I have two followers! Woo! Thank you FoggyNights.p2 and eragon and percy reunited, your liking of my story is appreciated! So this next bit was supposed to be with the first chapter but I really wanted to publish somethingso I cut this bit out, whoops. Anyway this is where the action really starts! Enjoy! Oh, and of course I don't own any of these characters, that's all uncle Rick's work.

Goodbye

"The plan is set; we all know what we have to do. Don't screw anything up, I'm not losing my last ever capture the flag!" Everyone nodded and cheered when I had finished. Even though this was technically Percy's team, I was still better at tactical decisions being a daughter of Athena so he allowed me to address everyone with our plan.

"Percy, anything to add?" I said while turning towards him. Throughout my explanation of what we were about to do, he had been rather distant, looking at the lake which could just be seen through the trunks of the trees. Over dinner, the ripples on the lake had turned to waves, peaking through the sheet of blue and tipped with little peaks of white foam, and then those waves had gone from choppy to what seemed like shear vertical sheets of water that slammed themselves onto the beach. It was a little surreal seeing these waves without wind, rain, thunder and lightning accompanying them, something I'd come to expect when the waters that rough.

"Percy," I persisted a little more to draw his attention away from the water.

"Um, yeah?" he said when I had finally got his attention. The way he was looking suggested I had just interrupted him from an important thought; one that I doubted had to do with the game which was just about to start. Subtly I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head towards the crowd of demigods that were gathered around us, which included the Ares and Hermes' cabins.

"Oh yeah, ok um…let's make sure we win this one guys, or I'm going to have to deal with Wise girl being pissed at me for not winning her last capture the flag." Everyone laughed at us, especially when I playfully punched him in the shoulder as if to show annoyance. It seemed almost like he was back to his normal self, but I could tell the smile that he borne wasn't real.

"Right," Percy shouted out after the laughter had died down, "let's get into our positions. Good luck everyone!" There was a large cheer before everyone parted.

I turned so I could directly face him.

"Are we ready?"

"Yeah, c'mon I have an idea," he told me before stalking off.

I followed him, my strides not quite matching his, "What is it? I thought perhaps we could draw Jason to the creek to get him away from his team."

"Actually my idea was a little different to that," for some reason he kept looking over his shoulders like he was expecting something to jump out from behind him.

"Ok," I waited for him to tell me his plan, but he didn't say anything, just kept persevering forward through the forest, in a route that looked like it lead back to camp. That's when I started to notice little things about his appearance, like his hands twitching, something he only does when he's nervous or starting to go into a battle, or the fact that his pace was almost running, like he was desperate to get somewhere.

"Percy?"

"Hm…yeah?" He replied, still moving forward at a fast pace, not even bothering to look back at me.

"The plan, what is it?" My tone was tinged with slight annoyance. At this he suddenly stopped and turned to face me, grabbing my two arms, with his face near mine.

"I thought I had more time…I thought I could properly say-" before he could finish there was a loud crash from the shore, interrupting him speaking and his attention.

Under his breath he whispered, "Oh no, no, no, no, please not yet."

"Percy, what's the matter?" He looked back at me, his green eyes as wild as the water.

"We need to keep moving," and then he was off again, except now he was tenser. You could visibly see the veins on his arms that lead to his clenched fists. Each stride he took was done quickly, but had a loud impact when he placed his foot down, like he was stomping. His neck was held up right, showing that he was being more alert than usual.

After our talk on the dock, he became more and more agitated throughout dinner, reflecting the mood of the water. Over the years, I had come to expect Percy's mood to influence the water around him, he was a Poseidon child after all. But it was never the other way round. Never had I seen him become like this when the water was rough, usual he would make a joke about his dad getting pissed at someone. However, the way the water was acting seemed to be affecting Percy personally, and the water, like him, was getting worse.

We walked in silence; him still being incredibly tense, and me just following him, wondering what was happening. Once we had broken through the foliage and were out of the forest, he made his way to his cabin. But not before passing the fire pit, which now held embers. There was Tyson talking to Ella, the harpy which Tyson had taken a fancy to.

"Tyson!" Percy shouted over to him. Tyson looked up to Percy, and they both shared a look, but neither started walking towards each other.

