Okay, I know I'm updating a lot quicker than most fics do, but I'm way too addicted to this site. I figure that as soon as I stop writing this fic then I'll be less addicted. I've got exams coming up and I need to revise history, French, English ect. ect. The only flaw in my plan being that I'm addicted to reading this site more than writing it. So unless every decent fic written spontaneously vanished, then I'm gripped!

Oh well, sooner or later I'll stop reading this site and start revising.

Anyway, I don't own the rights to Percy Jackson- I'm not Mr. Riordan. Neither did I write the plot, but I've been over that. So thanks everyone for reviewing and I still need help with the humour!

Enjoy this ridiculously quickly updated fic!

Annabeth's POV

Annabeth was mindlessly filling out a Sudoku while looking through her book, entitled 'Pillars Galore- The Secret behind Ancient Architecture is OUT!' She sighed and closed the book. It didn't tell her what she wanted to know.

She picked up the next book on her pile, which was called 'The Secretly Awesome Life of a Pillar'. The first paragraph read:

'We all love to stare at pillars in our free time. There magnificent beauty is just awe striking. But do we really know our marble friends? Do you really know the story behind the pillar you were looking at last week, yesterday or even right now? I, Celia Rogers, am going to take you on a wondrous journey to explain the truth behind our magnificent, captivating, inanimate friends. And through this journey we will discover their hardship, sacrifice and love for one another. So next time you sit at your favourite spot, and stare at your favourite pillar you will be able to feel one with it. Please enjoy.'

Annabeth riffled through the pages of the book before shutting it. Whatever Celia Rogers wanted to say about pillars, and magical journeys, Annabeth wasn't interested. She looked at her pile of books. The next one was entitled 'A Pillar- the Lonely Struggle through Civilisation'. She discarded that book too and turned to the next one. It said 'The Biography of a Pillar, the Truth behind the Stone'. Annabeth was starting to wonder if these books were written by very sad people.

Her fears were confirmed when she read the title of the next book, which was 'The Funny Side of Pillars- It's Pillarious!"

She shrugged, and was surprised to see an almost done Sudoku sitting on her desk. Her mind must have wondered of while she was reading. She put 3 in one of the boxes to complete the puzzle. Her digital clock told her it 16:21.

"I'm going to find Percy." She told Frank who was sitting on her bed reading a book on his Chinese heritage.

"Oh, okay, I'd better come too then." He put the book aside, stretched and joined her in the corridor.

Ever since the flood, the demigods had been going around in pairs. It meant that one of them could hold of the monster while the other one got help, or they both took down the monster together. Jason felt that part of the reason why Leo had been taken out so easily by the monster was because he had been on his own at the time. Demigods were naturally better together- safety in numbers and all. They still hadn't been able to find Leo, despite havong looked for hours. Piper and Hazel ere out looking at that very moment. Annabeth sighed and walked down the corridor.

Annabeth found Percy talking with Jason in the mess room. Probably about the monster or something else that leaders need to be discussing. However when she got closer she heard Jason say:

"No way! Jason was a way better hero than Perseus. I mean he found the Golden Fleece and he lead the Argonauts well. He was like amazing."

"Do you know how he died? He was asleep under the stern of the rotting Argo when it fell on him, killing him instantly. Very Heroic. Killed by his own boat."

"Yeah, so. Do you know how Perseus died?"

"No, how?" Percy replied.

"Well, I'm not too sure but let me just load up Wikipedia and I'll tell you." Percy rolled his eyes. "Don't act like that- I'm Roman, I'm not supposed to know the Greek Myths."

"Why are you two arguing about this?" Annabeth and Frank entered the room.

"Arguing, us, nah. We were just discussing leader stuff- like the monster threat. Getting serious now, right Perc?"

"Yeah, Jase, good thing we spent the last few hours formulating a plan." Annabeth rolled her eyes and sat down next to Percy. She tossed Jason and Frank a look. They took the hint and left the two alone.

"What have you been doing all morning then?" Percy asks.

"Just looking into some pillar stuff. Hey, if you're interested, then I'll tell you some cool stuff. Hold let me just get my notepad." Annabeth didn't wait for a reply. She was off down the hallway to get the book before he could form a sentence.

She was so excited to tell Percy about pillars (the reverting topic that they are) that she didn't notice Frank and Jason, who were eavesdropping outside the door. This meant she didn't notice Frank give Percy an 'I feel bad for you now' look. And Percy give Frank an 'I've got this covered' look as a reply and hold up two small plastic blue headphones.

