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Happy New Years from the other side of the world! Okay so I just watched the fireworks for 2016 and there was this epic remix that went with the fireworks and it contained the HARRY POTTER THEME SONG and "HARRY, YER A WIZARD"! + Back to the future references! I am legit so happy right now. If you're wondering, the fireworks display is from Adelaide, Elder Park.

Anyways, here's the next update for 2016! Hope you enjoy this chapter and don't forget to review or follow/fav!

We ran down to the beach with the cleaning harpies right behind us. I concentrated for a while, praying to Poseidon for help. I expected something cool, like a ship of some sort, but there was nothing, except for the gentle lapping waves. I brought my foot down angrily on the white sand. "Percy?" You got some-" I stopped in mid-sentence, my eyes widening as I saw them. "Whoa."

The creatures were magnificent and majestic, their manes rich and luscious and their scales colourful. They had a head of a horse and a tail of a fish. "Beautiful," I murmured, stroking its glossy mane, "wait, you're, you're my patronus aren't you?" I exclaimed suddenly, remembering the sprightly creature that twirled around me in the room of requirement.

"Their hippocampus and I think you better get on, the cleaning harpies are about to reach here," Annabeth said.

I swung the duffel bag and I hopped on the hippocampi, while it nuzzled me. We then rode out to sea, leaving the cleaning harpies screeching in disappointment behind us. The hippocampus rode with extreme grace, bobbing up and down, cutting expertly into the waves. My shoes skimmed against the waves but not getting wet. I felt safe out here in the ocean, no boundaries, free. I felt powerful here, every single part of the ocean being mine to control.

After a few more hours and a sore bottom, we reached a ship. It had a greenish glow to it and it felt…odd.

"Princess Andromeda," Percy whispered, pointing at the black letters on the hull of the ship. I could see him, under the dim green glow.

"Let's go," I whispered, pressing my index finger against my lips, the international language for quiet.

After Tyson said goodbye to Rainbow (yes he named the hippocampi), we slipped up the ladder, and tiptoed through the corridors and the deck. It was silent. Like, deadly silent. There wasn't a sound on the ship, not even a sound of breathing. The ship didn't feel normal. There was no sign of life anywhere. Usually, I would love ships, being the child of Poseidon but this ship, I couldn't even feel what was underneath it and the water, it felt powerful, and very very old.

"I think we should just stay here for the night," Annabeth whispered, pointing to the small vacated cabins.

I nodded. "Don't touch or eat anything. Don't wander around and get up at 7 tomorrow, we'll meet out here," I said quietly.

All of them nodded and I we all retreated to our cabin. I feel asleep immediately, and no dreams sought me.

The next morning at exactly seven, we all exited our cabins, our faces grim. Obviously, I wasn't the only one who had a strange feeling about this ship. The sun was beginning its journey across the sky, and it dimly lighting up the whole world. We walked around for a while, exploring the ship. There were a few people in bright floral shirts, tourists, I assumed.

I had to admit, I felt uncomfortable. The people on the ship were more dead than alive, muttering, "I am having fun. This is very fun." You get the idea. The ship also made Tyson feel uncomfortable, as he thought the ship smelt funny.

After a few more turns, we heard some whispers. I crept up to it, pressing my ear against the metal. Yet, I couldn't make out the words. I groaned internally.

"You really think the old horseman is gone for good?" a deep gruffly voice said behind me. I jumped in alarm, my eyes wide with shock. And then I realised it was Tyson talking.

"That's creepy," I murmured, running my fingers through my brown hair.

And then Tyson laughed. It wasn't his own cheerful innocent laugh. It was Luke's laugh. "They can't trust him. Not with the skeletons in his closet. The poisoning of the tree was the last straw," Tyson said, mimicking the voice of a sandy blond male I used to love.

"Stop it," Annabeth hissed.

Tyson furrowed his brows in puzzlement and whispered in his normal voice, "Sorry, just listening."

"Keep going," Percy said, "what else are they saying?"

Tyson shut his eye in concentration, and then he said in Luke's voice, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Tyson said, his voice deep and gruff, "Right outside."

My eyes widened in alarm when I realised what was happening. "Run!" I yelled, before the door burst open. Two hairy giants pointed javelins at us, the tips sharp and gleaming. I doubt they will hesitate using it on us. And of course, following right behind them, was Luke.

His grin had something sinister behind it. "Well, come on in, cousins," he said. Luke looked different to how he was a year ago. He was taller, wider shoulder and buffer. His hair was clipped short, making him look like Robin Hood's handsome, but evil brother. He wore a button-up shirt, trousers and a pair of brown loafers. My anger rose when I saw Luke. While we were at camp fighting the monster who threatened camp, he was sitting here, his feet up, enjoying the view.

"You were the one who poisoned Thalia's tree," Percy growled angrily, his fist clenched.

Luke tutted and clicked his tongue, "Well, straight up to the point, are we? Well, of course I did." I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Of course Luke would poison Thalia's pine. He wanted camp's border to fail so he can overrun it with his stupid monsters.

