Hi! I've been trying to brainstorm this chapter a lot because I'm kind of struggling with what level of awkwardness there should be between Percy and Annabeth and Reyna and Jason. This chapter is about three pages long. I was thinking of stopping this fanfiction as soon as the sneak peek comes out (on June 21, I think), and then maybe starting a new Mark of Athena fanfic following the sneak peek. So…tell me what you think about that.

Annabeth

Great. I've been screaming to see Percy for eight months, and I lose consciousness.

Last thing I remember is seeing Percy's face out of the window. Seeing him with a praetor cape.

I researched all of this stuff back at Camp Half-blood. I was also dying to see the architecture.

Then the ship smashed against the roof of an ancient-probably sacred- building (heinous) and my head hit the wall and I slipped into unconsciousness.

I have heard that unconsciousness is the perfect place for thinking. You aren't aware of much here. If I think hard enough…There. My laptop is here. I actually have time to think here. Now, the prophecy says that seven will answer the call…What call? Skip that, let's keep going. To storm or fire, the world must fall. Now, Leo thinks that is Jason and him. That would make sense, considering Jason is the storm and Leo has power over fire.

And oath to keep with a final breath. What oath? We know nothing about that.

And foes bear arms to the doors of death. That would be the seven demigods, right? They bear arms, to close the doors of death. And since Gaea opened it, she would be there, right? And if she's there, and she opened it recently, and she awoke recently, the doors of death would be near where Gaea was! But where was Gaea? Tartarus? Let's see, Zeus defeated her in…what year?

My eyelids feel heavy. I am aware of a pleasant pressure on my hand. My laptop is fading. I'm waking up.

"Annabeth!" Percy's voice displayed joy in every syllable. Gods, I've missed him so much.

"Percy…" His face suddenly frowned.

"Oh, gods, you've lost your memory too, haven't you?" I sighed.

"I love you, Seaweed Brain." He leaned in, and

I kissed him.

"Oww.." I touched my temple. My fingers probed the bandages.

"Areyouokay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just feel a bit…faint." He grabbed a bottle on a table next to my hospital bed.

"Take one of these," he held a gummy tablet in his hand. "it's your prescribed meds. A painkiller mixed with ambrosia and nectar."

"Thanks," I popped it in my mouth and immediately felt better. "So how long have I been out?"

"Not very long, one night. It's eight in the morning." Percy never wakes later than nine. He must've stayed overnight in the infirmary. He poured a glass of water from a pitcher on a table a couple feet away and handed it to me. His jet black hair was as untidy as ever, his sea-green eyes were still piercing, and his SPQR tattoo not unlike Jason's, but with a trident instead. Nothing could ever screw this moment up.

"Seize her!" A scrawny dude came striding in, with one Roman guard. Never mind.

"NO!" Percy stood up with such force he overturned the solid stainless steel nightstand. Judging by the material, height, density, and width, it weighs about 40 pounds. "Octavian, Annabeth is a victim of the ship hitting the building! She is trustworthy, and would never crash the ship."

"That I'm not so sure of. She is one of the Graecus."

"Shut the hell up, Octavian!"

"Whoa, calm down, Graecus," He hissed. I'm pretty sure Graecus means 'Greek person' in Latin. It is sometimes used as an insult in Rome. "You're opinion cannot be trusted, as you're in relationship with the Graecus."

"Samuel, you can leave, this doesn't concern you." Percy dismissed the guard.

"Umm, okay, bye." The guard left.

"Dampnare, Percy Jackson!" Octavian spoke in Latin, the language of Romans. I don't understand much of it.

"Damn you too, Octavian. Now leave!"

"You don't have the authority to do that!" He said smugly.

"Yes, I do! As praetor, I command you to leave!" Percy shoved him out the door and slammed it closed.

"Wait!" A girl with long black hair and a praetor cape wrenched the door back open. A dark-skinned girl with cinnamon brown hair and gold eyes, and Piper follow the praetor in.

"Hi Percy, we heard that Annabeth was awake, from Samuel! And since Reyna wanted to conduct the meeting as soon as possible, we came over. Jason, Leo, and Frank are coming here soon."

"Great!" Percy grinned cheerfully at the dark-skinned girl. "Annabeth, this is Hazel Levesque, Pluto, and Reyna, of Bellona, and she's the other praetor here at Camp Jupiter."

"Nice to meet you." Hazel curtsied and Reyna nodded her head.

"You look…faintly famili-"

"Hey!" Jason came in followed by Leo and an Asian baby-faced boy, whom I assume is Frank. Hazel flinched, but quickly recovered. Leo glanced at Hazel, looked confused, and looked away.

"Frank Zhang, son of Ares and an Argonaut, and there's a bit of ancestry back there that I'm not sure you want to know about."

"I'm not sure I do," I laugh. Gods, I'm so happy to finally be back with Percy. There is an awkward silence.

"Well," Thankfully, this Reyna girl who seems SO familiar, but I can't seem to put my finger on it, takes control. "Let's commence the meeting.

Okay, sorry that this chapter is SO short, but I really thought I should post something. I've been caught up with TONS of homework that my teachers want to give me over the weekend, so I should be back on track soon :)

Tell me what you think about this chapter! Should the seventh quester be Reyna, Annabeth, or a new original character?