That's when I realised it wasn't just Percy who had been acting strangely, Tyson had been as well. Over the last couple of weeks, he had become more withdrawn, working in the forges instead of talking to Percy or Ella. Whenever I did see him though, he was sad, and looked like tears were going to start seeping out of his eye. I didn't take particular notice to it because I was preoccupied with preparing for senior year and later life, as well as starting to notice Percy's extreme work outs and training exercises. Guilt started to unfurl itself inside me. I kept thinking how I should've noticed Tyson's, as well as Percy's, attitude change.

"C'mon Annabeth, I need to grab some stuff," that's when he took my hand, and we were off again walking to his cabin.

When we got to his cabin, he threw the door open and walked in, and that's when I saw something very worrying. At that point I knew something was wrong, more wrong than I thought before.

His room was clean. Completely and utterly clean. I had been in Percy's cabin and even room before, and I had never seen it clean, the only time he makes an effort is when there are cabin inspections, and even then it's not the best. Usually I would expect his dirty clothes to litter the floor, rubbish that he tried to throw in the bin to lie a couple of feet away from it, the corners of his sheets not tucked under his mattress, and his duvet to be crumpled and falling off of the bed onto the floor. Yet the room I saw was spotless, no clothes, no rubbish, and bed perfectly made. In fact it looked like no one had been living here. The only object that gave away his presence was the rucksack which had been placed on Percy's bed.

Walking over to his bed, he opened the rucksack and checked inside it. I didn't know what he was checking, and it didn't bother me. What bothered me was that he had a rucksack.

"Percy…" my voice trailed off, I felt like I was going to cry. I could deal with a problem of his, I could deal with a lot of things, but him leaving wasn't one of them. I had found that out when Hera took him away from me, and when I thought he had died in the labyrinth.

"…what's going on?" I finally managed to finish. He knew I was sad, and I could see that was hurting him. I could see it in his stance, how he couldn't look at me, in his slow breathing.

"Wise girl, I don't know how to say this…" at that he looked up at me. I was still standing in the doorway, almost like I was trying to stop him leaving.

"Try," was all I said.

"I've got to go somewhere," it looked like the words were breaking his heart; I knew because they were breaking mine too.

"Do I need to pack Percy?" He knew I would ask something like this. He knew I would come with him wherever, even if it meant we were both likely to die. I would rather go where he was going than stay here by myself, not knowing what's happening to him.

"Annabeth…" he slung the backpack over his shoulder, "…you can't. You can't come with me," he walked towards me, and looked me dead in the eye. He could see tears start to form, so he put both his hands on my cheeks.

"I wish you could come…but you can't. You really can't."

"Why? Do you not want me to come?"

"No, of course I want you there…we're a team after all."

"Then why can't I?" He closed his eyes, sighed, and gently put his forehead on mine.

"I can't tell you why…I wish I could, but I can't."

"Percy…tell me something please, anything," he thought for a second, eyes open but forehead still resting on mine. Slowly I placed my hands on his arms, to emphasise how I needed an answer. My touch seemed to do something to him, so he started talking.

"You've seen it on the news Annabeth, how bad it's got," I tried thinking of what he was referring to. Was it monsters that the mortals were mistaking to be terrorist attacks? Or was it something else.

"How bad what's got?"

"The water, Annabeth, the water," he said urgently, like it was the biggest problem in the world, like it was physically hurting him.

"What about the water? What is it Percy, what happened?"

"Don't you remember? The tsunamis that keep happening, the increase in shipwrecks, the oil spills! I can feel it Annabeth, I can feel them! We all can," I was confused. There had been stuff on the news about these events, but I hadn't really taken noticed. None of the campers had, we had just won the giants war! Something else then caught my attention in what he had said.

"Who's 'we' Percy?"

"We…it's um…Annabeth I can't…I really can't tell you anything else."

"Percy, you haven't told me anything at all!"

"I know…I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…just remember that I love you wise girl."

"You're saying that like you're saying goodbye," it came out as a whisper, but had the same impact as if I shouted it at him.

"Annabeth, I'm not saying goodbye, I'm coming back…I just don't know when I'll be back."

"Please, let me come with you, we'll figure this out together…please Percy."

