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I could still feel the hot sticky blood rubbing up against the side of my face. But I was easily able to open my eyes this time; I realized that the blood was running down the side of my head, not on the floor as it had been. Slowly, the fuzzy look went away and I saw a young teenage boy about my age with black hair and green eyes. At first I thought it was Annabeth having a dream about my father, but then I saw Pello sitting in front of me, hoping for me to wake.

I tried to say something, but I couldn't; Pello was waiting for me to make the move, but I couldn't say anything, something was sealing my mouth. Our eyes met, but I turned around, and placed my hand against my head as it pounded in pain. I started to pant once more, and wanted to scream, but no noise beside my constant breathing would come from my mouth.

I turned and he kissed me, without warning. He pulled away and looked at me, "Pello, help me," I whispered, wanting to close my eyes and go to sleep, but Annabeth had warned me.

"Don't worry, Annabeth," I heard a boy's voice, but it wasn't coming from Pello. I looked to my left, where a boy about nineteen was leaning over me. There was a god-like pulse coming from him, but he wasn't a god, but not even a demigod. I had a feeling that this was Travis Stoll's son, for the boy reminded me of Conner. "My name's Centauri, Tari for short. Pello brought me here. Altair's waiting outside, we've got to get you to a hospital."

"No," Pello told Tari, he reached into his back pocket and pulled something out, a small baggy of ambrosia and held it out, but I pushed it away and shook my head, "Annabeth, if you don't eat it you'll lose all your blood from the cut."

"I want to see my father."

"He's not here,"

"I know that," I snapped. "Help me outside, I might be able to get a rainbow, and then I'll tell all of you what happened."

After a couple minutes of fighting, they reluctantly agreed. The two boys helped me to my feet and up out of the area. We all sat under a tree, where a small puddle lay in front with a tiny rainbow was created. It was better than nothing. Altair helped us start the Iris-message, and a small picture of my father showed, "ANNABETH!" he turned pale when he saw my face, the gash still dripping blood, "What did you do? I knew you shouldn't have done this quest! I want you to come home right away! I didn't want you to go to that camp and now look what's happened to you! Your lucky that ─"

"Dad!" I screamed back at him. Everyone became quiet, "It…it was Troy Castellan. He's a step-brother of Luke. I don't know how or why but after our chat the other day, he kidnapped me and brought me here, and gave me this cut. When I woke up, Luke came to me." Before my dad could say anything back at me, begging to know what he did to me, I broke his voice, "He saved me. I had asked Troy to duel me, but Luke came and knocked him out. He saved my life; I guess Annabeth Chase was right, and whether you agree with her, Luke is a good person. He saved me, dad. If Luke hadn't come to my rescue, I would've been dead." I looked at Pello, "And I found out about myself. It's the ghosts. That's what my power is. I can talk to ghosts, whether they're invisible to you or not. I can speak to them, but I don't scare them away like a child of Hades would, they welcome me happily."

I looked over at the hole where I had emerged. Luke sat there, watching me. I smiled at him, and he waved back with a small smile before disappearing. "One day I'll meet mom, I know it. That's why I can always talk to Annabeth, because she's a ghost, but she's also my guardian angel." I looked skywards into the tree where the blond haired girl lay happily, watching over me. I looked across the field and saw something that made me want to scream with happiness.

Suddenly, as I admitted my power, more figures came into view. Two of them were very bright figures, and I felt like I should know them. They were Huntresses or Artemis, I knew it. And somehow, I knew their names too. One was Zoë Nightshade, the other Bianca di Angelo. A tall, skinny man stood beside Tari, they looked so alike that I could tell it must've been Travis Stoll.

A muscular man with shaggy blonde hair stood where Luke had been before. Annabeth was secretly telling me this was Jake, the father of Pello. I saw a girl beside him with black hair and black clothes, it was another old friend of Annabeth by the name of Vikki.

A strong muscular girl stood behind them, she had long stringy brown hair, and some how I felt bad for her. Because I knew she was Clarisse la Rue. A large creature with short brown hair and a large, single brown eye stood tall among everyone. It was Tyson, a half uncle. Beside him was a hellhound, she had red eyes, but I knew not to fear of the almighty Mrs. O'Leary. A man in his late fifties stood beside the hellhound, it was Deadaleus with his son and nephew along side him.

Two figures caught my eye though. They were both female, one had black hair and wore black clothes. The other had a sweet, caring look upon her face. It was my mother, Thalia Jackson and my grandmother, Sally Jackson standing there. Soon, Paul Blofis joined alongside them.

My family, and my parent's friends seemed to gather around me, and I was so happy, so powerful that nothing could disturb this moment except the fact that I was still bleeding to death. Some of them were so young, and others were old, which told me that demigods obviously couldn't live as long as they always wanted to, they die quickly from monster attacks whether you like it or not. But everyone seemed so happy, that if I died now I couldn't be upset because I knew I would be in good hands. I looked at my father, "Don't worry. We don't need to do much more now. I'm going to send an Iris-Message to Conner soon, he'll give us our last bit of information, then I need to destroy Troy, and then I'll come home. I promise."

My father smiled and nodded, "That's fine Annabeth. I love you."

