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This one's another diary entry, Anabeth's POV. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Hazel found some tunnels for me to travel through. I smashed through the floor of the office with a bazooka (one of the two guns I actually know. The other one is a sniper). I grabbed the rights, but again, the seals were there. Imagine how much it hurt with the suit on. Now imagine it without the suit. So. Much. Pain. Rick Riordan still owns all of the characters and everything recognizable from PJO and HoO.

Annabeth XV

Dear Diary,

I am so mad at Percy; he is just so oblivious. I hate it. Today was awful!

I was walking from camp to Percy's introduction day at his new school. I had spent hours in front of my closet, looking for something to wear. Normally, I wouldn't fret about clothes, but for some totally unknown reason, I wanted to look good on my "friendly outing" with Percy. I chose my normal camp t-shirt and some slim jeans. I threw my hair into the normal ponytail. I didn't want to overdress, but I wanted to look good.

So there I was, walking down the streets, deep in thought about a certain boy. Oh, who am I kidding? I have a crush. I'll admit it. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going when, suddenly, someone bumped into me. I looked up to see it was Percy himself. He looked gorgeous in a normal t-shirt and jeans.

It was annoying.

"Hey, you're out early!" I laughed, grabbing his shoulders to stop him from falling. For a second, everything was all good. Then I saw a redhead running after Percy. A pretty redhead.

"Percy, wait up!" she called. I instantly hated her. It had never crossed my mind that Percy might have a girlfriend. But he would have told me, right?

Right?

Then, I noticed the smoke coming from a building that looked like a school. And I just knew that my best friend had blown up another school.

I frowned at him. "What did you do this time?" I demanded. "And who is this?" I thought the second question was more important than a blown up school.

"Oh," he said. "Rachel—Annabeth. Annabeth—Rachel. Um, she's a friend. I guess." He looked uneasy at the 'friend' part. Panic built up in my chest, and all sorts of thoughts went through my head.

Did they kiss? Are they a couple? Are they almost a couple? You get the idea.

"Hi," Rachel said to me, giving me a smile. I just stared coldly at her. Then she turned to Percy. "You are in so much trouble. And you still owe me a explanation!"

I heard sirens not so far away. Great, the police are after Percy. Again.

"Percy," I said, trying to keep my cool. "We should go."

The redhead, Rachel, started talking again, making me even more annoyed.

"I want to know more about half-bloods." Wait, he told her? I thought. "And monsters." She continued. Damn, Percy, you told her everything? "And this stuff about the gods." She grabbed his underarm, took a permanent marker out of her pocket, and wrote some numbers on Percy's arm, probably her phone number. I was just about ready to smack her right there and then. "You're going to call me and explain, okay? You owe me that. Now get going."

"But—" Percy started to protest.

"I'll make up some story. I'll tell them it wasn't your fault. Just go!" She said, leaving us alone.

I stared at Percy, trying to understand why he would tell Rachel about 'our world'. Annoyed, I just turned and walked away. I was afraid that if I didn't do that, I would smack him instead of Rachel.

"Hey!" He said, running after me. "There were cheerleaders, see, and they said camp was going to burn, and—"

Frankly, I didn't care about those things. I only cared about the fact that he was probably flirting with Rachel. "You told a mortal girl about half-bloods?" I demanded, thoroughly angry at him.

"She can see through the Mist. She saw the monsters before I did." He tried to explain, but I wasn't listening.

"So you told her the truth?" I asked.

"She recognized me from Hoover Dam, so—"

My heart sank. He met her before? They already knew each other? Maybe they were a couple since the winter, and I didn't know. The thought made me miserable.

"You've met her before?" I asked.

"Um, last winter. But seriously, I barely know her." Percy said.

"She's kind of cute," I thought. Then, I realized I said that out loud.

"I—I never thought about it." But if he never thought about it, why would he hesitate?

I kept on walking towards York Avenue.

"I'll deal with the school," He said. I could see he wanted to change the subject. That confirmed my suspicions; he liked her. If he didn't want to talk about her, he liked her. Boys don't like talking about their feelings.

I wouldn't look at him; I was too hurt. "I guess our afternoon is off." I was very disappointed, because I had been so excited about this. "We should get you out of here, now that the police will be searching for you."

"You're right" Percy said. He, too, looked disappointed. Probably because Rachel had left. "We have to get to Camp Half-Blood."

And that, dear diary, is why Percy is the most oblivious person in the world. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

Love,

Annabeth

Dear Diary,

I just came back from the war council. I am so scared. So, so, scared.

