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Piper glared at everyone, especially at Drew, before turning on her heel and sitting abruptly on the first row of the amphitheater, avoiding everyone's gazes; especially the Aphrodite cabin.

Jason moved next to me, staring after her. "A knockout. I called her a knockout. I am such an idiot. Why couldn't I just say pretty? Beautiful?" He rubbed his face with his hands.

"Jason…" I really didn't know what to say.

"This meeting is adjourned," Chiron announced shortly.

Campers struggled to their feet and disappeared towards their cabins in the darkness.

I put my hand on Jason's shoulder. "Go talk to her. Ask her to go on the quest with you. I can just tell that she wants to talk to you. You'll make her feel better."

Jason nodded and walked hesitantly over to where she was sitting.

I watched them. Piper rubbed her arms, and Jason found a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

A wave of sadness came over me. Seeing Piper and Jason look at each other like that was just another painful reminder that Percy was gone.

I could see them talking, but I didn't know what they were saying.

They stood. I walked over to them both.

"Piper, Jason, I'll show you guys to your cabins. I think you guys might want some sleep." I looked around, but Leo wasn't in sight.

I lead them away from the amphitheater and took them first to the Aphrodite cabin. I remembered Piper's comment earlier today:

Is that where supermodels go to die?

The irony was almost funny. Almost.

Piper stared at the cabin. Her expression looked as though she would like to take a flamethrower to the Barbie house.

I poked my head in. Drew wasn't in sight. Probably in the bathroom smearing gunk on her face before bed.

"Well…Here you are," I said awkwardly.

Piper angrily strode in, and I showed her her bed. She collapsed on it and fell asleep almost instantly.

I took Jason to the Zeus cabin. Several campers were waiting outside the door with a cot and blanket in hand.

"What an honor, Jason. The Zeus cabin," one of them murmured.

Jason ignored him, took the cot and blanket, and walked inside the cabin, closing the door behind him.

I walked to the Athena cabin. Malcolm was waiting for me, and it looked like he was going to bombard me with questions.

"Not now, Malcolm," I said. He shut his mouth with a snap.

I went over to my bunk and sat down, running the events of the day through my head.

Finding Leo, Jason, and Piper. No Percy. Crash-landing in the lake. My talk with Piper. Hera's cabin and the vision. The conversation with Jason and Clovis. The amphitheater.

I'd had weirder days.

I lay down and stared at the bunk above me. Exhausted, I rolled over and shut my eyes.

I was running down the hill to get to camp. A figure stood at the bottom, waiting for me.

"Percy!" I shouted, sprinting towards him.

His arms wrapped me.

"I've missed you, Annabeth."

I started to cry, and I felt embarrassed. I put my head against his chest. He wiped a tear away with the back of his thumb.

"Where have you been?" I sobbed. "I can't find you." I punched him in the arm.

"Come on, Annabeth. I'm right here. What are you talking about? You've only just come back to camp. I've been waiting for you to arrive."

I looked up, confused, but suddenly he wasn't Percy. It was Luke.

"Luke!" I shrieked. I stumbled from him and I fell on my butt. I scrambled away.

"Annabeth, it's me. Why are you leaving?" He held his arms out. His face kept changing from Luke's to Percy's, except the eyes remained the same. Gold.

"Get away from me!"

The dream flashed and the scene morphed.

Percy was lying in the middle of a charred room. He was on his back, and he was barely breathing.

"Percy?" I tried to move to him, but it felt like I was trying to walk through syrup.

I heard growling.

I turned and saw a pack of wolves walk towards Percy. I started to run towards him, but I wasn't going anywhere. He didn't stir. They circled him, their mouths foaming.

"No!"

A wolf turned and faced me.

It lunged.

My eyes flew open. The teeth had been inches from my face. I sat up, the sheets tangled around my legs, and I was drenched in sweat.

"I have got to find him," I muttered to myself. I sat there in bed, breathing hard.

Tears prickled my eyes. I grabbed my pillow and just started to cry into it. I tried to cry as silently as possible. Thankfully, no one woke up.

When I stopped, my hair was sticking to my neck and face. I swept it into a ponytail and wiped my eyes on the corner of a bedsheet.