"I love you too, Dad," the message disappeared alongside the ghosts, and suddenly the pain burst into the side of my head and my vision was turning fuzzy again. Pello still tried to get me to eat the ambrosia, but I wouldn't let him put the thing near my mouth.

I leaned forward and pressed my hands against my head, and I saw a bit of blood fallen on the grass, it dotted the small flower that sat in between my feet. I felt the blood run past my eye, and I looked up when I heard someone come by.

It was Troy, he just watched us in amusement. I felt Tari grab me and try to pull me away and protect me from Troy. Pello and Altair stood to my defense in seconds, pulling out swords and pointing them towards the Castellan. But he simply laughed and moved towards us. He pulled out his own sword and knocked Pello and Altair away with ease and looked down at me, "We were in the middle of a duel to the death, if I'm certain?" He said.

"Annabeth!" I looked over and saw my mother standing there. She looked down at the ground, and I looked in the same direction. There was a wristwatch on the ground, and I leaned over and grabbed it from the ground. I placed it on my wrist and suddenly, a huge shield popped without warning. Troy back immediately, but I didn't know what had scared him so much. I pulled out my knife…Annabeth's knife.

"Annabeth, don't do this," Altair growled a warning, but I ignored him. I felt weak, I wanted to fall to the ground, but I stood strong. I knew all my family and friends were standing behind me. In fact, once more Luke came up, but I shot him a warning glance. He gave me a look back that told me he would help me if I needed it when necessary. But I was good. I gave a battle stance and looked at Troy, he already had the upper hand on me as I must've lost a ton of my blood, but without warning he charged me. I hit him back with the shield and stuck out the knife's point and grabbed his shirt, tearing it to pieces.

He got me back and threw me against the tree, and though quivering, I stood once more. He charged again, but I used the tree for my advantage, I moved at the last second and he rammed into it like my father had told me with the Minotaur story. I ran into Troy and put him between a tree and a hard place. I placed my knife at the back of his neck.

I had to do it, I had to. But I couldn't, something wouldn't let me, I tried my best to stab it in, but my shaky hand wouldn't make the final draw.

Kronos stepped towards me and lifted me easily by the collar of my shirt, "Tsk, tsk, Perseus," he shook his head, "You know nothing of the gods still, do you?" he threw me across the dirt floor," I stood up debilitated. I held up Riptide still.

"Gods and titans often can not fight half-bloods and mortals unless challenged, am I right?" Kronos asked, I nodded, it was simple knowledge, I had learned it the hard way from Atlas, "But I am still in the form of a half-blood, I have not grown to my full strength. And while I am still in the figure of Luke Castellan, I can fight whomever I wish, so I suggest you run along before I really hurt you,"

"You killed Annabeth," I grunted, "Annabeth was my best friend," I took a step forward, "Annabeth has been by my side since I first learned I was a half-blood," another step, "Annabeth helped protect me for whenever I needed it," each time I said something true and kindly about Annabeth, I took a step, "She was the smartest person I knew…she was the proudest person out there," and with that, I finally said something I had been keeping within my gut since the day I met her.

"Annabeth was the most beautiful girl I ever knew. I loved Annabeth, more than any cute girl in my school, more than Brittney for sure. I've never felt the same way about another girl the same way I do for Annabeth. You killed the one girl I loved, and for that, you-shall-pay,"

And a force pulled through me, and I could hear her. I could hear Annabeth's voice, "As you said, Seaweed Brain, I was always by your side when you needed it. I'm always here to protect you, to make you stronger. That includes now,"

I raised my blade and at full speed and full power I charged at Kronos, ready to strike, but he simply grabbed the edge of Riptide and pushed it away, so down low I attacked and scarred him across the chest. He grabbed Annabeth's sword that still lay on the ground and experimentally stabbed at me, he poked a hole through my shirt and pulled back, ripping it to pieces as the tattered shirt lay at my feet. A small pint of blood dropped to the ground. I slashed forward and struck low once more, grabbing the edge of his pants and cutting his ankles. He leaned on one side, and I knew I must've damaged something within his ankle.

I ran to his stronger side and put all my energy into pushing him over. I finally had the advantage, but something inside me…not Annabeth…something else, told me not to kill him. Something told me I had no reason to strike revenge.

Because I was feeling the same way Annabeth always did about Luke, I loved her so much I had to believe she was alive, like when she fell off that cliff. I just knew she was alive somewhere.

So I pushed off Kronos and ran into the forest, away from the titan lord and off to find Annabeth once again.

I opened my eyes. It was not just a flashback by Annabeth, but also by my father. That was my other skill, I could see things when I was awake, not just when I was asleep. But now I knew what I had to do, I gripped the knife and with a powerful blow, I pushed inwards.

Troy gave a curdling scream, which was cut off as he fell to the ground. I pulled my knife from the back of his neck. I turned from him, I didn't want to look at him right now, but I moved towards Altair, Pello and Tari, who looked at me like I had just killed someone. Wait…I did.

I fell to my knees and my head exploded in pain, I fell to the ground with a final blow and closed my eyes.


So, what do you think? Do you think she's dead? Alive? Do you think I really had the guts to kill two people in one chapter (Honestly, I probably could if I wanted to. I actually killed a lot more people when you think about it. I killed Clarisse, Tyson, Paul, etc.)

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-Dj