Percy
After their meeting, they walked from the Senate House to the field were the ship was landing, but only on the terms that Percy was led handcuffed with a dozen swords pointing at his neck. He thought about the expression on his friends when they saw him. Hopefully, he thought, Annabeth wouldn't go completely out of control. Tyson stood in the Field of Mars with Ella the Harpy, waving down the ship. He had to admit it, Camp Half-Blood had outdone themselves without him...as usual, he thought bitterly. Celestial bronze plating, rotating ballista, crossbows, rockets, shields, cannons (the pirate ship kind) and the head of the dragon that had chased him, Annabeth, and Beckandorf through the woods during capture the flag last summer mounted on the bow. The ship landed with a massive THUMP and a steel boarding ramp cascaded out. A guy who had appeared on the message, Leo, came out first. Then a guy Percy assumed must be Jason Grace walked off the deck onto the ramp. And then…Annabeth. His heart did a few wind sprints in his chest when he saw her, but he decided to wait, because of the handcuffs and all. And then another strikingly beautiful Girl walked out…maybe the girl who had called Leo "Repair boy" in the message. All four of them had something in common. All four of them were looking at him with expressions of stark bewilderment on their faces. Percy winced, then looked at Jason and said, "Let's face it, this isn't the weirdest thing you've caught them doing, is it?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "Maybe not," he admitted. He waited for another moment, and then said to the Romans, "Well, what are you waiting for? Uncuff him, then I need to find out what's been going on while I've been gone," The Romans did as he asked, then escorted him to the Senate house. As he walked by Percy he hissed urgently, "Who are they?" Percy responded in a barely audible whisper "Hazel and Frank". When everyone had cleared out, he ran up to Annabeth and hugged her fiercely, not wanting to let go. Pure joy and excitement flowed through him. Everything was all right, and for a moment it was just him and her and their happiness. She released him a little and whispered in his ear, "I missed you" He nodded and let his longing and worry and emotion escape. He held her, taking her in, and said quietly, "You seem…Different." She nodded and said "I had a lot of sleepless nights waiting, and searching, and praying, and-"Percy interrupted her and said "Just forget all of that, Annabeth. I'm here now. I'm here…"
Later that night, as Percy drifted off, a dream took him…
"Well," Gaea mused. "Our Hero has a weakness… Perhaps we can use it against him, eh, Porphyrion?" The giant, standing nearby, was easily as tall as Percy's apartment, with hair full of live serpents and dozens of Camp Half-Blood bracelets attached to his spear. Mighty as he appeared, he was put to shame by the massive figure looming in front of him. The shape, which had no clear form, billowed and smoked like water. At the same time, Percy became aware of a far reaching presence in the chamber, a consciousness which billowed and expanded even more than the Earthen Giantess whose mind it was. The Giant, rising to his full height, replied "Indeed, mother. If I can capture one, the other will run right to us". Percy grew cold with fear, knowing that they spoke of him and Annabeth. He resolved to be cautious from then on. As he did, Porphyrion bared his fangs and sniffed. "In all these years we have slept, my mother, our senses have grown dull". Gaea, straitening with displeasure, said "How so, dear son?" Porphyrion laughed at the ignorance of his foolish mother. "Do you not sense it? We are being watched!" he roared, and slashed his spear at the place where Percy stood…
"AARRGHH!" groaned Percy as he woke. He straitened bolt upright and reached for his pen. Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream, he told himself. But as much as he disliked it, he had to admit the truth. He-and Annabeth-were in grave danger.