Percy,

Let's get this straight- I made you. One day, I decided to address a letter to someone I imagined and then that character replied.

Then a lot happened, and I went to a party. For once.

So hence, 'the Great Annabeth Chase' gets drunk.

I'm writing this on a piece of paper that one of the students at Yancy gave to me.

I'm at Yancy Academy, Percy, I'm here right now, and you're not here. Did I come on the one day you were sick? Have I gone insane?

I've also taken your advice and asked plenty of people about you.

Teachers.

Other students.

Grover.

Paul.

They all said the same thing: you don't exist.

And Paul's your stepdad.

So what are you? Who are you? And why can't I see you anymore?

Are you real?

Annabeth