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Annabeth:

I raced to help Jason haul Percy's limp body to the Argo II. We had landed so that we could get other kids who were here with him. There were six of them. They were all younger than Percy. The oldest ones looked about 16 or so. The youngest was a little blonde girl with big blue eyes. She was probably about six. She was adorable apart from the large wounds she had gotten from the explosion. I was so mad at Coach Hedge! He had went ballistae crazy, and ended up shooting the room where Percy was being kept. If they hadn't have been wearing the sunscreen, they would've been disintegrated immediately.

It hurt my head just to think about the prophecy. Six of us, Percy, and Six of them. This sounded like Percy was the link to something big, and new. Could we not just relax and lead normal lives?! Gods, why were the fates so cruel. I cradled Percy's head in my lap, and gazed at his peaceful expression. A smile flickered across his mouth, and he shifted in my arms.

"Annabeth..." he muttered and I whispered back to him, "Percy,"

Then, of course, he had to wake up. He jolted upright, nearly braining me. "Annabeth!" he cried out.

He saw me sitting beside him, and he grinned ear to ear.

"Oh, gods, Annabeth!" he said, and held out his arms, still in a body cast. He had broken several of his ribs when the explosion had blasted him halfway across the room.

I couldn't contain myself anymore. I launched myself into his arms, and he embraced me, weeping with joy. "I thought I had lost you again!" I cried, and he stroked my hair.

"What happened to you?" I asked, and his face darkened. His eyes took on a sadness I had never seen before. His shifted anxiously, as if trying to hide something from me. He grimaced and said quietly, "Not yet..." "Maybe when we're back at camp," he muttered. "When everything's normal again.

"Umm, Percy, about that, umm, I have a feeling things aren't going to be normal for a while now,"

"What do you mean?" he asked startled. I hated to do this to him, but he had to know.

"The day after you were kidnapped by those werewolf dudes..."

"e..as..rs," he mumbled.

"What?" I asked.

"They're called Erasers," he said, shivering, and touching his neck. He gasped, and said, "You didn't take it off. Take it off! Get it off of me!" He jerked as if being electrocuted, panic in his eyes.

"What?!" I cried. "What's wrong?!"

He pulled something around his neck. I looked closer and saw that it was a piece of wire.

"Hold still," I said. He went still, and I hacked the wire off with my knife. "

The fear ebbed from his eyes, but he still looked like he had been broken. My soul ached, and I needed to know what had really happened. "Percy, " I pleaded. "Tell me what happened!"

He shuddered, and arched his back, as if trying to relieve a crick in his neck. His shoulders jerked, and his eyes filled with pain for a second, and then he was perfectly fine again. I wondered if I had imagined it. But a couple minutes later, he gritted his teeth, and I saw he trying not to scream.

"Annabeth, go, get Max," he croaked, doubling over in pain.

"Max?" I asked.

"Tall one, sixteen, brown hair," he said, and collapsed on the floor of the room. "Hazel!" I screamed. She came rushing in, saw Percy on the floor writhing in pain, and nearly fainted.

"Go get the tall one with brown hair, umm, Max,"

Hazel's eyes were wide, but she did what I told her to, sprinting off towards the guest rooms where the kids we had picked up were still sleeping soundly.

A minute later, she came rushing back, with the girl in tow, looking very unpleased about being woken. The little girl with big blue eyes came dashing in behind them.

Max's eyes widened when she saw Percy on the floor, jerking spastically, unable to talk through the pain. "He called for you," I said.

"Okay, everyone leave the room," she said.

"No. I'm staying here," I said.

She stared at me like I had three heads. She glared at me, and I realized she wasn't used to having her orders questioned.

"I'm only doing it for Percy's good," she snarled. "He isn't ready to face it yet."

"Face what? What's going on?" I asked.

Percy looked up at me his eyes pleading with me to trust this odd girl with an odd name.

"Fine," I sobbed . "I'll go. But I'm going to figure out what's going on, one way or another."

I let a sob escape from my throat when I closed the door. The little girl was standing there.

"Hey, it will be alright," she said in a surprisingly mature voice. She had a solemn look in her eyes, as if she was wiser than time itself. Huh. Weird things for me to think. She smiled, and went back to being a cute little girl again.

She skipped off, humming a tune that sounded suspiciously like Jingle Bells.

Percy:

I groaned in agony as my shoulders throbbed yet again. Then, the pressure that had been built up in my shoulder blades suddenly dissipated, and the pain faded away. Ever since the first day, they had been throbbing, but now even that was gone. They just felt, well, done.

I got up and headed for the door.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!" cried Max. "You're in no fit state to be up walking around!"

"They're done," I said.

"It's not possible," she said.

I pulled at the wings with the tiny baby muscles that were still forming, and felt the giant feathery masses pull away from my shoulders and rise up into the air.

I look to either side of me. The wings stretched over two feet longer than my fingertips on either side. They were massive, glossy, and black, and they were silky smooth to the touch.

"Okay, yeah. They're done all right," she said."Which means, in a few days, you can start flying,"

"Whoa, hold on a second," I said. "Who said I was ever going to fly?"

"I did," she said.

"Zeus will blast me out of the sky!" I exclaimed.

"After you saved his butt twice?" she said. "I doubt it. He'll be mad, but he won't kill you,"

"Still..." I said.

"You are going to try at least,"

"Fine," I scowled. She left the room and I looked at my new wings. They were black as night. I gave them a few flaps, and felt the power behind them, even in their weak state. Wind gusted around my room, knocking over a chair. I almost lifted off the ground. Excitement flooded through me, and I couldn't wait to start flying. Zeus could go eat his beard.

Leos voice echoed over the intercom, "Land Ho!", and a thump rattled through the ship's hull.

We had arrived back at Camp Half-blood.