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Percy didn't have time for this, and he certainly did not feel like being blamed for something that he was truly worried about himself. He gave Thalia his wolf stare, a look that had developed from Lupa's training and made everything on the receiving end feel like they were not as tough as Percy was. In the back of the room, he heard a few frightened squeals.

Percy tightly responded, "Let…go."

Thalia maintained eye contact even through his wolf stare, something that caught Percy off guard. Even Annabeth would balk at the sight of the expression. She shook her head. "Not until you tell me where she is."

Percy took her wrist and flipped her over his shoulder. Thalia landed hard on her back against the wooden floor. A few people drew their weapons. Thalia sprung up and her hand went towards her arrows. Percy's went towards his pocket. Chiron slammed his hand on the Ping-Pong table. Everyone turned their attention to Chiron as he regarded all of us. "Thalia, Percy does not know where Annabeth is. He came here, called for an emergency meeting, and asked where she was. Percy, you know better than to resort to physical violence towards an ally. Everyone else in this room should be ashamed of themselves. You are camp counselors; your job does not include standing around and watching simple misunderstandings turn violent."

Percy flashed his eyes towards Thalia, who was still staring at him. He could practically feel the adrenaline going off her body as she looked at him. The counselors slowly put away their weapons and looked ashamed of their actions; they looked like high school students who were just admonished for screaming, "Fight! Fight!" at two people getting in each other's faces.

Percy reluctantly tore his gaze away from her, but kept his hand near his pocket in case Thalia tried a quick run-through with her electric spear. She always had this effect on him, where she brings out the competitive side in him. The thought of Cyrene brought Percy out of his thoughts and onto the task at hand. He stepped forward. "The reason why I came here is because my baby sister, Cyrene, is missing."

Whispers and discomfort rippled through the crowd. Three months ago, most of them had received a letter from Annabeth with the update that Percy Jackson has a baby sister; Cyrene Bianca Jackson. The letter included a picture of Cyrene as a newborn. It was such a hit with the camp that people began to auction off copies of the letter and picture for those who didn't get it.

Jason looked at Percy with sad eyes. Percy was sure he knew what it was like to lose a sister. Piper's hands went to her mouth. Even Clovis woke up for a second. Grover stopped chewing on a soda can and stood up. Percy didn't dare look at Thalia, though; he felt like he would get angry all over again. He took a deep breath. The situation sounded weird when it was said out loud.

"I believe someone took her. In her sack, I found a note on Mycenean paper that said, 'Welcome to your Trojan War.' Mycenean paper is only available to gods, demigods, monsters, and clear-sighted mortals. My mother concluded that they had taken her to send a message to me, maybe to lure me into a trap. To her, they would've killed Cyrene if they wanted to. However, they took her and is most likely expecting me to follow after her."

Will put down his water bottle. "Your Trojan War? This person or monster must know about Greek history. Do you think they will try to re-create the Trojan War?"

Connor rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and Cyrene is the Helen of Troy in this situation? Be serious. This individual is obviously trying to get in Percy's head."

Murmurs of agreement went through the crowd. Piper said, "I think both Connor and Will have a point. Whoever did this knew exactly what they did; they did this on purpose. Whether the Trojan War mention was literal or an allusion to something, Percy is being led into a trap. And you can't fall for it."

Percy thought about it for a second. "Maybe. But I will find whoever took her. I was going to ask Annabeth for help; she was supposed to leave with me for New Rome this morning at 8:00. The last time I saw her was a few weeks ago, but she had left for a family emergency in Boston. This morning, though, she was nowhere to be found, so I assumed she was here."

Malcolm's eyes reminded Percy eerily of Annabeth, moving many miles an hour. "She's been MIA for weeks. By a show of hands, who thinks that these two cases are somehow related to one another." About sixty percent of the room raised their hands. People kept putting in their two cents, and it turned into a heated conversation.

