jason was intent on finding Percy as much as she was. However the flying boat was more complicated than any of Daedalus's machines, and she'd been studying them for the past year and a half. No way it would take Leo only six months to build it, even with the help of the rest of the Hephaestus cabin. Annabeth knew patience was key, but from what Leo said about the Roman camp, they could have been roasting Percy over a pit fire at any moment.

That idea didn't really appeal to Annabeth. She knew patience was a key to finding Percy, but she wasn't in the mood for patience. She wanted Percy safe with her, no matter how loosely the word safe was used in that phrase.

Looking at herself, Annabeth could tell she'd hidden those feelings well. To anyone looking at her, they saw a well organized girl looking for her boyfriend deliberately, keeping her emotions separate from the work. It seemed like no one but Chiron noticed the sad, distant looks, the clenched fists, and the bitten, bleeding lips and finger nails. When the flashbacks reached an end, Annabeth felt herself traveling away from her own head and memories. Instead,she ended up in a comfortable room, obviously designed for sleeping as it was filled with a huge bed covered in pillows and a large warm looking blanket. Outside of that, Annabeth couldn't see much. Some guy was blocking her way.

The man before her looked like any other guy. He had brown hair and indistinct features. His eyes were a sleepy brown that seemed to pull her into a world of dreams. Just looking at him made her want to yawn. The strangest thing though, was that wings emerged from his back. Annabeth thought they emerged from his shoulder blades.

"Hello Annabeth," he greeted, "I am Hypnos, god of dreams."