The sun was just rising into the valley, and my cabinmates started to stir. I quickly got dressed and belted my knife to my waist. I grabbed a winter coat and backpack under the bed and started to fill the pack with provisions.

For some reason, I wanted to see Jason.

I walked over to his cabin, the pack bouncing on my back.

I pulled out my knife and checked my reflection. I couldn't tell I'd been crying. Good.

I silently opened the door just in case he was sleeping, but the cot was empty. I peeked inside and saw him sitting in a corner of the room, staring at pictures left behind by Thalia.

I walked over to him, looking over his shoulder. He didn't notice.

I decided to break the silence. "That's Thalia."

Jason slightly jumped and turned around, still holding the picture.

"She's the other child of Zeus who lived here—but not for long. Sorry, I should have knocked."

"It's fine," Jason said. "Not like I think of this place as home." Thalia didn't, either.

He looked me over. "Don't suppose you've changed your mind about coming with us?"

I shook my head. "You got a good team already. I'm off to look for Percy." Especially after the dream I'd had.

Jason looked disappointed.

"Hey, you'll do fine," I reassured him. "Something tells me this isn't your first quest."

Jason didn't look too reassured, and he glanced at the pictures as if they would help him. For some reason, he looked a bit jealous.

He looked up.

"You know who I am, don't you?" he said suddenly.

I grabbed my dagger and looked around to see if there was anything to sit on. There wasn't.

"Honestly, Jason…I'm not sure. My best guess, you're a loner. It happens sometimes. For one reason or another, the camp never found you, but you survived anyway by constantly moving around. Trained yourself to fight. Handled the monsters on your own. You beat the odds." My explanation had suddenly turned into a narrative of my life before camp. I stopped quickly.

"The first thing Chiron said to me was you should be dead," Jason said.

I nodded, understanding. "That could be why," I said. "Most demigods would never make it on their own. And a child of Zeus—I mean, it doesn't get any more dangerous than that. The chances of your reaching fifteen without finding Camp Half-Blood or dying—microscopic. But like I said, it does happen. Thalia ran away when she was young. She survived on her own for years. Even took care of me for a while. So maybe you were a loner, too."

Jason held out his arm. "And these marks?"

I looked at the tattoos wearily. Those things really bothered me for some reason. "Well, the eagle is the symbol of Zeus, so that makes sense. The twelve lines—maybe they stand for years, if you'd been making them since you were three years old. SPQR—that's the motto of the old Roman Empire: Senatus Pulusque Romanus, the Senate and the People of Rome. Though why you would burn that on your own arm, I don't know. Unless you had a really harsh Latin teacher…"

He looked down at his mark and rubbed it with his hand.

"I, um…had a weird dream last night," he said.

Ha, me too, I thought.

I nodded. "Happens all the time to demigods. What did you see?"

He started talking. He told me about wolves and a ruined house surrounded by redwoods. While he talked, I started to get more and more freaked out. He was describing the exact place where I saw Percy. I started to pace, my mind racing.

"You don't remember where this house is?" I asked.

Jason shook his head. "But I'm sure I've been there before."

"Redwoods," I muttered. "Could be northern California. And the she-wolf…I've studied goddesses, spirits, and monsters my whole life. I've never heard of Lupa."

"She said the enemy was a 'her'. I thought maybe it was Hera, but—"

"I wouldn't trust Hera, but I don't think she's the enemy. And that thing rising out of the earth—" I shuddered, my expression darkening. "You've got to stop it."

"You know what it is, don't you?" he asked. "Or at least, you've got a guess. I saw your face last night at the campfire. You looked at Chiron like it was suddenly dawning on you, but you didn't want to scare us."

I hesitated. This guy was really smart. "Jason, the thing about prophecies…the more you know, the more you try to change them, and that can be disastrous. Chiron believes it's better that you find your own path, find out things in your own time. If he'd told me everything he knew before my first quest with Percy…" I stopped, taking a deep breath to calm me down, memories flooding back. "…I've got to admit, I'm not sure I would've been able to go through with it. For your quest, it's even more important."

"That bad, huh?"

"Not if you succeed. At least…I hope not."

"But I don't even know where to start. Where am I supposed to go?"

"Follow the monsters," I suggested, an idea forming in my mind.

He paused, thinking.

"Okay," he said. "How do I find storm winds?"

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