Sup everybody! This is my next chapter; hope you enjoy! And just saying, this will be a quite interesting and surprising chapter(just saying!). Anyways, the good news is that you can read the next chapter, and more suspense is going to happen soon. The bad news is that I am close into being almost done with this story. Don't worry, there are a few more chapters! Anyways, enjoy!

Percy POV:

I sat in the thinking rock, thinking of how foolish I was to let her go.

I let her go.

Instead of turning myself in as well, I let her go like a coward. A coward. How can I be this stupid? I love Annabeth, but I let her go.

But Annabeth was forced. But I won't let Annabeth be forced to rot on that stupid jail. I'm going to free her. I was thinking about the village. Those words…how she wanted me to protect the village. I rose up, and I met Tyson full of snot.

"Percy…"

"Tyson, are you okay?" I asked, approaching him. Tyson cries easily, but just saying, they are quite reasonable. For example, would you not cry if you were burnt real bad from working in the blacksmith? Would you not cry if you had memories of your father, and you soon see his picture? Would you not cry if someone tortured your loved ones? Tyson and I are reasonable. We cry whether we are hurt and stuff. Except, I don't cry THAT easily. At least I can handle my situations better then Tyson.

But sometimes, it is nice to pour your heart out.

"Percy…" Tyson cried. "We're moving back."

"What?" I screeched.

"Mom is here with the boxes, and we're moving back! Guards are pushing everybody away, and here," Tyson handed me a newspaper. "Annabeth's on the top headline."

I slowly grabbed the newspaper, my hands trembling. I opened the newspaper, and there I saw Annabeth's pale face rotting in the dungeon. No! This cannot happen to her. Why couldn't I be the person rotting in jail? And why does his majesty have to torture his daughter like that?

"Thanks," I said, tears forming in my eyes. "I can see how Annabeth's doing."

"Percy…you got to do something! I loved this new village idea! I can't live without it. You made my hut look like magic, and…" Tyson began to blush. "I met this new girl named Ella. I kind of don't want to stay away from her."

"Ella?" I asked, wiping my tears. "Who's Ella?"

"Just this really nice girl that's just charming," Tyson said dreamily. "But she's so far away from the bakery. She's a tailor's daughter. Quite rich, but why does she keep catching my eye?"

"Tyson fell in love!" I teased him. Tyson pushed me, and I pushed him back. We laughed and had fun till finally Tyson had to go. He left, and I realized I dropped the newspaper. I picked it up (my hands trembling again!), and finally read it.

The article said:

Annabeth Chase, age 30, has caused a serious insult and crime to King Fredrick. By plotting a new village, she has convinced all the villagers to come to her new kingdom. However, the kingdom that King Fredrick, his majesty, is ruling has much more benefits then her. Annabeth Chase is a traitor. The King will be finding more information as soon as possible.

But before we come into the details, we want to tell the real news. Annabeth Chase will be sentenced by death. She will be hanged, and will pay for her crimes. For more information, look at the next headline newspaper (it will again be the TOP!) and just remember to look at the T.V. for interview reports and more details!

I crumpled the newspaper, and shouted out till my neck hurt from shouting too much. How could they make her get hanged, and also be so biased by saying that her kingdom is basically a worth of trash while his is like kingdom of jewels. Who said that his majesties kingdom was that good? Who said that she can get paid for her crimes? And who says I'll let her go?

I won't. And I won't be the silent bird that is in a cage. I won't be that bird who can't chirp out a song. I will show the reality.

And thanks to Annabeth; it's all just by one object.

A recorder.

Annabeth POV:

I was rotting in jail, and things went worse when a stupid camera man took my picture.

"GAAH!" I screeched. My eyes were weighing on my face, and I felt like fainting. I was dehydrated, and they told me to wait till dinner.

And sadly, the dungeon was quite cold, and moss was growing around everywhere.

Which made my nose feel itchy, and I felt quite sick. I just wanted to rest peacefully in my bedroom, thinking about how I should make my village be a better place. But all that happens to me is me, rotting in jail, and not knowing what is happening.

