A/N: Hey guys! Sorry about the late update. I've been really busy with school lately, and the homework is just piling up. Anyway, I was thinking about letting you guys in on a draft I have for a later chapter, and I mean, later, but I don't know. I'll post a poll to let you guys decide. It'll be on my profile.

Anyways, read on! The Chapter's all yours!

Camp Half-Blood, NY:

'Annabeth.'

Percy froze. Honestly, he didn't expect to see her so fast. He grabbed her arm and twisted it, causing her to release her dagger, and held it behind her back.

"It is not nice to aim weapons at strangers, unless they attack you first." Percy said.

Annabeth struggled to break free, but Percy's grip remained strong.

"SOMEONE, HELP ME!" She yelled out. Percy covered her mouth with his hand.

"Quiet now. I am not here to hurt you. I am simply here fo- guh!" Percy's sentence was not finished as he was struck by the back of his head.

Annabeth scrambled away from him and looked up at her savior, only to find a smirking son of Zeus. "Thanks Collin." She muttered.

Collin's smirk quickly turned into a frown. "That's not nice. Shouldn't you be more respectful to the one that saves you?"

"Whatever."

The Big House, NY:

Percy woke up in a dim room. His helmet was still on his head, to his surprise, but his neck was oddly sore.

He bolted upwards, hands reaching for the gun on his hip, should it be needed.

He looked around, his gaze stopping when it came to the door. Silently, Percy got off of the bed and stalked over to the side of the door. He pulled out his gun and waited.

After about ten minutes, the door opened, and a certain blonde walked into the room. Percy took the chance and lunged. He put her in a choke hold and held the gun to her head.

"Where am I?" He hissed.

Annabeth struggled, but stopped after Percy primed his gun. "Now that you know I mean business, where am I?" Percy asked again.

"Camp Half-Blood." She bit out. Percy nodded, and stowed away his gun. He let go Annabeth and lightly pushed her away from him.

"I must see Chiron, I assume he is here?" Percy asked.

Annabeth glared at his visor but nodded, rubbing her neck where it was sore.

"He's in the main room, waiting for you." She replied. She stood up and walked out of the room. Percy followed, although he was at a respectable distance from her.

He still didn't want to see her.

Annabeth led Percy to the main room, which contained all of the cabin counsellors.

'Wow,' Percy mused, 'they all look like crap.'

And it was true. Leo looked like he hadn't slept in ages, Piper was basically a walking corpse, and Will, well, his eyes didn't hold the old joy, and his golden hair seemed to have turned into a dull yellow. And now that Percy got a good look at her, Annabeth wasn't faring any better.

"Well. This is Camp Half-Blood, huh? Kind of expected more, but whatever." Percy's words focused all of their attention onto him.

Some started to pull out their swords, mainly Clarisse, but in response, Percy whipped out his pistol. He was surprised at how natural it felt to hold his gun, but that thought was discarded as everyone in the room took out their weapons. Annabeth had her dagger, her eyes scanning for any openings, which there were many.

Percy knew this, but he didn't care. With Solaria's training, he could knock everyone in the room seven ways 'til Sunday without so much as a sweat. That is, if vines hadn't shot up from the ground and wrapped around Percy's limbs.

Percy struggled to break free, but it was no use. Percy scanned the room for Dionysus, and saw him sitting in one of the chairs lazily reading a magazine while drinking a Diet Coke.

Annabeth made a move to stab Percy, but was stopped when a voice rang out through the room. "ENOUGH!" Chiron himself stood in the doorway.

"Dionysus, kindly release our... guest... from his restraints." Chiron asked the Wine God.

Instantly, the vines slithered back into the ground, as any traces of them ever existing vanished.

Percy dropped onto the floor. He looked at Chiron, who stood at around his height.

"Chiron, I am sure that Lord Zeus has already told you the situation." Percy said.

"Yes, Zeus has told me why you are here." Chiron confirmed with a slow nod of the head.

Percy looked around one more time. He holstered his gun, the holster on his right hip, and sighed.

"I'll be heading to the forest. If you guys need me, I'll be there setting up camp." Percy said, throwing a wave over his shoulder as he walked towards the door.

The Counselors stared at his back the whole entire time, completely silent. The silence was broken by Annabeth.

"What is your name?" She questioned.

Percy stopped for a moment before walking again. Without turning, he spoke.

"Caleb White."

The door slammed shut behind him, and all of the Cabin Counselors were staring at it, as if it would open again.

