Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter! I want you guys to know that I really appreciate your support. This is the first time I ever wrote a story that has a bit of romance involved in it. It'll be an experiment for me. Anyways, tell me what you think!

"Oi! Percy! Wake up!" The familiar voice of his friend Grover called out from outside his cabin, "You're gonna miss the whole day!"

Percy's eyes sprang open; his body sat up on his bed.

He groaned, signaling to Grover that he's awake.

"Good! Now hurry up and dress! I lost my sack of aluminum cans! You gotta help me find them!"

There was a rustling sound of footsteps, and Percy realized that Grover was walking away. He fell back onto the soft mattress of his bed once more and thought about his strange encounter with the Goddess Remera.

"It was a dream," he told himself, "It wasn't real. I'm gonna live. Annabeth's gonna live."

Yet when he turned to look at his nightstand, his heart gave a jolt. There was a clear vial resting on the surface of the furniture, and inside was a small volume of bubbling, yellow liquid. It was the potion; the very one the Goddess had promised.

He swore and jumped out of his bed.

"No, no, no, no!" he cried, "I'm still dreaming! This isn't happening."

He slapped himself across the cheek, but the pain that followed afterwards seemed real enough. And when he realized that he was in reality, his knees dropped to the floor, and both of his hands wrapped around the sides of his head.

"This can't be happening."

A faint voice of Remera echoed in his mind, "I'm sorry. I really, truly am."

Percy Jackson kneeled desperately to the ground. His body was slump with despair.

"Hey, man," Grover called out, wrapping an arm around Percy's shoulders, "What up? It turned out that someone stole my sack of cans and moved it to the forest. But I found it though, and I can't wait to get my hands on the guy who did it."

"That's great, Grover," Percy answered half-heartedly, his mind still lost in his thoughts, "But I'm feeling pretty tired right now, can I just relax by myself for a while?"

"What do you mean, Perce?" Grover replied, not seeming to get the message, "You just woke up! How could you be tired already?"

"Grover, I'm really just-"

"Hey, Seaweed Brain!"

The two boys looked up and saw a beaming Annabeth standing right in front of them.

"Hey, Annabeth," Percy grumbled.

Grover stared for a bit, smiled, and then said, "Um, I'm gonna just take a walk for a little bit. I'll leave you two by yourselves for a while."

And with that, the satyr left, leaving the couple alone.

"So what are you planning to do today?" Annabeth asked.

"Nothing," Percy sighed. Annabeth glanced sideways at the depressed demigod and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Percy repeated. He thought about telling Annabeth about the dream, but couldn't quite think of how to begin. How could he possibly explain it? Hey Annabeth, I just had this weird dream about this Goddess telling me one of us is going to die soon!

"Yeah right," Annabeth said, "C'mon, surely you can tell me. Am I not your confidante?"

Percy forced a smile, "Really, there's nothing going on!"

And not even Annabeth's piercing gray eyes could wring it out of Percy.

"Well, in that case," Annabeth sighed, giving in, "Anything you want to say to me?"

Percy looked at his grinning girlfriend. Her beautiful smile almost made him cry.

"Annabeth," He said, "I just want to tell you that…."

"That?"

Percy took a deep breath and forced the next words out of him, "That I love you."

And before Annabeth could respond, Percy darted away, feeling even more down than he ever was in his life.