Hey, readers! Thanks for all the birthday wishes, I'm glad to say that I'm officially 13, and officially allowed on this site! Suck it, FFN! Anyway, as I promised, here are the answers to all the questions. Enjoy them, because chances are, I probably won't be doing this again.


Favorite Disney Movie?

Ugh, don't make me choose, please... Probably Lion King, if I HAVE to pick one.

What is your main fandom besides HoO or PJO?

Probably Hunger Games. I don't know, I've invested too much of my life into HoO...

What's your eye color?

Sort of a grayish-blue. And because I know that SOMEONE'S curious, I have brown hair.

What was the last movie you saw? Rate it on a scale of 1-10.

Uh, I think that it was that new Disney one, Big Hero 6. It was awesome, 10 out of 10. I cried, I'm not kidding.

Would you rather be Katniss Everdeen or Thalia?

Thalia, for sure. Don't get me wrong, I love Katniss, but... Thalia.

What's you're favorite ship besides Percabeth?

Probably Fourtris, from Divergent. It's just so beautiful...

Who's your OTP of PJO & HoO?

Percabeth. It's not only my OTP of PJO/HoO, but it's my number one OTP for every book I've ever read. That's saying a lot.

Why do you like Percabeth?

This one's kinda complicated. I like Percabeth because they're not just the sappy, "I-can't-live-without-you" lovers. They're a team, and a pretty good one, at that. They put saving the world first, which I certainly can't say for some other couples out there. And, honestly, they just... fit. It makes sense. They've known each other since age 12, and they fell in love. Nuff said.

What's the best thing you ate at Thanksgiving?

Well, because Thanksgiving is so close to my birthday, we always have a chocolate cake. So, yeah... Cake. Cake always wins.

What was your favorite scene in Blood of Olympus?

*SPOILERS AHEAD!*

Easy; the Sparta scene. It really says a lot about Piper and Annabeth's friendship, and I feel like Annabeth develops a lot during that one scene. She realizes that logic isn't always the best tool for thinking things through, and that you sometimes have to just go with the flow.

What other fandoms are you in?

Ugh, so many... Hunger Games, Divergent, Harry Potter, The Selection, Hex Hall, Maze Runner (I have yet to read past book one, don't judge), Pokemon, Legend of Korra, Attack on Titan... I'm probably forgetting a ton, but whatever. I've also recently started the Mortal Instruments series, which is fantastic, and I'm barely 8 chapters in.

What are you like at school?

I'm one of the theater geeks, honestly. I sing a lot, I'm in the select chorus, and I practice for hours on end. Also, I play the trumpet, and that's what I'm famous for, I guess, because I'm pretty good at it.

Do you ship Reynico?

Don't question me about Nico's ships, please. I ship Reynico, and Solangelo, and... GAH! I want to pick one but I can't!

Have you read Foreverskysong's Blood of Olympus?

Yes, I have. And, contrary to the belief of most of those 7,000 reviewers, I think that Rick's was better. It's lacking a certain humor that Uncle Rick's stories always have, and I like the open ending, because I was up thinking for hours after reading, and I love doing that.

P.S: Hi, Ninja of Awesome. I know about your little campaign to spread the word about her story. I consider that review section as sort of a forum, and I read it a lot. Nothing gets by me. *grins evilly*

Nyan cat or baker cat?

Uh, Nyan cat, because I don't know what Baker cat is. Don't judge me.

If you could pick a punishment for Octavian, what would it be?

Oh, gods, so many options... I want him tied to a chair as he watches his teddy bears get slaughtered, one by one.

What is your favorite color?

Such a creative final question... Neon green, probably. Or sea-green, for obvious reasons.


This is turning into the longest AN ever, so I'm just gonna start the chapter. Enjoy!