"How could you!" Annabeth exclaimed furiously, "After what Thalia did for you! For us. You dishonour her memory!"

Luke's blue eyes narrowed, "Me, dishonour her? You're the one who can talk, travelling with him." Luke sneered at Tyson, making my blood boil again, but I kept my anger in check. Lue continued, "Join us, Annabeth. I know you, you're smart and we can use some of your intelligence."

Annabeth merely replied, "Because you have none your own!"

"If you knew what was coming, you would-" Luke started, but Annabeth didn't want to hear it.

"I understand you want to destroy camp!" Annabeth yelled.

"Travelling with a cyclops," Luke said, clicking his tongue and shaking his head mockingly.

"Stop it!" Annabeth yelled, burying her head in her hands. She looked as though she was going to cry.

Percy interrupted, "Leave her alone, Luke, and leave Tyson out of this."

Luke only laughed, "Do you even know what's in store for you on your sixteenth birthday? Has anyone even told you the prophecy?"

Percy suddenly took a step back, thoughts swimming in his head. After a second or so, he then said firmly, "I know what I need to know, like who my enemies are."

"Then you're a fool."

Tyson leapt up suddenly, smashing the dining table. "Percy is not a fool!" The guards immediately restrained him, and their strength over powered his easily.

"Well he is, if he doesn't join us," Luke chided, as though he was talking to a little kid. "He grows stronger every day." His finger pointed at the golden sarcophagus at the edge of the room.

Percy took a step back, "Whoa, you don't mean-"

"He's reforming, bit by bit. Every demigod who joins his cause, another small piece of him appears."

"That," Annabeth said, "is disgusting!"

"You're one to talk, your mother was born out of Zeus skull. We will make a body for him, worthy of the forge of Hephaestus.

"You're insane," Annabeth said, shaking her head.

"It is still not to late too late. Join us, and you can build a monument to last a thousand years for him. Percy, your mother will never have to work, ever again," Luke said. I noticed the fact that he ignored me.

"Go to Tartarus," Annabeth spat.

Luke sneered and he said, "A shame. Well it's time for the Aethiopian drakon to eat. Take these fools below and show them how it's done."

I clenched my fist angrily as one of the guard pressed their javelin against my back. I haven't said anything during the conversation but I didn't need to. I shuffled forwards so the point wouldn't hurt me.

"Wait Oreius, the girl, I need to talk to her," Luke said, pointing straight at me. Percy gave me a worried look. I was equally as anxious. What did Luke want with me? "It'll be fine," I murmured to Percy before I was dragged away.

I was dragged in front of Luke, a javelin still pointed at my back. I glowered at Luke, the betrayal feeling fresh as ever. My fingernails dug into my palm as I scrunched my fist tighter.

"Leave," Luke said to the guards, and they obediently walked out of the room. I looked away staring out at the green sea, hoping my anger wouldn't get the worst of me. "What do you want," I said coldly, glaring out of the window. I didn't want to look at Luke in his face, because it would make everything hurt more than necessary.

"Charlie, join us. You don't want to be on the losing side," Luke said, a hint of urgency in his voice.

"And what makes you think I'm different from the others? Forget about camp. You betrayed me, Luke." I said angrily, my emotions hazing my eyes, turning my vision red.

"Charlie, you don't understand," he said calmly.

"I understand very well! You want the Gods to fall!" I yelled. My emotions are definitely crowding my common sense. I wanted to take my dagger out right now, and skewer Luke but alas, the guards had disarmed me.

"Charlie, you're powerful. You're different from other demigods. We could use someone like you for our army." Luke replied steadily.

"Well, that sucks for you because I will fight with my last breath against you, to stop Olympus from falling."

"But they will fall. Our parents have done nothing for us, you said it yourself."

"But that doesn't mean I want them to fall."

"Well they will," Luke said flatly. "Join us, Charlie, and those you love will be safe. Annabeth can have her dream, building a monument that will last forever. Percy's mum don't ever have to work again, and you, you can rule beside me, as my queen. We can be together."

I tore my gaze away from the sea, and I stared dagger into his clear blue eyes. I wanted to throw a few punches onto the pretty face. Half of me screamed at me to hurt him, just like he hurt me, but my overwhelming hatred was muffled by the other half. I had given him my heart for the last couple of years, and I wished I never did, never gave him the opportunity to stomp on it. "You are a monster," I managed to spit out, "and I loathe you."

I could see the anger burning in Luke's eyes, the hurt from the rejection. He took a step forward, and I scrambled back, afraid of what he was going to do when he was mad.

He held up his palm, and Luke slapped me. I felt a hot sting spread on my left cheek. My hand instinctively covered my cheek, which was now burning. Luke suddenly grabbed me by my neck, and he slammed me against the wall. I cried out in pain.

I felt my head bang against something hard, and my vision blurred. My legs felt a little wobbly, and I slumped on to the floor, gasping for breath. And then I blacked out.