Here we are! The last bit I'll use for a while from the Lost Hero!

Disclaimer: Refer to previous chapters please. I'm tired of typing it out.

I smirked. "Personally, I'd ask a wind god. Aeolus is the master of all the winds, but he's a little…unpredictable. No one finds him unless he wants to be found. I'd try one of the four seasonal wind gods that work for Aeolus. The nearest one, the one who has the most dealings with heroes, is Boreas, the North Wind."

"So if I looked him up on Google maps—"

"Oh, he's not hard to find," I promised. "He settled in North America like all the other gods. So of course he picked the oldest northern settlement, about as far north as you can go."

"Maine?" Jason asked.

"Farther."

Jason thought for a minute. "Canada. Quebec."

I actually smiled this time. "I hope you speak French."

"Thanks, Annabeth." He looked at the photo in his hand again. "So, um…you said it was dangerous being a child of Zeus. What ever happened to Thalia?"

"Oh, she's fine," I told him. "She became a Hunter of Artemis—one of the handmaidens of the goddess. They roam around the country killing monsters." And finding my boyfriend. "We don't see them at camp very often."

He pointed to a boy behind Thalia. "Who's the other kid in the photo?" he asked. "The sandy haired guy."

A flash of my dream ran through my head. The morphing face of his and Percy's. "That's Luke. He's dead now," I said shortly.

A memory decided to play in my head.

I saw Luke dying in my arms, his eyes fading back to their original blue. I was crying.

"Did you…did you love me?" he had asked weakly.

I looked away from his face, turning to Percy. His face was worried, as if I'd answer wrong. He also looked slightly angry. That was when I truly, honestly realized who I loved. It had never been Luke at all. It had been Percy. Since the first time I saw him and told him he drooled in his sleep. I had sat by his bed while he recovered from the Minotaur the entire time, not sure why I cared so much about him.

I knew now.

I looked back at Luke's twisted face. I did. I did before, but not now. "There was a time I thought…well, I thought…" I gazed at Percy. I was in love with him. With Percy.

I turned back to Luke. "You were like a brother to me, Luke," I whispered. "But I didn't love you."

He sighed and nodded, relaxing in my arms.

Jason snapped me back to reality. "How old is she now?"

I shook my head, wiping away the memory. "Hard to say. She was a tree for a while. Now she's immortal."

"What?"

He looked completely thunderstruck. I seriously laughed out loud. "Don't worry. It's not something all children of Zeus go through. It's a long story, but…well, she was out of commission for a long time. If she'd aged regularly, she'd be in her twenties now, but she still looks the same as in that picture, like she's about…well, about your age. Fifteen or sixteen?"

"What's her last name?" he asked, almost automatically.

I hesitated. "She didn't use a last name, really. If she had to, she'd use her mom's but they didn't get along. Thalia ran away when she was pretty young."

Jason didn't say anything. He just looked at me with his ridiculously familiar blue eyes.

"Grace," I said. "Thalia Grace."

The picture fell from his hands. His eyes widened and it looked like he was going to fall over.

"You okay?"

He didn't respond. He started to breathe heavily, his face turning pale.

"What is it?"

"You have to swear not to tell anyone else."

"Jason—" I was worried. His eyes looked wild.

"Swear it," he demanded. "Until I figure out what's going on, what all this means—" He rubbed his burned arm hard. "You have to keep it a secret."

I paused, thinking it through. Why did he freak out at her name? Curiosity won me over. "All right. Until you tell me it's okay, I won't share what you say with anyone else. I swear on the River Styx."

Thunder rumbled in the cabin, shaking my bones.

Jason picked up the photo.

"My last name is Grace. This is my sister."

I almost fell over. My face flushed, and I stared at him. No. No way. No freaking way. Her brother was dead. Gone. He was lying; playing a horrible joke. This was…

His eyes. His blue eyes. I suddenly realized where I had seen them before.

They were exactly like Thalia's. Maybe a bit lighter, but they were hers. Electric blue, gazing into you like they knew everything about you.

Before I could say anything, a flood of people burst into the cabin. In the lead was Butch.

"Hurry!" he shouted. "The dragon is back."

Jason leapt to his feet and we bolted outside.

Leo was standing next to the rogue dragon, grinning like a maniac. Apollo cabin archers were surrounding the dragon, arrows notched and ready to shoot.

Jason and I forced our way through the crowd. "Stand down!"

He stared at the dragon and Leo. "Leo, what have you done?"

Leo was practically vibrating from excitement. "I found a ride! You said I could go on the quest if I got you a ride. Well, I got you a class-A metallic flying bad boy! Festus can take us anywhere!"

This kid was insane, but I was seriously impressed. He'd manage to tame the huge automaton into a flying machine. He was talented. Almost as good as Beckendorf.

"It—has wings," Nyssa stammered. Her mouth was hanging, and her eyes practically fell out of her sockets.

"Yeah!" Leo shouted. "I found them a reattached them."

But it never had wings. Where did you find them?" Nyssa asked.

Leo's grin faded, and he hesitated. He was definitely hiding something.

"In…the woods," he said. "Repaired his circuits, too, mostly, so no more problems with him going haywire."

"Mostly?" Nyssa asked weakly.

The dragon's head twitched. It tilted to one side and oil streamed out of its ear and all over Leo.

"Just a few kinks to work out," Leo said simply.

"But how did you survive…? I mean, the fire breath…" Nyssa said in awe.

"I'm quick," Leo said. "And lucky. Now, am I on this quest, or what?"

Jason stared at Leo, scratching his neck. "You named him Festus? You know that in Latin, 'festus' means 'happy'? You want us to ride off to save the world on Happy the Dragon?"

The dragon flapped its wings. They were massive. A shadow was cast over some of the campers, and they dove to the ground in fear. I just gazed at the dragon, truly impressed. The thing was incredible.

"That's a yes, bro!" Leo said. "Now, um, I'd really suggest we get going, guys. I already picked up some supplies in the—um, woods. And all these people with weapons are making Festus nervous."

Jason frowned. "But we haven't planned on anything yet. We can't just—"

"Go," I said suddenly. "Jason, you've only got three days until the solstice now, and you should never keep a nervous dragon waiting. This is certainly a good omen. Go!"

Jason nodded. He turned to Piper, who materialized by his side. "You ready, partner?"

"You bet."

He took her hand and led her through the crowd to the dragon. Leo bounced up and down a couple times, and then scrambled to the top of the dragon, gesturing to some seats behind him. They sat down next to him, Piper looking a bit nervous.

"Festus, let's ride!" he said, looking as though he had been waiting for the moment to say those words.

The dragon shuddered and extended its wings to full span. Reared on its back legs and leapt into the sky, its powerful wings reflecting the sun.

As they vanished into the sky, I was the only one who waved.

Next up: Annabeth's search for Percy! Wahoo!

I don't have any reference to the books for this, so I'm gonna be all on my own.

My words, my style.

Yeah...

I might not update as often as I did with the Lost Hero chapters, because I basically just rewrote it in Annabeth's point of view. I could do those very quickly.

Here, I'm in danger of contradicting stories, writers block, and coming up with new ideas.

Sounds like fun!

YEAH. No idea when I can update again. Like I said, starting from scratch.

I'M SO EXCITED.

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