"Percy remember...you need to stay by the cart." Amphitryon said.
"Yes Father I know." Percy said.
But despite what his father said, Percy saw a girl walking toward the river.
"Can I help you?" Percy said. "I haven't seen you around."
"I'm—" the girl began, but a priest grabbed her.
"My young acolyte," the priest said. "You won't become a good Priestess by consorting with the likes of him. Can't you tell, he's loyal to Poseidon?"
The girl moved her eyes slightly, and the priest was thrown back. "I give you leave to go. I will speak to who I wish. I will return to the temple when I have finished. Leave, Ponos."
"Very well." Ponos said. "But Panikos and I will be reporting this."
"So report it!" The priestess forced him into the temple with her power.
"You...you're like me." Percy said.
"My name is Annabeth." Annabeth said. "Priestess of the Damned. Priestess to Hades. What do you mean I'm like you."
Percy flicked his hand and the water rose up above her.
"You...truly are the son of Poseidon." Annabeth said. "You must leave now. Before my master finds you. Stay far from me, Perseus."
Annabeth kissed his cheek and went into the temple as he touched his cheek and blushed.