And that was my flashback towards how the camera man affected me.

But there is quite more to that. Quite more. After he went away, my condition became worse. And when I tried to lay down, I heard snoring noises which couldn't make me sleep that well. Like, I can sleep pretty easily (as well as wake up pretty easily), but he snores too loudly. I was disturbed, and I started to feel woozy. Then, a man came, and threw me a newspaper. I sighed, and he locked the door.

"Criminal, read it. That was his majesties orders, so yeah." The guard said. He locked the door, and once I tried to move, I fell down. I was so weak, even though it was just one day, and it was quite hard to reach towards the newspaper. It took me long minutes before I reached and grabbed the newspaper. I crawled, back to where I warmed myself.

Sadly, it was cold.

I rubbed my eyes, feeling so irritated from my condition. I opened the flap of the newspaper with trembling hands, and read everything.

And boy, Dad never told me about me getting hanged.

When I read that, I began to cry. I didn't want to die. I didn't want to leave Percy, Leslie, and everyone else I love. I don't want to perish away from the hard days of work. I need to be there to help. But turning myself in makes me happy though. Even though it didn't say in the newspaper, I know Dad forced everybody to come back. But I know that even though I die…or at least get tortured, everybody will be safe.

I wiped my tears, and snuggled into the haystack (our supposedly beds…). I slept for a few hours, till I heard the jingling of the bells. I woke up, and saw the guard giving me water.

Just water.

"Excuse me," I said weakly. "Aren't I supposed to get food?"

"Well excuse me," the guard said, mimicking my voice in a disgusted tone. "I'm sorry, but you're only supposed to drink water. Everybody does."

"Then why do I hear people munching, and smell food?" I asked, tears beginning to form. "Can't I get the equal rights?"

The guard hesitated, and stared at me.

"Annabeth Chase," he said. "Listen up. His majesty told me to do this. And truthfully, do you think I care about you? I need this, I need that! That's all you're going to say to me! I'm actually glad you're only drinking water; you deserve it."

"How can you-,"

"General Oliver, you are excused!" I heard a familiar voice exclaim.

"Of course your highness," he said, backing away. He gave me a one last glare, and scooted away. Tears fell in my eyes, and when I lifted my head up, I saw Rachel.

"Rachel," I said weakly.

"Annabeth!" Rachel said, going inside the dungeon. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, but she gave me an unsatisfied face. She checked my condition, and gave me a sad look.

"Rachel, I'm sorry, I should've had never been mean to you. I-,"

"Annabeth…who are you saying sorry to?"

"Huh?" I ask, feeling quite overwhelmed of what she said.

"I should be sorry. I interrupted your relationship with Percy. I was mean to you, and actually was about to kill you. I'm so sorry about what happened in the past, and I hope you forgive me, sister."

I froze.

"I know you're the lost princess," Rachel said. "That was one reason why I decided to beat you up that time. I was jealous of you. I cared nothing more but being higher then you. I never realized how wonderful Luke was…he's my boyfriend. And…I never realized how much I've scarred everybody. I am genuinely sorry, and I hope you give me another chance."

I smiled weakly. "You are my sister. Rachel and Annabeth; sisters of the country."

And when I said that, she hugged me. "And by the way, please eat this silently. I snatched some on the way, and I hope you feel a little better. I'll secretly snatch more food for you, but please keep your caution as well."

I had tears on my eyes, and she wiped them.

"Thank you," I said, hugging her. "You…you are a true princess."

"I'm trying to be. But at the same time, I'm not confident. I want to tell Dad that you are-,"

"Rachel," I said, gripping her wrists lightly. "Please…don't let this secret pass by. Promise me that."

Rachel hesitated, and then said, "Promise."

And after that, when everything was dark, I silently nibbled on a few cookies.

Like the chapter? Hope so; sorry about not updating so long! I'll try to update, but the reason why I couldn't was because I was awfully busy. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter! I actually enjoyed this myself while writing!