*ALERT! ALERT! MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD! MAKE SURE YOU'VE READ BOO BEFORE PROCEEDING!*

Keith Mayer's POV

Everyone always crows on and on about my sister. She's so brave, she's so smart, she's so pretty. She is far from what they see, so far. And it feels like I'm the only one who can see it.

Yes, Annabeth Chase isn't perfect. Is it news to you? It shouldn't be.

I'm a son of Athena, who, in my opinion, really shouldn't have children in the first place. I don't care how we were born, she's a maiden, and she shouldn't be falling in love.

Anyway, back to my disgrace of a sister. She looks pretty average at first glance. Blonde hair, gray eyes, the average Athena look, as I've learned from my week at camp. However, when you look closer, you see the scars across her body, and the broken quality to her eyes, as if she's on the edge of insanity.

She doesn't know how to handle her great knowledge. You'd expect her to share it with the world, but she only shares what she thinks is necessary to know. It's necessary to know everything, in my opinion, which is usually right.

But, the biggest problem with Annabeth, is the fact that she's somehow dating the son of Poseidon. Percy Jackson. I think it's preposterous. Poseidon is my mother's sworn enemy. They should be enemies, and follow the example set by the gods themselves.

I'm sitting at the Athena table for dinner, devouring my barbecue. Annabeth, who's our head counselor, walks into the pavilion, but she doesn't join us. No, she sits with her sea scum boyfriend, at the Poseidon table, breaking an important rule.

"How despicable," I scoff, talking to no one but myself. "The great heroine, breaking rules!"

Malcom, one of my more respectable brothers, puts down his fork. "Annabeth and Percy are a, uh, special case."

I sneer in their direction. Annabeth's head is on Percy's shoulder, and his arm is around her waist. "I see no reason to do such things."

"You have no idea what happened, Keith. You just got here."

I meet Malcom's gray eyes. "I would like to know."

And Malcom told me the story, one that must've been exaggerated, for no one is able to survive Tartarus, it's simply not possible. Especially not if they met the deity himself. No, this simply must be a tall tale, nothing more, nothing less.

"Malcom, don't lie. It's not good to lie. It gets you sent to Punishment."

"Who said I was lying?"

I look at the Poseidon table once again, where the couple is laughing about something. They look surprisingly normal, until I look at Percy's eyes, and see the same broken quality as Annabeth's. I take in a sharp breath at the realization.

Annabeth must be greater than I ever imagined. Which is why I must teach her that even the greatest can be defeated. I shall do so tomorrow, when she teaches my siblings and I to sword fight. She is only a girl, and I, a rather athletic boy, will show her that she may have survived hell, but she's not queen of the world.


THIS LINEBREAK WISHES THAT THEY'D STUDY MYTHOLOGY IN SCHOOL.


"Alright, guys, we're starting with the basics today, because Keith is new. Let's practice sparring, one-on-one, okay?" Annabeth begins, at ease with her ivory blade in her hand. She's stupid enough to not wear armor, where I'm wearing a full Celestial Bronze suit, complete with a bronze helm. I'm far more prepared than her, for sword fighting can kill.

"Keith, you're with me. I'm gonna teach you everything you need to know." Annabeth gestures to me, leading me over to a new area of the arena, farther from the rest of my siblings. Without warning, she lashes out with her blade, and the tip lands nearly two inches from my chest, just above my heart.

"First rule," she says. "Be ready at all times."

This time, I strike. The sword is difficult to lift, and I wind up hitting thin air. I swing again, stumbling a bit, my blade on course to chop Annabeth in half. She blocks, and it's clear that she's just toying with me.

Some part of me registers that Percy is in the arena, too, completely ruining a dummy, with effortless strikes of his blade. The rest of me ignores him, and continues with the lesson.

"Second rule. Try not to swing, you'll be off balance."

I smirk. It's time to take action, and expose the insecurities of Annabeth Chase.

"You know, Annabeth, I have a question. If the prophecy was about seven people, why are there only four of you here?"

