Seven days after I broke up with Percy, I headed to camp, hoping he wasn't there, but knowing that he was. I wanted to apologize for being the one who ruined our relationship. I knew he was just being a seaweed brain, but for some reason, with the waitress being the one who flirted with him, and him not knowing it, really hit the spot. I think it was because I thought Ella was kind of pretty, and that I wasn't, even though I knew that Percy couldn't care less about what I looked like.

I walked past camp borders and Malcolm, my (favorite) half brother, came up to me. I expected him to smile and hug me when he saw me, but he only looked depressed, like something miserable had happened. Before he reached me, I looked around the camp and saw that the faces of most the campers were the same as Malcolm's. When they saw me looking at them, they smiled sadly. I guess they didn't know about Percy and I.

"Annabeth. It's Percy."

"What?! What happened!"

"We had war games three nights ago. A hellhound attacked him. Slashed him across the back. He's unconscious in the infirmary."

I pushed past him, knowing fully that I was the reason he was hurt. If we hadn't broken up, he would still be unharmed. He was distracted. And that was why the hellhound was allowed to sneak up on him like that.