Annabeth

'Oh my gods, what the heck is that beeping!' thought Annnabeth, searching for the source in a frenzy. Minutes passed and the beeping grew louder and louder until Annabeth's eardrums were ringing. Just before Annabeth reached her breaking point, silence filled the field. She looked up just in time to see Percy's eyes widen in understanding. He looked at her in horror and started running as fast as he could.

BOOM!

Grass, dirt, and rocks flew everywhere. Annabeth was flung backwards from the blast. She toppled over a boulder and clung onto it for protection from massive flying projectiles. She crouched down to shield her self. Finally, the air stilled and she was able to peek over the boulder. Trees were toppled; boulders were strewn across the field as if they were pebbles. But the most distinguishing new feature on the field was a massive crater where the arrow had been. Instantly Annabeth went into captain, mode checking to see if everyone was okay. Piper lay groggily on her back ten feet away from Annabeth. She began to stir and sat up, clutching her head. Jason, who was completely covered from head to foot in dirt, went to help her up. Leo tried standing, but collapsed back down. His ankle had been broken. Annabeth made her way over to him and gave him some ambrosia from the bag she kept in her backpack at all times. She looked over on the other side of the field. The tall Asian boy was helping the younger girl up. They both looked unharmed. 'Okay Piper, Leo and Jason, and then the two Romans and Percy….OH GODS! Where's Percy?'

Annabeth looked franticly around the field. Clarisse had unloaded a group of Apollo campers who were going around treating the others' wounds. She saw all five of the younger campers getting treated, but no Percy. 'It's stupid to worry' she chided herself 'Percy can take care of him self, it's not as if he's a complete seaweed brain! And besides he has the curse of Achilles, he can't get hurt….right..?' WRONG! Percy lay eagle spread on his back a good 30 feet from the crater. As Annabeth ran towards him she saw that his purple shirt was soaked with…. Was that blood? He was covered in dirt, and all ready forming bruises. She knelt down next to Percy's unconscious body, and tried to feel for a pulse. Minutes past before Annabeth sat back on her heels, relived. He still had a heart beat, thank the gods.

She heard foot steps behind her and turned to see one of the Apollo campers running towards her. The girl looked about fourteen. Annabeth remembered seeing her around camp once or twice. She had medium length brown hair with tons of natural highlights varying from dirty blond to a rich chestnut color and deep hazel eyes. The girl had come on March 31st following a satyr over Half-Blood hill with nothing but a backpack filled with biology textbooks and a flute. Annabeth remembered that the girls name was Jillian. She had been claimed by Apollo that very night. At first Jillian seemed shy and nervous, but she had a knack for archery and music and settled in quickly.

Even though Jillian had only been at camp for a couple of weeks, she had gained a lot of respect from her fellow campers. She was great with healing, probably the best out of all the Apollo campers. Once the healer got there she immediately set to work, cramming ambrosia into Percy's mouth, and forcing nectar down his throat.

Annabeth held her breath while Percy was being treated. It wasn't until he muttered something about blue cookies and buttery popcorn that she knew he would be okay. Everyone gathered around the son of Poseidon. The two Romans looked on in shocked silence at the boy on the ground. Annabeth didn't know whether she liked them or not, so far she was leaning towards dislike but then again, the boy had shot an arrow at her that ended up blowing up her boyfriend.

Leo kept poking Percy's arm with a stick like he was some zoo animal that might squirt water at him if he was lucky. Before Annabeth could punch him, Piper did the honors, giving Leo a new black eye. This of course caused repair boy and the dove to a heated argument about what, Annabeth wasn't quite sure. She let Jason settle the petty argument, she wasn't in the mood for their squabbling.

"Okay, he should wake up in 10, 9, 8, 7…" said Jillian, being annoyingly precise.

Annabeth held her breath…. "…6,5,4,3…" everyone was dead silent as they watched the son of Poseidon twitch his fingers slightly… "…2,1,0…"

I know I know this is a really bad chapter, I'm probably going to work on it some more and replace it in the future, but for now this will just have to do. My OC, Jillian is based of my best friend, she encourages me daily to do what I love (writing) and without her I never would have made an account on FanFiction. (Actually, coincidentally she's the one who introduced me to the Percy Jackson series in the first place… THANKS AquaHaruhiGo!)

-jgoulding97