A/N: Thanks for reviewing and reading and I hope you like it! I know the last one was confusing but this one is better. Enjoy! This is how I would think Annabeth would feel if Percy died while at the Roman Camp. JUST a hypothetical thing. Also, I made this little section so that Gaea didn't decide to save Percy for later. Ouch! Enjoy!

9. First Tragedy

I was standing, hunched at my desk. I was on the verge of tears. I had been searching forever. Well, what felt like forever.

Sally was breaking down and I was working overnight and all day, then the next day after that. I have searched every square inch of Camp Half-Blood, walked every street in Manhattan and searched all of New York.

I had marked off a section of another unsearched section of New York Country side that I had searched this weekend. There were red X's all over our area. New York was blanketed in red and some of the nearby states had sections of red in them. Canada had red when I made Grover contact his nature buddies in the national forests. Different places the hunters have traveled.

"Annabeth, why don't you get some sleep, please?" Malcolm coaxed from the other side of the room. He was the only one allowed in here while I was doing these painstaking sessions of searching the map. Whenever I entered the room, slowly the Athena children started to file out so I could have some privacy.

"No, I have to find him." I said, my voice cracking while trying to hold back a flood of tears.

Someone at the door pounded and it opened quickly.

"Annabeth," Grover stood in the doorway with a few tears streaking his face. "Annabeth he's gone."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Grover looked at me with his blurry eyes.

"I was trying to get in touch with him through the last of the empathy link, but… I had a trace and… Annabeth I can feel it. There isn't anything there." (A/N: I can't remember if their empathy link still worked so… I wrote this little thing as if it didn't work. Please if I got it wrong, let me know, but I won't change it.)

I choked. "Are you saying that, he…"

"I think he's dead." He said in a hushed tone. In that moment, you could hear a pin drop. My stomach dropped. My red pen dropped. My legs dropped. My hope dropped.

I sat on my knees now and concentrated on the floor. I've come this far, he couldn't have left me now. Without saying goodbye? He was my best friend. My boyfriend. My everything.

I could only hear snippets now.

"Annabeth?… Can you… Go now… Let's get… Told Sally?" I couldn't tell the voices apart, and all that I could feel was the extensive pain. It was almost like my vision blacked out and I wished I could die as well.

A pair of hands wrapped around my shoulders and I felt myself being guided to the bunk nearest me. Maybe it was Malcolm, maybe it was Grover, maybe it was Chiron. I wouldn't know and I just hoped that someone would find Percy.

The biggest horror was that he was dead without anybody knowing. I don't care if he was with someone else, or… Gods, if he was with his girlfriend. I just wanted him to not be alone when he… I couldn't even think about it.

My head hit the pillow and I cried myself to sleep. The salty tears streaked down my face and landed on the sheets.

I could only hope that I would see him again.

My dream that dreadful night was the worst nightmare ever.

It was a big, ugly homeless man sitting at a picnic bench on the other side of three teenagers. My sight was watching their three backs. The boy standing behind the bench was a pale boy with dark hair. He was big and buff like a boxer. There was a girl with dark skin and frizzy brown hair who was standing next to him.

The third was sitting directly across from the homeless man. He had familiar black hair and a tattered orange shirt.

"A toast, to Gaea." The big man said and I saw the man and boy sitting at the table had a small flask in their hands.

Warily, the boy tipped the bottle and drank.

"Now, it will happen." The man said. He looked into the sun and a few seconds passed. A horrible scream echoed through the dream. I know I have heard that before. I racked my brain to think… Mt. St. Helens.

The boy with the black hair doubled over in pain.

"PERCY!" The girl screamed. She rushed to his side. That name killed me inside.

"Percy, you can't die." the boy screamed. If this really was Percy, I was expecting him to pick himself back up and get ready to fight this giant man.

"AH HA! Gaea loves me more! You foolish demigod, thinking you could trick mother earth!" He hollered.

I turned my attention back to Percy. He bended backwards and the other boy caught him. They pulled him from out of the bench and laid him on the floor while the other man was celebrating.

"Percy, stay awake." The boy said.

Percy groaned in agony and arched his back on the floor. His head tilted to where I was standing and I saw one last glimpse of sea green eyes. They were filled with pain, fear, regret, anything and everything.

His friends were trying to calm him down and I watched as his chest rose to quickly. Another groan and the boy I love relaxed.

The girl next to him shook him a bit.

"Perce? Percy?" The boy's voice shook as he laid a hand on Percy's chest.

The girl screamed "no!" and the my vision blacked out.

The next dream was on the beach. I was walking on the shore and swung my arms back and forth as my feet sunk into the sand.

I looked at my swinging hand and one of them was connected to another person. I followed the interlaced fingers though mine and looked at the green eyes smiling at me. He squeezed my hand and we finished walking until the sun went down and I couldn't see anything or anyone.

A/N: Ok, thanks! Hope you enjoyed it and let me know how I am doing. Such a long chapter so it must be ok. Have a wonderful day!