A/N: GAH! I nearly forgot! I was doing . . . something else. Sorry I haven't updated in . . . two weeks! The first time I had a prior engagement, so I wasn't near a comp at all. Last week . . . I don't want to talk about it. I AM SO SORRY. I feel really guilty . . . so here's your chapter! (I know you've been dying to find out)

Percy: Why?

When the warriors ambushed us, I knew it would take a miracle to get out of this alive. There were simply to many for the four of us, if we didn't try to make a run for it. The charge had been the right thing to do, because they were so heavy, but we were still hopelessly outmatched. Even Cora, who I suspected with the right weapon could take on the entire Ares cabin if she really wanted to, had little chance. We were stuck in a trap.

After mine and Cora's little clash with the fountain water, I lost sight of all the others again. Annabeth hadn't been too far away from me, but when I got distracted, I lost her in the sea of warriors.

Minutes passed and I fought the best I could, but the warriors were mortal, and even though they were attacking us, I still just couldn't kill them in cold blood. Although, I did disarm and knock out a good number of them.

Eventually I heard a voice through the din. It was Cora, and she was screaming our names. I whirled around towards the sound of her voice. There, across the park. She was fastened to a toppled tree trunk by a net.

I lifted my shield in front of me and ran. I was still too far away when an arrow flew by and hit the side of her head at the temple and she slumped into unconsciousness.

The warriors act fast. As soon as she was out, over half of them kept us busy with various attacks; the others went over and began to pick up Cora. They shrunk her shield and started tying her up.

With a yell, I lifted half the fountain water and threw it at them. But they formed a human wall, blocking any real damage and stopping it from reviving Cora.

I fought as hard as I could and rendered dozens helpless but it still wasn't enough.

A minute after Cora being knocked out the warriors all began to run out of the park, still defending, and the archers on the roof retreated. I was able to finally see Hunter and Annabeth.

We gave chase, but the men were too fast for us. I didn't understand how. Soon they ran out of view and we lost them in the streets of Phoenix.

Hunter wanted to keep going – I think he was a little crazy at that moment – but I managed to drag him back into that park because we were lost. I knew chasing wouldn't work (I unfortunally speak from experience) We all collapsed in a back corner.

Breathing heavily, our faces all shared the same expression – shock and pain. Cora, my half-sister, the girl with amnesia, one of the most amazing fighters I had ever seen; was kidnapped. Right under our noses. She was gone. Just like that.

"It was an ambush, whoever they were knew we would appear today," Annabeth whispered eventually.

"What are we going to do? This is her quest, and now she's kidnapped. How are we suppose to save her?" I asked, feeling slightly hopeless.

"I don't know but Percy . . ." Annabeth trailed off. I could see the faraway look in her eyes. Her mind was going a million miles an hour. "I just realized she got her memory back today, the Summer Solstice. Either it's a weird coincidence or . . ."

"Or the gods voted to give it to her," I finished.

Annabeth gave me a grim nod.

I turned over that possibility in my mind. It was just too weird. There was no way all the gods could possibly have a majority about doing something for a hero. Especially if it was my sister. That immediately knocked Athena, Ares, Dionysus, and probably Hera and Zeus from saying 'yes'. And that's half the council, and others might also say no. It would just be so weird if they got a majority. Unless . . . unless the answer lay in her past.

"Maybe she just got it 'cause it's been several weeks or something," I said, not really believing it. "We can't be sure the gods are behind this." Annabeth gave a small shrug.

"Maybe your right," she said. She still seemed uncertain. I looked over at Hunter. He looked torn between attacking someone or becoming mildly depressed. It struck me as very similar to how I looked when Annabeth was captured by Luke. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not . . .

Annabeth sighed and slung her bag off her back. She pulled out her many maps and began to leaf through them all. She found one of Phoenix and the surrounding areas. I watched her as she looked at it thoroughly. She quickly pinpointed our location and started to trace her finger along some route.

"That doesn't make any sense," she muttered after a couple of minutes. I frowned and looked over her shoulder at the maps.

"What doesn't make any sense?" I asked her.

"Look," she said tracing a finger on the page. "That's the route we followed the warriors on. It's too twisty for anyone to get away quickly. We should have been able to catch up with them because their armour would have slowed anyone down." I frowned, thinking that was strange. Annabeth was one to know every logical and scientific way. If this was what she said, then that was the truth.

"They must have used magic to get away," I said. After a moment, I thought of Thalia's promise to help if things caught intense. "Maybe we should contact Thalia. She could help. The Hunters might be able to track them."

Annabeth looked a bit surprised, like it was a miracle that I thought of that quickly. She gave a slow nod, a calculating look in her stormy grey eyes.

"Let's go find a rainbow," she said and we stood up. Hunter followed us blindly, confused, but not about to be left behind.

We found a secluded drinking fountain to use. I uncapped Riptide and slashed the nozzle off. A think mist spouted up, turning into a rainbow in the hot dry air of Phoenix. Annabeth pulled out a drachma and tossed it in; it disappeared in the usual golden shimmer.

Once we got through to Thalia and told her the news, well, I thought she was going to shock someone. I wasn't sure why she was taking it so personally. I mean, I was freaking out inside, but it was my sister! Thalia had never met her, so why was it such a big deal to her? I'd have to ask her when she wasn't in this mood. Because right now I felt like she was going to send a lightning bolt to kill me. Maybe it was just a girl thing, Thalia being a Hunter and all.

"So anyways Thals," Annabeth said. "If you and the Hunter's could do a little scouting that'd be great. Those men are strange, and we really could use the help. We'll still be looking, but we can't track as well as you guys." Annabeth was doing her pleading, puppy dog eyes thing. It made her look even more adorable.

"I'll send a couple Hunter's to go and roam," Thalia promised. "I'll I-M you if we find anything. I'd better go now though." We nodded and said good-bye to Thalia. She cut the connection and we were left staring at the broken fountain.

When we checked the time, it turned out it was 8:30 in the evening. Seriously, where did all the time go? We knew we had to stop for the night, but we didn't want to risk staying in a hotel after that one afternoon. Nor did we want to stay in the park, it was too exposed.

In the end we found this construction site that was building some houses. The structure was already up so we climb over the fence and stayed inside one of them.

The next day, we had no news from Thalia and the Hunter's. We searched Phoenix and surrounding areas thoroughly, going into every likely location. The whole day, that was all we did. Search, and search, and search. But we didn't find anything. Not a single clue as to where Cora had been taken. Strangely, we weren't attacked by any monster's either. Nothing, we had nothing to go on. It was like she had vanished without a trace.

That night, when I was asleep - well, let's say it wasn't peaceful at all. It was full of different god's voices yelling, cursing, and muttering. Basically it wasn't fun. I recognized a few voices. Something had annoyed them – again. They seemed edgy, worried, outraged. It made me even more anxious about everything.

In the morning when me and Annabeth woke up things were about as calm as my sleep. Hunter had been on guard, because he wouldn't sleep, and when we saw him, he was as pale as linen. He tried to tell us something but we couldn't catch any of it.

"Whoa, slow down," I said slowly. "What's wrong?" He began to speak more slowly, and judging by how he looked, this was going to take a long, long time.

A/N: Hmm, I wonder what has gotten Hunter so riled up? Wait, stupid question, because it seems everyone in the world knows what's happening between Hunter and Cora when they don't even know themselves! But I mean, why is he more agitated in the morning? You'll find out next week! Until next time . . . !