Aj: All right I'm just putting this out in the open. I LOVE long reviews. Especially ones that make me laugh so don't be afraid to babble, it will just make me update quicker. Now onto a less important topic: Does anyone know where Anika is?

Annabeth

Even after the entire camp was asleep, I was not. Being a daughter of Athena, I should be making escape plans for Luke and I with this free time of bliss, but I could not. I don't know why, but his words effected me worse than when my family didn't want me. It affected me worse than when I heard of Luke's betrayal. And now I realized exactly why. I felt guilty.

Sure, I've felt remorse, regret, and guilt on numerous occasions, but now it was like no other time I've felt it. The way his sea green eyes had looked at me blankly. For about a year and a half, I had been happy with my decision. I had been happy that maybe I could break Luke out of the spell or at least be with him like things used to be. Now, I didn't deserve to be called a daughter of Athena. I hadn't been using my brain during my time on Mount Tam when I chose the titans over the gods; Luke over Percy.

I remembered when Percy saw the scythe bracelet. The hurt and confused look on his tan face that looked so much like his father's. I remember him just standing there, next to Max. She had been a problem ever since she came here, my orders were to train her, frame her for something to turn more against the gods when they imprison her, and then recruit her. She shouldn't have been smart enough to realize that I was with Kronos. I underestimated her though. Never underestimate your enemy Annabeth. That's what kills most demigods fighting to survive, I remembered Luke tell me, a few months after Thalia and him took me in. I gritted my teeth to hold in tears, I refused to cry even if there was no one around to watch.

I remembered Selena Beaugard lunging at me when she figured out that I was the camp's traitor, when she figured out that I was the one who got Beckendorf killed on the Princess Andromeda. I would love to say that it took the whole camp to contain me, and that I had knocked Max unconscious, but in truth it had been one lovesick Aphrodite girl. It makes me embarrassed to tell you the truth. The nail mark she managed to make on my right cheek still stings and Chiron didn't bother to even clean out the pink and purple flecks of nail polish left in the three-inch mark. To think he used to be like a father to me.

I remembered him yelling at me with so much anger and force that droplets of spit flew on my face. I remembered seeing the denial and disbelief on his face when he saw the hurt in my eyes. That's how bad I messed up our relationship. What did I expect though? When he heard the news that his best friend, possibly more, that he could trust with his life was working for pretty much almost everyone that wanted to kill him did I expect him to shower me with kisses…wait. Forget I just said that. Besides, not like he likes me like that anymore anyways.

I decided to take my mind off the subject by looking around the room. Max and Clarisse had suggested locking me up in the attic for punishment. I was afraid of what those two could cause together. Max alone can cause a war between the gods and demigods, who knows what they can do together? I shuddered at the thought and a pink strip of fabric caught my eye. It smelled like just the right amount of perfume mixed with everything wholesome in the world. I was close enough to read the label, Aphrodite's scarf. Recovered by Annabeth Chase and Perseus Jackson at Water land, USA. A faint smiled appeared on my dusty and dirty face as I reminisced when things were simpler. If you can call recovering Zeus' lightning bolt and avoiding certain death simple.

I couldn't help but remember all of my adventures with Percy. When he saved me from the sirens. When we found out Grover was getting married to a Cyclopes. When I was kidnapped by thorn and forced to hold up the sky. How Percy never gave up on me and snuck on a quest just to save me. The sappy dance on Olympus. And then…when I kissed him. Did I truly mean the kiss? Yes. Why did I kiss him when I was with Kronos? That is one question that I do not have an answer for.

Like Percy, Chiron hadn't taken my knife away when they were tying me up. In fact, he had winked at me with that bright twinkle in his eye and rested his old, calloused hand on my shoulder. Now I knew why. I wiggled and squirmed around until my arm was at the sheath attached to the belt on my faded and torn blue jeans. I sawed until the 1-inch thick ropes fell off of my skinny body and I sorely stood up from the chair, my body aching from not being used in so long, especially with my ADHD. I took off at a run down the creaky stairs and raced at the doorway. I didn't miss Luke calling for my help from inside the basement either.

I made it five steps out the door before I saw thick, Swiss Family Robinson tree sized, vines tangling like anacondas around the flock and Nico. So Nico was playing hero for Max and saving her flock. I respected him for doing that, I probably wouldn't have. Bianca would've been proud, even though I didn't know her that long, I could tell.

My knife, still gripped in my hand, slashed and hacked and sawed until the unconscious campers were free and sweat was drenching me, making me look even less appealing than before when I was just covered in dirt. It had taken a full three hours, but at least they were all alive. I think. I didn't really have time to check and I didn't want them to know about me being good again yet so I stepped over the son of Hermes with a weird digestion problem and sprinted to the stables.

I had to move quickly, seeing as it was almost dawn and the camp would be waking up soon. I spotted Blackjack immediately and mounted him before he could protest. I smoothed out his midnight black mane and whispered in his ear, "I need to help Percy. Can you sense him?" He shot out of the stables faster than light and we were on our way to wherever he was just as the sun was rising. My eyelids were drooping so I clenched my fists around Blackjack's mane and rested my head against his neck.

"I'm coming Percy. Just don't kill me." I murmured before I fell into a deep sleep.

Aj: So tell me what you think about Annabeth turning back. Darn! She missed out on the cookies. The Percabeth in this nearly killed me to write. I hate that pairing! Now I'm going to get hate mail from die hard Percabeth fans. Joy. Oh yeah, again, does anyone know where Anika is? That's not an important matter though, what's important is reviewing and joining the dark side! –Aj.