I got my prophecy. It went like this:

You shall delve in the darkness of the maze

The dead, the traitor, the lost one raise

You shall fall or rise by the ghost king's hand

The child of Athena's final stand

Destroy with a hero's final breath

And lose a love to worse than death.

It's so ominous. If this was how Percy felt when he got his prophecy, I have even more respect for him, because he looked confident.

The first line obviously means that we enter the Labyrinth.

The second line means that we raise the dead, which didn't sound good, the lost one, which could be Pan, and the traitor, which also didn't sound good.

The third line means that the ghost king could either help us or not. Who is the ghost king? It could be a ghost of a former king, or the King of the Ghosts. Both worry me.

The fourth line worries me a lot. Does it mean that I would die, or be captured? Or is it maybe Daedalus would make his final stand, assuming he's still alive.

The fifth line is also worrying; destroy what with a hero's final breath? It means that someone would have to sacrifice himself or herself to destroy something. It sounds a lot like something Percy would do.

But the last line is the worst. And lose a love to worse than death. Who would I lose? Percy? Luke? I rally hope that it isn't one of them. I don't know what the 'worse than death' part is, but what is worse than death? Kronos? Luke wouldn't… no, he wouldn't, right? I hope not. How could he be a host of Kronos? It would shatter anyone. And I know Percy would never side with Kronos. He wouldn't. He just wouldn't.

What will—

Sorry, someone just knocked on the door. It was Percy. I quickly moved to my desk, pretending to study them. I acted like I didn't know it was him.

"Knock, knock?" he said.

I turned. "Oh…hi. Didn't hear you."

He looked concerned. "You okay?"

I frowned at the maps, hoping that I would act well. "Just trying to do some research. Daedalus's Labyrinth is so huge. None of the stories agree about anything. The maps just lead from nowhere to nowhere."

"We'll figure it out," he promised.

I realized I was a mess. My hair was in my eyes, and my clothes were all wrinkled.

"I've wanted to lead a quest since I was seven." I said. I was so sure that I could do it. But now, I was scared. I felt helpless.

"You're going to do awesome." He reassured me. I was so grateful for a friend like Percy. I smiled at him. I looked back at the maps that lead from nowhere to nowhere. "I'm worried, Percy." I confessed. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked you to do this. Or Tyson or Grover." I added quickly.

"Hey, we're your friends. We wouldn't miss it."

"But…" I stopped myself before I told him about the last line.

"What is it? The prophecy?" Damn. He knows me too well.

"I'm sure it's fine." I said, sounding small.

Then, I did something I didn't plan. I put out my arms, asking for a hug. I really needed it.

My head almost exploded. I was scared that he could hear my heart beat like crazy. I felt his strong arms wrap around me. That drove the butterflies in my stomach crazy.

He patted my back, saying, "Hey, it's… it's okay,"

I shivered, burying my head in his chest. "Chiron might be right." I muttered. "I'm breaking the rules. But I don't know what else to do. I need you three. It just feels right." As soon as I said the words, I knew it was true. It was very dangerous, but it was necessary.

"Then don't worry about it. We've had plenty of problems before, and we solved them"

"This is different. I don't want anything happening to… any of you."

My eyes widened. I saw Malcolm behind us, and he cleared his throat. He looked like a tomato.

"Um, sorry. Archery practice is starting, Annabeth. Chiron said to come find you."

Percy stepped away from me. "We were just looking at maps."

Mental face-palm.

Malcolm stared at him. "O-kay." He said.

"Tell Chiron I'll be right there." He nodded and left in a hurry.

I rubbed my eyes. "You go ahead, Percy. I'd better get ready for archery."

Percy nodded, looking very confused. "Annabeth?" he said. "About your prophecy..." I got nervous. "The line about a hero's last breath—"

"You're wondering which hero? I don't know." I said quickly, hoping he wouldn't ask that one question.

"No." I cursed under my breath. "Something else. I was thinking the last line usually rhymes with the one before it. Was it something about—did it end in the word death?"

Damn him for being able to figure it out.

I stared at my scrolls, biting back a curse. "You'd better go, Percy. Get ready for the quest. I'll—I'll see you in the morning."

He left me there, and I went to archery quickly. Afterwards, I wrote this down. I had to get it off my chest.

Love,

Annabeth.

Ta-da! Chapter 15! Five more! I can't believe it went by so fast. I tried to make it extra long to make up for the long wait.

My school started this week, and my only free days are Wednesday and Sunday. All the other days I have dance lessons, piano course or field hockey. So from now on you can expect updates every week or so, maybe earlier or later.

I got a beta! YAY! Everybody say hi to IceCreamGurl6455!

I'm out! Bu-bye!

LazySundayGirl