I'm so sorry, it's been awhile. I got really sick for and I had to go to the hospital and I really didn't have that much energy to type. When I got home I couldn't get my laptop to work. Here is my new chapter. I also want to apologize for my stories being so short, I get bored when I'm just copying the dialogue and I don't realize how short they always are.

I went to the arena to practice with my knife for a while. It felt good just to be alone to collect my thoughts. The day's event s coursed through my head. I didn't know what to think of Percy. He might be the key to me getting a quest, I wondered if I'd be able to put up with him for that long. I couldn't imagine being with him 24/7 during the quest. My mind was racing trying to figure out who was his parent was. I couldn't picture him as a child of the big three. I mean of course the whole Minotaur and exploding plumbing thing was impressive, but that was all. He didn't really excel in any other area.

"Whoa," I thought. "Exploding plumbing." Why hadn't I noticed it before. Before I could develop a firmer thought on that I pushed it out of my mind. If Percy was a child of the sea god that meant bad news for me. Athena and Poseidon did not get along. Any chance of working together might be obliterated.

After I was done tearing apart dummies I hit the showers and went back to my cabin.

I walked through the familiar doorway of cabin six and was immediately engulfed by the crisp smell of books and weapon polish. The white curtains smelled like fresh linen and breast plates gleamed from the walls. I loved my home in cabin six more than anything.

"Hey, Annabeth," a few of my siblings murmured, wrapped up in a book or leaning over a battle plan.

I plopped myself down on my bunk worked on a sketch of the building I was working on.

After a little while I stood up for dinner and Malcolm and I yelled in harmony, "Cabin six, fall in."

When we arrived at the dining pavilion I got a plate piled high with rolls and brisket. I headed for the fire where I rolled off one of my juicy slices of briskets. I love the mixture of scents that wafted into the air. Lavender, chocolate, and a bunch of other delicious scents wafted in the air.

After I sat down with all of my brothers and sisters the usual dinner conversation was assumed. Who was the best architect or what the best era for buildings was. We switched off between English and Greek and we talked of the best heroes throughout time.

Eventually I started talking with my older sister Sophie about Percy.

"He's kinda cute, ya know," she said.

I was surprised. Daughters of Athena weren't really into looks. "Yeah, I guess so," I replied.

She was right, with his sea green eyes and messy black hair he was pretty cute. "Maybe that compensates for his lack of brains," I said.

She chuckled. "He's a bit better match for you than Luke, don't you think. I've seen you watching him"

I felt heat rising to my cheeks. "Shhh… be quiet," I hissed.

"It's only obvious for those in the Athena and Aphrodite cabin, maybe a few in Hermes. We know too well to not think it's out of the ordinary for you to fix your hair. Plus you also make excuses to run errands to the Hermes cabin all the time," continued on.

I inwardly groaned. I had no idea it was this obvious. I sat the rest of the dinner in silence; I knew Luke and I would never work. I mean, he was seven years older than me. Well it doesn't hurt to dream.

All of the sudden everyone around started getting up and heading toward the campfire, I loved campfire. We all sang in mismatched, off-key harmony. On good nights the fire was huge and I sang on the top of my lungs alongside my cabin mates.

After we finished with "I'm My Own Great, Great Grandfather" the conch horn blew and we all headed off to bed.

I nestled into my clean cotton sheets and let dreams find me.

In my dream I was an owl and I was walking along side a horse and a goat. The sad thing was that this wasn't my weirdest dream I had ever had. Not by a long shot.

When I woke up I went straight to breakfast and prepared myself for a morning full of Percy. I was teaching him ancient Greek.

Percy had a lot of trouble with the Greek because of his dyslexia, but eventually he could get through a little after a few day's work. I could tell Percy had trouble wrapping his head around the idea of gods and goddesses in the present. Whenever we talked about them I was worried his eyebrows were going to get set into a permanent crease.

