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Ze deealogue belahngs to ze Riordan ov ze Rick. Ahnd the charractairs.

"Rachel!" I screamed.

Rachel turned to face me, her eyes still glowing.

She started to advance, and I withdrew my knife, pointing it at her.

Suddenly, a shudder ran through her body and her eyes flickered.

"A-Annabeth?" she muttered, and swayed on the spot.

I dropped my knife and ran forward, catching her just in time.

The mist slowly disappeared from her eyes. "What…what happened?"

"Oh gods. Piper!" I yelled.

Rachel sat up. "What?"

I ran over to Piper and dropped to my knees, placing my hand at her neck.

"I…I don't feel a pulse," I whispered.

"What?"

"Rachel, I'm so sorry. You were taken over, and you grabbed Piper. You—" I shuddered. "—You spoke in a different voice. Piper just collapsed in your hands. And then you turned toward me…" I choked off.

"No pulse?" Rachel whispered. Then she ran forward and put her head on Piper's chest, trying to hear a heartbeat.

"Nothing…" Rachel said, and started to cry.

"Rachel, I don't think it's your fault. You spoke in a different voice. It wasn't you or the oracle. It was something else."

Rachel gulped and nodded.

"Come on, we've got to get her to Chiron," I said, and lifted Piper's limp body up. I put her arm around my shoulder and Rachel did the same, still slightly crying, and we carried Piper out of the cabin and started to run.

I knew I didn't like Hera.

xXx

Rachel and I burst into the farm house, and I realized that I had interrupted a conversation between Chiron and Jason.

They both turned and stared, and then Jason stood up, shock on his face.

"What happened?" Jason shouted, and he ran over to me and Rachel, putting a hand on Piper's head.

"Hera's cabin," I gasped. "Vision. Bad."

Rachel looked up, her tear streaks glistening. "I think…" she stammered, "I think I may have killed her."

"What? No!" Jason yelled. He put his hand in front her nose. "She's breathing!"

Rachel and I sighed in relief.

Jason took Piper from us and put her on the couch, while I ran down the hall to get the medical kit. I burst into Chiron's office and dove to his desk, grabbing the kit from the drawer.

Something caught my eye.

With the medical kit in my hand, I staggered over to Chiron's billboard.

Right there, in the bottom corner, was me.

And Percy.

"Percy…" I murmured, and I put my hand on the picture, my finger trailing on his face. His arm was casually around my shoulders, my hand on his waist. His other hand was holding a small blue cupcake.

His birthday, just after our kiss.

That picture seemed like centuries ago.

I snapped back into reality, aware of the weight of the kit in my hand.

"Piper," I said, shaking my head to clear my thoughts.

I turned to leave the room, glancing back at the picture.

My heart hurt.

I ran back down the hallway, away from Chiron's office.

I pretended nothing happened as I kneeled next to Piper.

"Chiron, what happened back there—I've never seen anything like it. I've heard Rachel's prophecy voice. This was different. She sounded like an older woman. She grabbed Piper's shoulders and told her—"

"To free her from a prison?" Jason interrupted.

I stared at him. "How did you know that?"

I saw Chiron do the three-fingered gesture over his heart.

"Jason, tell them. Annabeth, the medicine bag, please."

I looked at Jason.

"While I was talking to Chiron, time suddenly froze. Mist came out of Seymour's mouth, and it formed into the shape of a woman. She said my name, and then told me that I had to free her from prison. Then she said that she brought me here to camp. She said that she took my memories away, and that I belonged to her, that she was my patron. I had to free her in four days, or else I wouldn't get my memories back. And then she vanished."

I stared at him again.

"So does this happen often?" he asked. "Supernatural phone calls from convicts demanding you bust them out of jail?"

"Your patron," I said. "Not your godly parent?"

"No, she said patron. She also said my dad had given her my life."

I frowned. "I've never of heard anything like that before. You said the storm spirit on the skywalk—he claimed to be working for some mistress who was giving him orders, right? Could it be this woman you saw, messing with your mind?"

"I don't think so. If she were my enemy, why would she be asking for my help? She's imprisoned. She's worried about some enemy getting more powerful. Something about a king rising on the solstice—"

My heart jumped.

"Not Kronos. Please tell me it's not that," I said, looking at Chiron.

An image of Luke formed in my mind, and I shoved it out angrily.

Chiron stared at Piper's wrist where he was checking her pulse for a long time before he answered.

"It's not Kronos. That threat has ended. But…"

"But what?" I pressed.

Chiron closed the medicine bag. "Piper needs rest. We should discuss this later."

"Or now," Jason said. Thank you. "Sir, Mr. Chiron, you told me the greatest threat was coming. The last chapter. You can't possibly mean something worse than an army of Titan's, right?"

Rachel gasped. "Oh," she said in a small voice. "Oh, dear. The woman was Hera. Of course. Her cabin, her voice. She showed herself to Jason at the same moment."

"Hera?" I snarled. "She took you over? She did this to Piper?"

"I think Rachel's right," Jason said. "The woman did seem like a goddess. And she wore this—this goatskin cloak. That's a symbol of Juno, isn't it?"

"It is?" I scowled. "I've never heard of that."

Chiron nodded, his face worried and reluctant. "Of Juno, Hera's Roman aspect, in her most warlike state. The goatskin cloak was a symbol of the Roman soldier."

"So Hera is imprisoned?" Rachel asked. "Who could do that to the queen of the gods?"

Cue the dramatic music, please.

Twelve chapters, guys! Twelve.

Okay, I know it's not that much. I've seen stories with fifty, but I just can't believe this story has gone so far.

You know, I never really realized that all of this stuff happened in just one day.

That's a freaking long day.

Anyway, thanks for staying aboard!

Also, thank you for the feedback and the positive reviews I've gotten. Ya'll are so nice :)

If you want, you could review! I couldn't make you or anything, but...I'd like it if you did.

No one said I couldn't guilt you into it. :)

Ooh! I gotta give credit to something. I got the inspiration for the picture in the office from this lovely artist, burdge-bug on DeviantArt. If you want, czech out the picture she drew. It's called Chiron's Office.

That is all.