The group of demigods and cloven individuals stayed there, arguing, collaborating, and brainstorming for hours, up until sunset. Percy had found a chair and was staring at the ground for most of the meeting, his mind racing at the possibilities. He contemplated what monsters may have re-formed from Tartarus, what demigods may have a grudge strong enough to kidnap his baby daughter, and what gods may be doing so to test him. He felt like Nico, sitting miserably in the back of the room as conversation ensued. He then remembered that Nico was not like that anymore, at least not since he connected with Hazel and started dating Will. Percy did a quick scan, but could not find Nico anywhere. He was probably busy doing something for Hades.

Most of the counselors ending up forgetting to eat lunch or dinner since they were so busy collaborating. After that time, the group had come up with a few theories about Annabeth.

She was embroiled in a private quest and was not able to reach out to anyone (Percy thought that was unlikely; Annabeth's communication skills were unparalleled).

She was involved with her cousin, who was apparently is mixed up with the Norse gods (Percy had a hard time wrapping his head around that one).

She was dead (Percy stopped himself from attacking Sherman for that).

She may be avoiding/ignoring Percy (He was skeptical about that; however annoying Percy was to her, Annabeth was always straight up with Percy and didn't beat around the bush).

She may already be in New Rome, waiting for Percy (He liked that one the best, but still thought it was unlikely).

After the last idea, everyone seemed to be uncomfortable with bringing up any more depressing options. Once Chiron caught onto this, he nodded his head. "It has been a long, heavy day for a lot of people, some more than others. What we know for sure is that Cyrene is missing, and Annabeth is missing. We all know that Annabeth is usually proficient with communicating with camp. A kidnapping is not something that can be dismissed out of hand. Let's take the night, and we will meet at daybreak to make a decision about what to do."

It reminded Percy of Hephaestus' advice on Calypso's island, where he said that daybreak is a good time for decisions. Calypso had said that he would be able to escape his prophecy, which was similar to what Hera had said disguised as that old, smelly woman: "In the sea, no monster would bother you. You could begin a new life, live to a ripe old age, and escape a great deal of pain and misery that is in your future…You'd be safe at the bottom of the sea." For a split second, Percy wished that he had stayed on the island; he would have been able to keep everyone safe from his poisonous life.

Percy felt dejected. This was definitely pain and misery for him. He stood up and walked over to the Poseidon cabin. The walls were made of rough gray stone, with pieces of seashell and coral that line the floor. The gray stone walls seemed to glow red, orange, and black as the light from the sunset filtered into the cabin. The cabin was empty, and the fish fountain that usually sprays large amounts of water was now spitting out small splashes. The gray sea rock had started to get mossy. Percy remembered the time when he had cleaved the fountain in half, but Poseidon surprised him with a rebuilt fountain after the events of the Seven. Percy looked up and saw the bronze Hippocampi and the underwater plants and corals that Tyson had added to the room, making his heart ache for both Cyrene and Tyson. He wondered how they would get along with one another. Tyson probably would fall in love with Cyrene as soon as he held her, just as Percy did. However, he probably would have to Iris-Message Tyson in order to show him Cyrene since his brother was constantly working under the sea now.

Percy looked back at the fountain and had an idea. At the bottom of the fountain were drachmas, golden coins that Percy assumed were reminders to stay in contact with those he loves. Percy put his hand out and exhaled. The water in the bottom of the fountain whirled into a cyclone of mist, turning into a large sea spray. It created a rainbow in the middle of the cabin. He asked Iris to accept his blessing and flipped the drachma into the mist. His heart caught in his throat in anticipation. "Show me Annabeth Chase." The rainbow broke in half and the coin instead fell straight to the bottom of the fountain. Percy looked at the drachma and picked up another one. Maybe that one was broken. He repeated the process, but this time asked for Frank. It did not work again. He tried Reyna, and then Hazel, all to see if Annabeth was at New Rome. However, he was not able to connect to anything or anyone.

Percy slumped to the floor. He took out his phone to call them, but realized that after all of their adventures, Percy didn't even think to get the Seven's phone numbers. His phone buzzed twice, alerting Percy. He rushed to grab it, praying it was Annabeth. Instead, it was Paul. The text said, "Police refuse to help; they say Cyrene must be missing for more than two days before we come to them. It's bullshit. We will follow up. Hope everything is going well. Stay safe. We will find her."