I watched Percy over the next through days and I couldn't tell what his strengths were. He was good at canoeing and that was pretty much it. He was getting frustrated; he really wanted to prove himself as worthy of the title "The Kid Who Killed the Minotaur."

The next day I had an interesting conversation with Luke.

"Percy had an interesting performance earlier in the sword-fighting arena today," Luke said, approaching me at the basketball court.

"Oh, really," I asked, intrigued.

"Yup, I was using him as a partner and for the first few minutes pounded him, but when I tried to disarm him he ended up disarming me. The only thing that changed was that he got a water break in between the two. Just thought you may want to know," he said walking away.

Finally Friday was here, the night of capture the flag. I could finally put my master plan into action.

I was pumped for capture the flag. Nothing would bring me more pleasure than rubbing another victory in Clarisse's face. Of course the victory wouldn't be in the name of Athena. If all went according to plan the Hermes cabin would capture the flag.

At dinner that night all, capture the flag was all we talked about. I think competiveness runs in the family. I was pretty proud of my plan.

After Chiron went over all the usual rules and we headed toward the forest I found Percy by my side.

"Hey"

I ignored him.

"So what's the plan? Got any magical items you can loan me?"

I slowly patted my pocket for my invisibility cap my mom got me for my twelfth birthday. "Just watch Clarisse's spear. You don't want that thing touching you. Otherwise, don't worry. We'll take the banner from Ares. Has Luke given you your job?"

"Border patrol, whatever that means."

"It's easy. Stand by the creek, keeps the reds away. Leave the rest to me. Athena always has a plan.

I rushed ahead, leaving Percy behind. I was making sure that my plan went off without a hitch.

I saw that Luke was ahead locating the flag. Once I knew they had that under control I headed off to help Percy.

When I arrived I found that Percy was fighting the reds off pretty well himself. I decided to watch the show, Percy showed some moves that I was positive he hadn't been taught before. My personal favorite was when he snapped Clarisse's spear in half.

"Ah! You idiot! You corpse-breath worm!" she yelled before Percy smacked her in the head with his sword.

When she heard Luke hollering with the flag and running across the boundary line she muttered kind of dazed, "A trick! It was a trick!"

I went up to Percy, still invisible, "Not bad hero," I appraised.

"Where the heck did you learn how to fight like that," I said, pulling off my cap.

"You set me up, "he said angrily. Maybe he wasn't the stupidest person ever. "You put me here because you knew Clarisse would come after me, while you sent Luke around the flank. You had it all figured out."

It took every ounce of my self-control not to start grinning like the Cheshire cat. My plan had gone flawlessly.

"I told you. Athena always, always has a plan," I shrugged trying to be nonchalant.

"A plan to get me pulverized." Details,details.

"I came as fast as I could. I was about to jump in, but…you didn't need my help." Then I noticed the fading cut on his arm that had been fresh, only a few seconds ago. "How did you do that?"

"Sword cut," he said. "What did you think?"

"No. It was a sword cut. Look at it," I had already turned into a tiny scar.

"I- I don't get it," I said.

My mind was whirring away then everything clicked. "Step out of the water, Percy."

When he stepped out he staggered.

I cursed. Just then a deafening howl ripped through the evening air.

A monstrous hellhound appeared on the rocks above.

"Percy, run!" I yelled.

He was too slow and it was too big. The hellhound leapt over me and stared to rip Percy's armor to shreds. After what felt like forever Chiron brought down the monster with multiple arrows.

Percy's front was dripping with blood. Accusations were thrown into the air over who summoned the beast into camp.

Recovering my wits I told Percy to get into the water.

A collective gasp was drawn from all the campers when his wounds started healing up. All of the sudden, a glowing, green trident above Percy's head. My fears had been confirmed. He was a son of Poseidon.

Writing this made me hungry, talking about all the barbeque. Review pretty, pretty please. You will make my day as sad as that sounds.