To the people who called this story unrealistic, stupid, and (many bad words I will not say,) you are probably right.

So I am going to start updating slower now.

I will update, but I need to think of how to make it better.

For further record, this story was like this because it was originally for an anime. Kronos would definitely not hurt people like that, and they would not have survived. But I turned it into a PJO fic so that you people could enjoy it. But anyway, I have gotten many negative comments, so it will be a while. I just need to think how to make it better!

I swear on the River Styx, I WILL update once in a while. I am totally not giving it up. It just might be a month or two. I need to figure out how to make it better.

If you have ideas, PM me! If I can get the creative juices flowing, I will totally update like once a week!

I forgot, but thank you generously to Aphrodite's Master. You rock!

And also a big shout-out to everyone who reviewed favorably. I'm sorry I don't know all your names.

Annabeth's POV

"Hullo," I croaked. "Anyone there?"

Silence.

I was trapped in whiteness, blinded. I sat there for who knows how long.

And that's when I realized I was lying on my side, face to face with a white wall. I pushed myself upwards.

Grover was sitting at my bedside, snoring gently. I giggled, and poked him.

"Grover...." I called. "Yoo-hoo... wake up already."

He snorted. "Huh-? Annabeth! You're awake! You're alive!" I blinked.

"Um, yeah, I was alive last time I checked. Why am I in the hospital?"

Grover looked at me. "Don't you remember anything?"

"No.... should I-OH!" I remembered. "No no," I whispered. "Percy. Where is he? Where is he?"

"He's fine, fine, fine," said Grover nervously. He licked his lips. "He's, he's, he's fine. Just fine."

"Grover, you only talk in threes when you're nervous. What's wrong?" I demanded, a pit growing in my stomach until I thought I would barf.

"He's blind," said Grover in a teeny-tiny voice. And then I fainted.

PercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabeth

"Chiron, there has to be something I can do," I protested. Chiron shook his head sadly.

"I am sorry, child, but there is not. Apollo has tried and failed. We must be thankful that he is not... um.... slimy."

"I don't want to know what that means, do I? Anyway, he is in full health apart from his blindness. We can help him adjust, and that is all we can do."

"No, it's not." I whispered, an idea forming in my mind. Athena. My mother. "My mother. She could heal him, right?"

Chiron let out a deflated sigh, and I thanked Zeus that Mr. D. wasn't there. "I suppose. But Annabeth, you cannot. She would give him the immortal sight, and he would not be human anymore. You cannot go."

"Chiron," I breathed, "I will go. You know me. You cannot stop me. I won't ask you to help me, but at least let me try?"

He studied me for a minute or two. "I can tell you have made up your mind. But beware- Athena will never do anything for a child of Poseidon easily. You must give her gifts, presents." And he wheeled out of the room.

I was in the Big House, having a private meeting with Chiron. Well, I had been.

I left the Big House and headed to the library. I needed to do some research.

I entered the dusty, old library, looking for books that would tell me of things that would please Athena.

I started in the section on gods, looked through the encyclopedias, and even checked online. Nothing. I moved onto a section on mythical items- none of them would work. Most of them had been lost to the sands of time.

As I turned to enter the section on magic, I felt the ground shake. My eyes bounced in my head and I felt a tingling sensation all over my body. My head exploded, and I crumpled to the ground in pain.

"What was that?" I whispered to myself. But when I got up, none of the books had fallen from the shelves. They were held in place like glue.

I frowned. Was I the only one who had felt that? I turned to leave the library and got to the infirmary.

As I walked down the corridor on architecture, I let my thoughts wander.

Kronos. Percy. Life changing prophetic birthdays. Gah, there was so much!

Then I tripped on The Book.

As I picked it up, I noticed the title: Anything and Everything. It looked new, like a book you'd buy in the store. The spine was stiff and it smelled like fresh paper and ink. The front was a forest green, with no pictures. The title was written in a fancy calligraphy. I opened it curiously to the first page.

Anything and Everything:

A guide to the world as we know it.

There was no author, no publisher, and no copyright. The next page was a chapter entitled The Goddess Athena. I eagerly sat down and started to read.

After a few hours of researching, I had found three things: The Gray Soul, the Stone of the Victor, and the Key to the Heavens, three things that were said to hold great power that were linked to Athena.

I turned the page to the second chapter.

Blank pages.

Frowning, I riffled through the book. From page 52 and up, there was only blank space..... except for the very last page of the book.

For you, young demigod. So that your travels will be remembered.

It was written in the same calligraphy as the title. OK, that was seriously weird. I headed back to my cabin to try to figure out what the deal was with this book- and what the Soul of Fate was. It was time for me to save Percy's eyes.

To be continued......

Short, I know, and I WILL update from time to time. I promise! Just not as often.