Annabeth returned with her notepad and sat down next to Percy.

"So, do you know anything about pillars?"

"Yeah, there really soft, and good to sleep on oh and I read somewhere that 99% of people have a pillow to sleep on, but 70% of those people find their pillow uncomfortable." Percy looked pleased with himself. When he noticed Annabeth was laughing, he looked doubtful.

"No, seaweed brain. Not pillOWs, pillARS. The things that hold up buildings."

"Oh right, in that case I only know that they hold up buildings."

"Okay, well I'll start with a definition, and then I'll move onto some fun facts that you'll love. One definition of pillows is that they are a 'freestanding columnar supporting member', the Oxford English dictionary says they are 'a tall vertical structure of stone, wood, or metal, used as a support for a building, or as an ornament or monument.' So that's what a pillar is.

Now I'll tell you the fun facts. Did you know that the phrase (in its earlier form from post to pillar) originally referred to the rapid movement of a ball around the court in real tennis. And that in the 16th and 17th centuries, a pillar denoted a small column carried as a symbol of dignity or office; this was used by Cardinal Wolsey and Cardinal Pole but strangely enough was not recorded elsewhere."

Percy nodded his head occasionally and listened as Annabeth went through the history of pillars, century by century. He didn't ask many questions, but Annabeth was fairly sure that was because he understood it all.

"Hey what's that noise?" Annabeth suddenly said. Percy looked confused when Annabeth stopped talking, but didn't reply. A faint 'cor shoo' sound was coming from behind the door. Annabeth drew her dagger and stepped hesitantly towards the doorway.

When she got closer it became clear that the sound was coming from here. She swung around the side of the doorframe. Dagger poised to attack whatever was on the other side.

"Wah!" Frank and Jason yelped as Annabeth thrust her dagger towards them. She surveyed the formally sleeping demigods.

"Why were you napping the middle of the hallway?"

"Um, we were just listening to your stuff about pillars." Jason explained.

"Yeah, I loved the bit about pillars in the first world war. I can't believe they put the ruined Pillar from St Jonas's Church on eBay!"

"That bit was the best!" Jason pitched in.

Annabeth was glad they'd liked her information. "I covered that bit a long time ago."

"Really, that must have been when we fell to sleep. From sheer exhaustion." Frank added in quickly.

"So do you guys want to come in and listen then?" Annabeth offered.

"No!" They both said quickly.

Annabeth shrugged, "Fine, I'll just tell Percy. He's listening still."

"What!" Jason said indignantly. "We were listening to more of it than he was! He's listening to music on your iPod." He snatched the headphones out of Percy's ears and held them up triumphantly in front of Annabeth. "See!"

"Wha'…" Percy looked up. Annabeth looked shocked. "Snitch," Percy accused Jason.

"Yep," Jason smirked at him. Annabeth stormed of.

"Hey, wait!" Percy called to her. She ignored him. "Wait for me."

Percy grabbed her arm. She swung around to face. "Leave me alone, seaweed brain. I'm too busy to talk to you." She shook him off and carried on down the hallway.

"I think she wants to be alone mate," she heard Jason say.

"Hey, where listening to 'Call me Maybe'?" Frank interjected.

"Yeah, why." Percy replied glumly.

"I love that song!" Frank said.

"Yeah, me too!" Jason added.

Annabeth heard 'Call me Maybe' and some very tuneless singing coming from their direction. She sighed and entered her room. She didn't have much time to ponder over what had just happened or to be angry at Percy because the minute she stepped into her room she was bombarded with grapes.

"Huh," she admired the purple fruit that was hanging from a vine which appeared to have grown out of the ceiling.

She plucked the small scrap of paper off the bunch and read:

Hey Amy Bay,

I need to talk to you, can't be bothered to wait until you sleep. Eat these grapes or be vaporized.

Yours Truly

MR. D

Annabeth sat down at her desk and reread the message. She didn't particularly want to talk to Dionysus, but she didn't want to be vaporized either. She sighed, plucked a grape of the vine and tossed it into her mouth. She knew Mr. D would love to vaporize her and that disobeying a god would just lead to trouble.

After finishing about four grapes Annabeth began to feel tired. She'd expected that. Stuffing another grape into her mouth- they were addictive- she slumped down onto her arms and fell to sleep instantly.

Annabeth stood in the strawberry fields at camp. It was a warm day and the strawberries had just been picked, leaving the tempting fresh aroma of strawberry juice in the air. The sky was a clear blue and the rolling hills surrounding the camp were different shades of green or alight with color from flowers.