"I'm sorry Annabeth," quickly he kissed me. Short and sweet. Then he pulled his hands away from my face, and side-passed me to begin to leave. I was shocked, just standing where he had left. Had he really just left me? Just like that? No, I thought, he isn't leaving like that.

I started to shake my head, with anger and sadness. Viciously I turned to see him walking away.

"Percy, wait!" he didn't stop but kept going, he looked like he was going to the water edge.

"Stop!" I ran up to him.

"You're leaving, just like that, no other goodbye, nothing else!?" Just as I finished talking, there were loud cheers from the forest. Obviously someone had won capture the flag, a game that meant nothing to me now if Percy wasn't going to be here.

"Actually no," he said, just remembering something, "there's something else I wanted to tell you…Promise me, swear it even, that you will not take of your necklace or the beads I've given you, and that…that you just carry on as normal…"

"Percy wh-"

"Swear it Annabeth, for me."

"Ok…ok…I swear on the river of Styx that I won't take off my necklace," as I said it, I looked down to see all the beads that I had collected over the year and two gifts from Percy. One was my red coral pendant which he got me when we first started going out, and the other a pearl which he gave to me only a few weeks prior. "…and that I'll…I'll carry on life as normal," I expected some lightning to strike when I had finished, something that always seems to occur when you swear something, but nothing happened.

"Good…good…" he whispered to himself.

"Percy, why did you want me to do that?" He wasn't going to give me an answer; I could see it in his eyes. With the green was this stubbornness, and an omniscient look that he knew what was going to happen. I finally understood what he must of felt when I knew his prophecy and he didn't.

Behind me I could hear Ella and Tyson; they were having the exact same talk that Percy and I were having, except Ella wasn't taking it too well.

"Tyson has to leave now," His one eye was sobbing as he said this and made his way to Percy.

"NO! NO! NO!" was all Ella could say. However it looked like Tyson wasn't listening to her, but instead focused on walking to the water, where Percy was meaning to go. As he walked past us, Percy nodded at him, and they shared the same look as before.

"Why are you and Tyson leaving Percy? And where are you going?" Before I could get any kind of response, a load of campers burst through the forests, half cheering, and the other half looking rather solemn. I couldn't tell who had won because my attention was purely on Percy.

"I've told you Annabeth, I can't tell you," by this point the majority of the campers had their attention on Ella, who was still screaming 'no' at Tyson, and grabbing his arm to pull him away from the water.

"Why can't you tell me, did someone forbid you?" As soon as the word had left my mouth, I knew that was why. His face immediately darkened with an expression as solemn as those amongst the losing campers.

"You swore against the river of Styx didn't you?" Ella's screaming had got worse, and so had Tyson's crying. From the corner of my eye I could see some of the campers going to over to see what the problem was, one of them was Piper. However the attention of the rest were now on Percy and I.

"Yes, I did," his response both soothed and worried me, it showed that he wasn't purposely hiding anything from me, but it made me wonder what he'd got himself into.

"Look, I wish I could tell you-" he didn't finish. Behind him the water was rising in the air, spiralling and colliding with each other. It showed every blue there has ever been, with cobalt and aquamarines weaving themselves together. I could hear every sound the sea had made, with whooshes, and splashes that children make while swimming, and the crashes of waves on delicate sand and harsh rock. The water moved in a fluid motion around the camp until it all collided together next to Tyson creating the shape of a figure: Poseidon.

When Percy's dad appeared, the whole camp went silent, even Ella.

"I've got to go now Annabeth," Percy didn't even need to look at who it was, he just knew.

"Please, don't…"

"Bye Annabeth," he said it just before he kissed me. It was a proper kiss, not like the one he had quickly given me in the cabin. His hands instantly wrapped around my waist, and I could feel his whole body against mine. I didn't want it to stop. But alas it did.

"I love you wise girl, I'll be back," and then he left, walking towards his father and Tyson.

I'm not quite sure what happened next. Ella was screaming, some of the campers were talking amongst themselves about what was happening, Chiron and my friends were walking towards me, but all I saw was Percy who had a tense look with his father, and then…they were gone. The water just engulfed them all, and he was gone.

Percy Jackson had disappeared again.

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