A/N: I am so very sorry you guys. I had a short period (okay long, it was basically a month long) where I got really caught up in school work. I have a bunch of final exams going on this week and the next, but after that I'm home free. No school! I can't wait. Right after I'm getting out of school I'll be going to my coddage, which has no WiFi. I'll hopefully catch up on my writing, and post after I come back (I'm staying for two weeks). I'm so sorry. I had writers block for most of my stories, but I worked on it, and this story now has a definite direction. Hopefully I'll be able to write more during the summer. So sorry for the wait.

Annabeth's POV

Percy seems absolutely exhausted, he plops carelessly onto the couch and is snoring like a chain saw in seconds. I figured I should drag him to his bed, but instead I shove him to the side and squeeze in front of him. Luckily, it's a big -if not grand- couch, and there's more than enough room.

My eyes close tight, and I almost double over in annoyance, why can't demigods even dream in peace? I guess being a goddess didn't even change that. It's easy tell my dream is far from the random weirdness of my conscience, I seem to be underwater, even though I'm breathing fine.

I find myself in a chamber of some sort, with what I'm guessing is seaweed tickling in between my bare toes. Why don't I have any shoes on? The lighting is dim, like it's twilight, so I walk around finding almost a hole in a wall that leads to an even bigger room. It looks like this cavernous space use to be rather grand, and the architecture of the ceiling and walls is similar to Olympus. The whole place reminds me of Poseidon's throne.

Two chairs are in the center of the room, angry cracks spiraling out from the center, algae accumulating on the floor in disregard. One throne is the only clean thing in this place, seeming to be well kept, while the other looks quite in shambles, with barnacles covering it. The immaculately neat chair is occupied, and the stormy expression of the woman on the throne makes me tense and grab for my dagger, which is no longer at my hip, and all my extra knives are missing as well.

The woman is a shimmering imagine, almost seeming to be made of water. Immediately, I think she could be a Titan who could have ruled before Poseidon, but the only female would be Thalassa, I think, and this woman doesn't seem to be much like a titan.

"Who are you?" I whisper quietly, my eyebrows scrunching together.

"Why, a daughter of Athena doesn't even know me! This is outrageous! This kind of treatment towards me must be stopped! I am Amphitrite, queen of the sea, abandoned by my husband, Poseidon."

The woman, Amphitrite, is roaring, standing with her fists clenched, her form flickering violently. The salt water goddess? I feel myself grow pale, my hands clammy, but I keep my back straight and just arch my eyebrow, so?

Poseidon is going to be in a world of hurt, and by extension, so is Percy.

Tap tap, tap tap...

I'm almost violently ripped back to the present, my dream stopping in the middle of the woman's outrage.

There's that persistent knocking again, the visitor insistent that I drag my humbly self out of Percy's desperate embrace. Honestly, I feel far from a goddess. Percy still snores on the couch, drooling onto the cushion. I drag my feet towards the door reluctantly.

I hope this has nothing to do with my dream, I'm so confused.

"Mr. Jackson! Ms. Chase! Do answer!"

"Coming!" I snarl, wrenching the door in. The poor women takes in my disheveled hair, and my deep set scowl, bowing her head at me.

"I didn't me to disturb you, you both have a visitor. A persistent one." Like anyone could more persistent than this loud-knocking woman. Or my dream, which also seems very nagging at the moment.

"Another one?" My question comes out as a sigh, I rub my temples, struggling to wake out of my nap-induced fog.

"I'll bring her to your rooms?" I nod, watching as she scurries off down the hall way. I slam the door, needing to do something to calm myself, and that's what finally wakes seaweed brain up.

"Morning sleeping beauty." My scowl is evident in my voice, I throw a pillow at him from the chair next to me.

"Good morning, sunshine. Who left a bad taste in your mouth?" Percy stretches like a cat, his shirt inching up, revealing his taut stomach. I have to avert my eyes, this is about another visitor, not your good looking boyfriend, I scold myself mercilessly.

I sigh over dramatically, again, scrubbing my face with my hands.

"What is it?" Percy asks softly, his eyes hovering at the floor. I frown slightly, why was I ever mad at him? Why did I ever do that to him?

"I had a dream."

My gloomy tone tells Percy everything, "what was it about?"

I sigh, "I'll tell you over breakfast. Oh, and we're expecting company, apparently."

BANG!

Percy and I both jump at least a mile out of our seats, our heads snapping towards the source of the sound: the swinging door, where a women is standing defiantly in the doorway. Has she ever heard of knocking, honestly, I slept in these clothes!

"What have you done with my son?" She shouts, her hands on her hips and her eyes flashing angrily. When she glances at Percy, her face softens, "you do know where he is, don't you?"

"That voice..." Percy mutters, rubbing his fore head. Things would be so much easier if he had his sight. My head feels like it's spinning of my shoulders. Immortality meant calm days with no fighting and no sudden updates, didn't it? Where's my tranquility?

"Hermes won't tell me anything." She sounds heart-broken, and I wonder how a mortal like her could be on Olympus talking about Hermes like he's a buddy or something.

"Mrs. Castellan?" Percy's voice sounds squeaky as his jaw drops open, I clutch my chest. Dear gods no... I've got enough to worry about...

A/N: Can I just say that ideas are awesome! I wanted to give you guides a little extra with this chapter since you've been for so long, so I decided to do two ideas at a time. Tell me if it's too turbulent and you want me to slow down, or if you like the fast pace. Few! Now I don't feel depressed and annoyed when I think about this story!