Percy yelled and punched the gray stone wall, making a dent. His world was falling apart slowly; his mother was distraught and panicking, Paul has made no progress with the police (in case the threat turned out to be mortal), Thalia was mad at him, Cyrene was gone, Annabeth is missing, and he is utterly alone. Percy walked out of the cabin in need of some fresh air. The red-orange sky had turned purplish-black as night began to fall. Percy headed to the beach and sat on the sand, looking at the water rushing in as tides. Sand was sticking to his dark-wash blue jeans, and his black shirt rippled in the calm sea breeze. He thought back to Cyrene's birth and how terrified he was to hold her. He was scared to drop her and be awarded the Worst Brother in the World award. His mother was taking huge breaths as if she had been holding her breath for years. But the happiness in her mother's eyes as she held Cyrene made it all worth it for her. He made a quick promise to himself that once he finds Cyrene, he will never lose her again. Whatever it takes.

Hours passed by, and Percy was still sitting in the same spot. The waves leapt and crashed at a rhythmic pace. The water residue would just barely reach Percy's feet, and then would get called home to the ocean. He usually felt at home by the ocean, but even now, the ocean seemed empty without Cyrene and Annabeth. He looked up in Zeus' domain. Without the regular New York pollution, all the stars in the sky were visible. They glowed and were arranged in different constellations. He saw Zoe running across the sky for all eternity, and he thought about Thalia. He may have been too hard on her and failed to do what Chiron always pushed him to do; put himself in someone else's shoes. Losing Luke, losing Zoe, losing Hunters, and now losing Annabeth must be hard on her. And Percy flipped her.

A sigh escaped him. His senses told him it was around midnight. Over the past hours, he had heard and smelled Grover, Jason and Piper approach him at different times. However, they all seemed to change their mind at the last second and left. Percy wondered where Leo was; probably off on some adventure in the Argo with Calypso. It seemed like every single one of his friends was having a better time than he was.

Percy heard footsteps and smelled a familiar Christmas-y scent coming from behind him. Percy expected Thalia to stop and walk away, but she came and sat next to him on the beach. The sand seemed to glow a heavenly (or Olympus-y? Elysium-y?) white around where she sat, and the water took on a silvery glitter. Her power radiated off of her, but instead of its usual harsh way, it emanated off of her in a comforting manner. Percy wondered if she had any control over that.

Percy felt Thalia turn to look at him. It made him uncomfortable after a while because it seemed like she could see his feelings. Without a word, she opened up her arms for a hug. Percy finally looked at Thalia. Her blue eyes were tinged red from crying, and she was nervously biting her lip.

She was scared.

Just like Percy was.

Though hair was pulled back in a long, black ponytail, it was still blowing a bit in the wind. She seemed to have changed into a tanktop and some short shorts. Even in casual attire and with such a human expression on her face, Thalia glowed with the light of a Greek goddess. He wondered if she had gotten more powerful as the times went on.

Percy leaned into her arms, and he realized that he had not been hugged in a while (since he saw Annabeth). As soon as he entered Thalia's arms, he broke down in her arms. Tears flowed out his eyes as if Poseidon himself was using his powers to bring them out. His screams came out as wounded, hoarse, wails. He realized that this was the first time he had broken down in years, and thought that the Romans would definitely not approve of this weak display of emotion. He wondered if this was how Annabeth felt when he was missing for all those weeks, and he realized that he would not want to wish this upon his worst enemy. He silently apologized to Annabeth over and over again as he clutched at Thalia's shirt. He cried about everything his mother has gone through, he cried about missing Cyrene, he cried about Zoe, he cried about Annabeth, he cried about his experience in Tartarus, he cried about the realization that he will never have a normal life.

Thalia hugged him tightly, and Percy could feel her own silvery tears fall on his cheek. Percy didn't know if Hunters were trained by Artemis to be comforting, but she made him feel safe. She started to quietly hum a song that Percy had never heard before. It was in ancient Greek, but Percy didn't feel like translating. However, the more Thalia sang, the more tired Percy became. Before Percy knew it, Thalia had extended her bare legs and Percy knocked out with his head in her lap. He fell asleep looking at the silvery glow of the water and listening to Thalia's song.