Will Solace spoke up in the awkward silence. "Hey, are we just gonna leave him?"

Annabeth turned to him and nodded. "Yeah. For now, at least. When he comes down for lunch, then we'll talk to him."

Percy, Camp Half-Blood Forest:

Percy laughed at himself. "I never knew that I was so dramatic." He murmured to himself as he walked through the forest. A few yards to his left was a clearing, big enough to fit a small camp.

Percy created a large white tent that was 10 feet tall with a 40 feet perimeter. He then summoned a campfire right outside of his tent with a single log. It was fairly large for a campsite meant only for one, but Perch did enjoy having his space. He sat down on the log and stretched. Multiple pops could be heard as all of the tension left Percy's muscles.

"Ah... Much better." He said contentedly. He sighed and pulled out his pistol. He aimed it at a far away tree and pulled the trigger. He never really was one for using guns, but now that he has one, he'll have to get used to it. A bullet came streaming out of the barrel and a loud crack of wood could be heard as the bullet impacted the tree. Percy noticed that nearly no sound came from the gun.

"Magic maybe?" He thought to himself. He knew that guns were generally supposed to be loud, so he was surprised that the gun was almost completely silent. Suddenly, a large book appeared out of nowhere above his head, crashing down upon his skull and effectively knocking him over.

"What the Hades?" He muttered as he rubbed his aching head. He picked up the book with one hand and glanced at the cover. He laughed when he saw the title.

"Guns for Greeks: Idiot Edition. Well then forget you too Solaria..." He said with a small chuckle. He opened the book and began to read, learning more about the weapon that was currently holstered on his right hip. After reading for about an hour, he knew how a gun worked and, by process of elimination, was able to disassemble his gun, or what the book called, a "field strip".

As he was putting his gun back together, he felt a presence a few feet away from him. Extending his senses, he found that the person was hiding behind the tree directly behind him. He made a small smirk underneath his helmet. He thought up a few good sentences for what he was going to do, and then spoke.

"I wonder if Percy would be mad at me for accepting this job." He muttered, just loud enough for whoever was behind him to hear. Percy heard a small gasp of shock come from behind him, and as part of the act, whirled around with gun in hand, and shot a bullet near the tree.

"Who's there?" He asked the person behind the tree. He waited a few seconds, until Annabeth came out from behind the tree.

"You know Percy?" She asked, seriousness enveloping her features.

"Yeah, I do. What about it?" He replied, still holding the gun level with her head.

"Please... Tell me where he is!" She asked, desperation sinking into her voice.

Percy blinked, then he laughed a long and deep laugh.

"Oh? You, are Annabeth Chase? Is was expecting someone else!" He said with a laugh, "Percy really got the description wrong. No. I will not tell you where he is." Percy answered back.

"And why not?!" She yelled at him. From behind his helmet, Percy was chuckling, but on the outside he was motionless.

"Because you don't deserve to know where he is," he hissed, "I've heard of his story. How he gave all of his love to you, yet you gave it to that son of Zeus! How his friends began to betray him left, and then right. How you all took the side of the Zeus spawn, instead of the Son of Poseidon that you all fought with. I'm disappointed in all of you."

Percy knew he had gotten her, but he wanted to push it even further. So he thought up a quick story about the, "fate" of Percy Jackson.

"And their is a reason as to why you have not seen him. And I think it's pretty obvious, Wise Girl. He finally gave up, all because the emotions he felt were too much. Too much for his body to handle." He added the dramatic pause for effect. He watched as Annabeth's face contorted into confusion, then understanding, and finally, horror.

"He went to the land of the faded, so that his soul would not be found. And know this, Annabeth Chase. Percy Jackson died... desperately wondering what he did wrong." He finished, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"But how do you know he went to the land of the faded?" Annabeth questioned.

"Hahahaha! So you are exactly how Percy told me you would be. If you want to know how, you have to earn the right first." He challenged.

"How. Tell me how." Annabeth demanded. Determination burning within her eyes.

"Ooh! We've got a fighter! Very well. There is one person who did not turned their back on him. And that person is very, very pissed off at you guys. And I think we all know who that is, don't we?"

Annabeth stood motionless in though for a few seconds, before she got it. But her heart sank. "Thalia."

"Yes! Very good. Thalia Grace, the half-sister of the Zeus spawn Collin. If you can get her to forgive the whole, entire camp, then I will tell you." Percy said.

Percy held up a finger. "And from what I heard," he began with a laugh, "she isn't exactly the forgiving type, now is she?"