Annabeth felt slightly annoyed they'd had to sail by the summer solstices. She knew the winds were weak and the gods were strong, but it was still a bit annoying. Summer was, by far, the best time at camp. She sighed and noticed a figure strolling towards her.

She stifled a laugh at Mr. D's ray bands, running trainers and bright clothes. She wasn't an Aphrodite kid or anything, but even she knew that fluorescent indigo shorts and fluorescent yellow shirts don't go together. He looked like some deranged traffic warden.

"Aah, Annie Bell, good thing you could show up."

"Annabeth, sir." She replied icily. He never got her name right.

"Okay fine, Aniela Teth, whatever. I've got important information for you." Dionysius puffed out his chest proudly. "You see Aneka Mess, you half-bloods are in danger of a line in the Great Prophecy. 'To storm or fire, the world must fall.' And I've come to encourage that this line will come true on your voyage."

"Wait, you're helping the world fall?"

"Naturally."

"Why? What's the point in doing that?"

"Well, you see the prophecy is a prophecy so it's going to come true weather I aid it or not. And I've got a bet going with Hermes that it will come true on your voyage. You see this is a very stupid bet, Anijah Theft, because it's most likely the whole prophecy will happen in Greece, not on the way. Which is why a little godly intervention is needed. So I'm merely seizing my opportunity to intervene."

"Great, another god against us- just what we need. Why are you telling me all this?" Annabeth asks sulkily.

"Well, Anneke Left," Dionysus's patronizing voice, mispronunciation (if you can call it that) of her name and brightly colored clothing was really beginning to get on Annabeth's nerves. "I felt, as this whole 'gods and demigods must combine to win' rubbish happened, I should inform you- as you are smartest of all you very stupid demigods- what I was up to. I will also grant you a lovely gift. Thank you so much for visiting camp half-blood on this fine old day. Enjoy your quest. Bye-ee!"

Annabeths world began to swirl before she say something rude and obnoxious to Dionysus. The next thing she knew, she was sitting at her desk again, with two bottles in front of her.

Looking out the window, Annabeth could see that it was late. She checked her clock: 5:12 am. The sky was still dark outside, without showing any sign of becoming light. It would be dawn soon. How long had she slept? She had gone to talk to Percy at around 4:30 in the afternoon. They'd probably talked for at least 3 hours. Then about half an hour she spent confronting him about headphones. That meant she probably came to her room around 8. So that was about 10 hours sleeping.

Annabeth shrugged and cautiously picked up a bottle from the table. She sniffed the top of it. It smelt sweet and tempting, almost like the strawberry fields. Her senses instantly went off. Anything that smelt this good was a trap. She took a small paper note out from between the two of the bottles and read:

Pleasure to talk to you, have a drink on me!

Bottoms up!

Mr. D

(BTW This is my new prophecy- it rhymes and everything)

Annabeth shoved the bottles on the floor and turned to another Sudoku. She was fed up with reading books on pillars for the time being and just needed to relax. She filled out a 4. Then an 8. The aroma from the bottles wafted up to her. She put a 1 in a box. The sweet aroma had surrounded Annabeth. She ignored it and put a 3 in a box. The longer she ignored it the more tempting it became. She whacked a 5 into the Sudoku and took one of the bottles. She took one tiny sip.

The warm liquid filled her mouth. It tasted like Ambrosia. She took a swig of the first bottle. The incredible liquid filled her mouth again. She felt it slip down her throat and warm twinge feeling filled her muscles. She took another mouthful, this time trying to savor the delicious liquid. It slipped down her throat again. She took another swig, then another.

Annabeth raised the bottle to her lips again. A few drops leaked out. Pressing her eye to the end of the bottle Annabeth saw that it was empty. She cursed in Ancient Greek.

Remembering the second bottle, Annabeth scooped it up and popped the lid off on the table. She raised the bottle into the air.

"Cheers, Mr. D," she said, filling her mouth with the incredible liquid.

Annabeth placed the empty bottle on the table, and slumped down onto her elbow. The sweet smell of the liquid clung to the air around her. She smiled to herself. What to do now? She'd find Percy, apologize for what had happened earlier.

She swayed to her feet and staggered over to the door. For some reason she was struggling to walk in a straight line. She slipped and hit the floor. Pulling herself up again she groped in the darkness for the door handle. She stumbled through the door and hit the wall of the hallway.

A drunken Annabeth staggered forward and went down the hallway in search of Percy.

Hey, thanks for reading my fic!

Any hints on humour are still welcome.

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