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Everything is dark, there's nothing except that one person standing still. Percy is just standing there, he looks like a statue in the middle of a field.

He's holding his sword, and he looks a bit pale. Suddenly, blood comes out from his lips.

I start to panic, something is definitely wrong. His blessing of the Styx should have protected him from anything.

That's when I see Jonathan, with his dagger inside of Percy. Percy looks surprised, while John just smiles wickedly. Even though his dagger didn't pierce Percy in his Achilles' heel, Jonathan's dagger still went through Percy's back.

I gasp, and then I scream my lungs out, 'Percy!'

I wake up immediately from a horrible nightmare. I feel tears coming out from my eyes.

I breathe heavily, a bit relieved that it was all just a nightmare, but I feel scared as well. I wrap my hands around my legs. I feel a little bit numb for some reasons.

It's okay, Annabeth. It's just a dream. I try to convince myself, even though it's really hard to think if that really was just a nightmare.

Gods, I hope Percy is okay. It feels like it's been forever since I last saw him. I miss his touch, his voice, the way he brushes my hair, and his soft lips. It's killing me that I can't see him.

I finally realized that I'm in a bed, all tucked in and comfy. I look around and then find Lisa right in a bed next to my bed.

I'm still wearing my old clothes, and so does Lisa. Our weapons though, it's not here.

I try to think about the last thing that I remember. I went through the portal that John created, and then that's it.

Jonathan… I feel angry. It's still fresh, the memory of what happened to Cathy.

I take a good look at my surroundings. Lisa and I are in a small house, made from woods. The house is probably only the size of a two rooms apartment in Manhattan. The walls and the ceilings of the house are completely painted in white.

I get off from the bed, and then I turn to Lisa. She's sleeping peacefully; I'll just wake her up in another few minutes. I walk around, examining the house.

The beds that Lisa and I are sleeping in are placed at the left corner of the house. There's a small window placed near my bed, but it's covered with small blue curtains. The sun is trying to get in from the gaps that the curtains have. There's a small kitchen right at the right corner of the house, just at the other side from the beds. A small half meter wall is placed between the beds and the small kitchen. There's also a fireplace from stone and bricks in the middle of the room, and placed against the walls. The fire is burning brightly, and kind of pretty for some reasons. Right next to the fireplace is a cupboard; the cupboard is between the beds and the fireplace. At the opposite side of the fireplace is a wooden dining table with four seats. A couple of candles and a fruit bowl are placed on the dining table. Small logs are placed at the left side of the fireplace, another window with curtains, right above the logs. There's only one door and it is placed right across the beds. Right next to the door is a brown leather couch.

It seems a lot like a house made for humans, but you can never be too sure when dealing with monsters. A lot of them are in a form that resembles humans.

I search around the house, looking for something that we can use, or maybe if I can even find our weapons again.

I look around in the kitchen, and I can only find some silver spoons, forks, and plates. There's not even a knife here.

Great, I'm all set if I'm going to fight an army of evil pizzas.

I search the cupboard, but nothing there. Only some clothes and jeans, doubt that would be useful right now.

I try to take a look through the window, but the curtains won't open. It's like there's an invisible force sealing it shut.

No weapon, and no clue as where we are right now. It doesn't really look that good.

The door. We need to get out of here.

I approach Lisa, but then I notice a painting right above the fire mantel. A painting of a beautiful woman.

The painting seems so real, it feels that the person that is on that paint might have actually been real. It's hard to imagine that is a painting and not a photograph. It radiates beauty, and somehow when I look at it, I feel at peace.

The painting only drew the woman up until her shoulders. The woman looks around the age of late twenty. She has long golden hair that looks like hundreds of thousands beautiful golden threads put together. She has a pair of green eyes, almost glimmering like emeralds. The woman is smiling with her red lips. Her kind face melts my worries in an instant. Yet, even with all of that out of the world beauty, something about her is unmistakably human.

Whoever drew this painting must have been a master, probably not human.

I can just look at this painting for days without doing anything else.

The door creaks open, and it alerts me. I turn quickly to the door, instinctively. To my surprise, Willy is there holding grocery bags on each arm.

'You're up.' Willy says casually.

I back away instantly, and then I put my guards up. I glare at him, expecting him to charge forward at anytime.

Willy is wearing a plain blue shirt and long jeans. He doesn't seem to be carrying any weapon.

'Relax. I have no intention of harming you.' He says.

Willy walks to the dining table and put the grocery bags on it. He starts taking all sorts of things from there. Willy takes out a rice box, like the one that you can get from the convenience store, and then he offers it to me.

'Eat.' He says with an expressionless face.

I look at the food, and then I look back at him, 'You're kidding right?'

'Dinner is still a few hours away, this is just something to quench your hunger until then.' He replies.

I snort, 'You have to be crazy if you think I'm going to eat that.'

I don't like accepting food from an enemy, because most likely they're poisonous.

Willy smiles, amused, like he can read my mind, 'You're a smart girl, Annabeth. If I want to kill you, why didn't I just strike you down in your sleep?'

I pause. He does seem to have a point, and I'm really hungry.

I relax a bit. He makes a good point, but still doesn't mean he doesn't want me dead.

'Eat.' He says again.

He puts the rice box on the table, and then he sits down.

I approach the table, and then sit across Willy. I open the rice box, and then start eating it. I stare at him, still unsure why he's not hostile one bit.

'I'm not allowed to kill you.' Willy replies. He really does seem to be able to read my mind.

'The elder gods have declared that it might be more poetic that if you and that country girl there meet your end at John's hands.' He explains.

I freeze at the sound of that name. John… I can't forgive him for what he did. Cathy didn't deserve to die; she was a kind girl that was manipulated by a twisted boy.

'I can see that you're not very fond of him.'

I glare at him, 'Your brother killed an innocent girl.'

I look at him, expecting a reaction, but Willy looks calm from hearing this news. I was half-expecting him to be surprised.

'You already know…' I mutter.

Willy doesn't respond, he just sits there quietly.

I bang the table in anger and I stand up, 'She has been nothing but loyal to you! How can you just throw her away like she's some sort of a toy!?'

I clench my fists, and I bite my lips in frustration.

'What are you fussing about? She's a daughter of Hermes, there are plenty of them. She's worthless.' Willy declares.

I leap across the table, knocking everything down on the table, and then I land on Willy. I pin him down, and then I punch him in the face, leaving a little cut on his lips.

I grab the collar of his shirt, 'She's a thousand times worthier than you.'

Willy laughs, he looks amused of what I said.

I can't believe that this person is Percy's half-brother. No matter how you think about it, they're both so different.

'What is it all for? Just for some petty vendetta against the gods!? What do you want exactly!?' I burst in anger.

Willy grins, 'You want to know what I want, Annabeth? It's simple really, I want the power to destroy all the Olympians and all the Primordial.'

I look at him, confused.

'I want to become a god.' He smiles to me.