Author's Note: Hello. Um, i know I haven't updated in forever, and I'm really sorry. And, just a little warning, but this chapter might not make any sense. I...I'm kind of losing inspiration for this story, since it's not going the way I wanted it to... But, well, here it is. If there's any confusion, plz tell me. I'll make sure to make it crystal clear in the next chapter. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson...

People had told me before that freefalling was like flying. They were lying. Freefalling, by all means, was falling. Nothing more, nothing less, and I had never experienced anything as fearful as it. Wind rushed by, the only remains being the cold, biting pain, and my heart was about to jump out. The ground, which had seemed so far away then was now getting close. And closer. And closer still.

"Percy"

I tried to call over the roaring wind, but my voice was stolen away and my throat burned. Fear danced around like the shadows of a fire, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Oh, yes, I like living. Why hadn't I thought of that before?

The end of our fall (and probably our lives) was approaching us fast. Thirty stories, no matter how much the people seemed like ants from there, was not so high. The concrete ground was right there.

Not enough time, my brain supplied.

My heart doing jumping jacks and my mind blank with panic, I squeezed my eyes shut and tightened my grip on Percy's hand.

Oh yes. Let him know that our deaths are on him.

Just when I was sure that I would become a pancake of Annabeth-ness, a sudden gust of sharp cold surrounded me, stealing whatever air I had left in my lungs. For a moment, I couldn't breathe, and something-a voice at the back of my head-warned me not to open my eyes. I tried to obey, but hot, spiking pain flashed behind my eyes, and I knew no more.

.

"Well?"

"Oh fine. It was partially my fault, okay? I knew it wouldn't have a good outcome, but what choice did I have? Besides, she's the one who decided to join me in my party."

"But that 'party' was foolish, and you know it too. You could've easily been beat, even by yourself."

"But-"

"Do not underestimate your enemies, Perseus."

"But I don't even know 'my enemies'. Do you know how annoying that is?"

"Soon, my hero. Everything's starting to fit together."

My mind started to clear, and I opened my eyes, having to blink several times to lose the blur.

"Are you alright?"

I shook my head to rid the buzz, and I came face to face with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Smooth caramel hair braided to the side so that it touched her hips, but somehow, her long hair didn't seem bothering. She had hazel eyes that reflected the sun, and her fair skin glowed.

I admit; I was jealous.

Even her voice was soothing and soft, almost like she was singing out the words.

"You knew you'd be fine, right?"

My eyes flicked to the right to see Percy, and behind his back, I saw his hands fiddling with that same Magician's Card.

"Uh huh. Sure."

"Jeez, have some faith in me, will you?"

...Fine. I also admit that the close proximity brought some heat to my face. But only some.

"Annabeth...I'm Calypso. it was amazing to meet you in person, but I have to go now. Feel free to stop by my house anytime; I hardly ever get talk to girls, anyways."

Calypso...gosh, even her name was exotic and pretty.

"Ah, and Percy? I'll be home by six, but it would be a great favor if you'll pick some basil, lemon, lettuce, tomato...and...oh, just take what you want; dinner will be pizza and salad. Mhm, I really need to go. I'll be back soon!"

I watched the way Percy's eyes stayed on the door, long after Calypso left. And it was then that something ugly stirred at the bottom of my chest, and I came to a realization.

I was jealous.

It wasn't because she was beautiful or stylish or had an amazing voice. It was the way she captured his attention that irked me. His eyes had glittered as he talked to her, and I had wished that it was me, not her. His smile was bigger than it was usually. His whole body was faced to her, giving her his every attention.

I wished that was me.

I wished he would look at me that way, his eyes alight and his every thought captured.

It was then that I realized; I really, really liked him.

God, I was falling for him; for the great Perseus Jackson (Who's full name I was not told of, by the way…)

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"So," I asked, trying to avoid his eyes, "Who were those people chasing us? Were they normal police? They didn't really seem like it. And why were you throwing money off the building, anyways? Whose money was it? And how did we come here anyways? That card; it's the same one you dropped a few months ago. You know, Percy, I have no idea what is going on. Care to explain?"

He chuckled at my onslaught of questions, waving his hand as to brush them off. "One at a time, Wise Girl. Those people that chased us weren't police; you're right. They work for the person I stole the money from-"

"Stole?!"

"Well, yeah, what did you expect?"

"I was hoping that that was...I don't know, charity?"

He laughed again, shaking his head. "Anyways...what was I saying...Oh yeah, Calypso calls him...well, him. She says names are dangerous to be uttered. My memory's kinda fuzzy around there though. I don't understand why she can't just tell me"

"Your memory...is fuzzy? What are you, 80?"

"I had amnesia. Have, I suppose." He admitted. He tried to look sheepish about it, scratching his neck and all, but I could see his frustration underneath. I took a breath.

"Your...friend, with the electric blue eyes, was crushed under a building," I started.

Percy gaped at me, but stayed silent, waiting for more.

"She couldn't get out. You were still young-seven, maybe? And she told you to run. You did, and then, the building gave a shudder. But she promised to see you again if she survived."

"How do you-"

"And there was this girl, around thirteen...she was telling me how we were all like flowers. I had the weirdest feeling that you knew her, but also that she is...dead. And I also saw you with this man with a top hat-he had sea green eyes like you. I assumed he was your father. He was teaching you something. I remember he said the words 'need to survive' and 'fight'"

"How-"

"And in sixth grade, your teacher-the one who hated you-she was whispering with a tall man who had sunglasses, ripped jeans, and had blond hair. He was with another boy...he reminded me of...of Luke, except without a scar. And after they finished planning or whatever, your teacher went back, and called you out. She scared you; something about being a thief, but you disappeared before she could do any real damage."

And like that, I continued to tell him every dream I had had since the day I met him. He listened intently, and little by little, I saw remembrance form in his eyes.

"I remember." He whispered, and he grabbed my hand.

"Oh god, I remember now! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I've been lost all these month, wandering without a clue. Oh gosh, I remember. I…"

He seemed to have an internal debate right then, but he cocked his head and looked at me.

"Tell me," I pleaded. I wanted to know more about him. I needed to know more.

"...He murdered my brother, Annabeth. Right in front of my eyes."

Additional Author's Note: ...Yeah, that might have been confusing. So, well, I mentioned that I'm losing inspiration, blah blah blah, and I was thinking of starting a new chapter story. And, I'll continue this one too (I promise), but I want to make the other one my main story. I want it to be sad and kinda dark, because those are the stories I'm best at, but I don't really have an idea. If you've got some dark-themed story ideas you could tell me, please do!