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No one was in the mood to eat breakfast. I clutched Percy's hand and said prayers to the gods to help them, to help Percy, and to help Poseidon blast Ares to the pit. It didn't help that Percy was obviously in pain. Eventually he stood.
"I'm going to go see if Chiron can do anything," he whispered.
"Okay. I think I'll go down to the docks to see if Poseidon is kicking Ares' butt yet.
Percy managed a weak smile, which only worried me more.
The chariots had been joined by two more. One was white and gold, which I guessed was Hera, since she was blasting at Poseidon. The other was gray and blue, and I knew it was my mother. I felt a surge of pride since she was helping her nemesis. They happily blasted each other with golden and silvery light. It was beautiful, but it was basically the same as before, so I left to find Percy.
Half hour later, I panicked. I couldn't find him. Where could he have gone? I decided to ask Chiron, who was teaching a group of 12-year-olds how to shoot and actually hit the target.
"Chiron, have you seen Percy?" I asked, ducking a stray arrow.
"Yes. He's in the infirmary, he—" but that was all I heard, because I was off faster than I've ever run.
Percy was lying on a bed, unconscious.
"Percy?" I said softly, and his eyes opened.
"Hey, Annabeth," he croaked.
"Seaweed Brain, you are an idiot," I said.
"Tell me something we both don't know," he joked. I smiled, but then his head fell back on the pillow and he moaned. I reached for his hand, but he was unconscious again.
Suddenly, the door burst open. In stormed Clarisse, and behind her was Thalia, Nico, the Stolls, Rachel and Grover, who smiled at me and raised a hand in greeting. Typical satyrs. You don't see them for over 4 months, and that is what you get.
"What's up?" I asked,
"We thought that maybe the water would heal him," Travis said.
"Oh! That is a good idea. Um, we shouldn't carry him the whole way, the stretchers are over there."
We all gathered around Percy, preparing to lift him on it, My heart ached as I realized… around me were Percy's closest friends.
Thalia's voice broke into my thoughts. "One, two, three!" we all touched him, and suddenly I wasn't there anymore. I was Percy, getting shunned by my closest friends. Then I was sneaking away, and encountering monsters worse than I'd ever seen before. Then I was in the underworld, getting yelled at by Hades and thrown into Tartarus for 6 months, and only surviving because of my Achilles curse. Then I was out again, free to roam the world again. I was experiencing things worse than I had ever imagined possible. I was alone on my birthday, sitting in an abandoned shack and drawing a birthday cake in the dust. Then I was…
Annabeth again, staggering back from Percy. My ears were ringing and my hands burning. My throat ached, but I managed two words.
"What happened?"
"You were experiencing Percy's past," I started; I hadn't realized Chiron was there. "Here, drink some nectar."
Grover shivered next to me. "That was horrible. Did Percy really go through all that?"
We all locked eyes, and I knew we were all thinking the same thing: what had Percy really gone through?
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