Annabeth's grip on her sword tightens. "Frank and Hazel live at Camp Jupiter, and Leo..." Tears begin to form in her gray eyes, and she looks broken once again. "Leo's... gone."

Here she is, the real Annabeth. I thrust, she parries, I swing, she dodges. I can't land a hit. But I don't get discouraged, for I can get to her, and then, I start to fight for real. "He must've been a real nobody, getting killed. I thought he was one of the most powerful, huh?"

Annabeth's next strike is aimed for my head. I barely duck in time, the armor slows me down. I can see why Annabeth prefers not to wear it. "Third rule," she says, her tone frighteningly even and low. "Do not insult Leo Valdez."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see that Percy has stopped mauling his dummy to watch us. He leans on the hilt of his bronze sword, a worried frown across his face.

Annabeth's strikes become faster and more lethal, and it's all I can do to try and keep up. "Keith, keep your guard up. No, too far! Yeah, that's perfect." she drills as we spar, clearly trying not to think of her fallen friend, Leo.

Phase Two is a-go. "Annabeth, why do you scream at night?"

"Nightmares."

"About what? The curses or the dead Titan?"

It's at this moment that I notice that the arena has fallen silent. My cabin mates have lowered their weapons and are watching us in horror. Percy is running towards us from the other side of the arena, his hand clenched around his glowing bronze blade.

Annabeth lunges with blinding speed, pressing the tip of her sword into my neck, so far that I can feel a trickle of blood. "Don't. You. DARE–"

Percy has reached us, and he pins Annabeth's arms behind her back with much difficulty, pulling her away from me. "Annabeth, it's okay. We're out, we survived–"

He's cut off by Annabeth sobbing, the tears finally falling. I've got you now, I thought. I press the tip of my sword against her throat. "Game, set, match, Annabeth. The Titan would be ashamed."

Percy's sea-green eyes meet my gray ones, and I have the sudden urge to duck for cover. "Annabeth," he growls, "If I let you go and kill this guy, promise you'll stay put?"

Annabeth takes a shaky breath, and for the first time, I see how much Tartarus really wounded the pair of heroes. They'll never be the same, and I took advantage of how... broken they were.

"Promise," Annabeth says, her voice hoarse. Percy lets go of her arms, and within seconds, I'm pinned up against the arena wall, disarmed, Percy's sword at my throat.

There are tears in Percy's eyes, too, and while they haven't fallen, they're definitely there. He looks murderous, but there's something behind it... terror, as if he's lost in memories he wants to forget.

I'm probably not far from the truth.

"Don't talk about them like you knew what happened to them. You don't... you don't know what it's like..." he trails off, wearing that same broken expression as Annabeth. I can't help but feel guilty, that I could cause this.

Annabeth walks forward, placing a hand on Percy's arm, for some reason, frightened. "Percy," she practically whispers. She's stopped crying, but it's clear that she's not alright just yet. "I'm right here."

It's as if that's all she has to say, as if Percy only needs to know that Annabeth's beside him to be okay. It's like she's keeping him sane, and vice versa. He relaxes at the words, sheathing his sword and turning it back into an ordinary ballpoint pen. Without saying anything more, he storms out of the arena, and Annabeth follows. She grabs his hand, and he squeezes it back, looking at her with a grateful smile.

Later that night, I saw the couple sitting by the canoe lake, in total silence. I realized that they didn't have to speak; just being there for each other was enough. Out of nowhere, Percy looked up at the sky, glittering with thousands upon thousands of stars, and said, "Bob says hello."

Okay, I think that might've been one of the best things I've written in a long time. And I think I proved something here; you don't need the characters to make out to have romantic moments. And sure, this was angsty, but it was Percabeth, and Percabeth makes the world go 'round.

QoTD: What's your favorite genre to read/write? (EX: Action, romance, angst, hurt/comfort, etc.)

Yours in demigoddishness,

Megan, AKA We're All Okay