Annabeth's Story and Annoying Girls

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Annabeth's POV

Sophia had just woken up from her unconscious state, and was now sleeping naturally. I stroked my daughter's peaceful face, and being the rock she is, she didn't stir. I laughed quietly to myself as I thought about how her father is so difficult to wake up. Only Nico is worse. I sighed as I thought about two of the now captured people that I cared about.

We arrived at the Olympic Mountain Ranges. The whole trip here, our group discussed who would be the one to return. Last night, it finally clicked. I knew who it was going to be. I told everyone my theory, and realization dawned on their faces. It was going to be me because of my invisibility cap.

Now, we were at the foot of Mt. Olympus, Washington version. I had my cap on, making it so no one could see me. We all had our weapons drawn prepared for anything. Suddenly, monsters came at us from all directions. We put up a good fight, even though we knew it was hopeless. I was tempted to stab each monster that held my friends, releasing them. But I knew I couldn't, because you can't change a prophecy. I ran back to the car (we had hidden it so I could escape easier) and drove back to Long Island, New York.

Every time I stopped for lunch, pain stabbed at my heart because I knew I would be eating alone while my husband and friends were eating whatever their prison guards gave them. Every time I stopped to sleep, I cried myself to sleep, knowing they won't be there when I woke up, and that they would be sleeping in some cold part of that mountain.

I swear; becoming a mother has made me soft. I used to be a tough girl, a girl you didn't want to mess with. I wouldn't cry from loneliness because I was used to it. But now, I've grown to like having people around me, and I become torn apart when the people I have pulled closest to me are in danger. We all knew when we accepted the quest that five of us would be captured. We knew the risk.

I stared at my sleeping daughter's face, and she suddenly stirred. Her eyes opened slowly and smiled when she saw me, "Hey, Sleepy-Head," I greeted her.

"What time is it?" Sophia asked me.

I glanced at my watch, "Half past noon."

"Where's Hallie and Greg?" she asked.

"They're both eating lunch in the Mess Hall," I answered.

"I'm hungry," she said. She made a move to get up, but winced and sat back down, "Why can't I sit up?"

"You seriously didn't think that after being hit all the way across the street by a Cyclops you wouldn't have a single broken bone in your body, did you?" I asked her reproachfully.

Sophia blushed, "I kind of forgot."

I sighed, "You have three fractured ribs. You're lucky that it wasn't anything else."

"Well, I'm still hungry. How am I supposed to eat?" she moaned.

"Instead of breakfast in bed, we're calling it lunch in bed. I'll help you sit up so you can eat it," I told her. I put one arm under her armpits and the other under her knees. I picked her up (gods, she was heavy!) and set her down in an upright position. I sighed in relief when I was relieved of her weight.

"What?" she asked defensively.

"A teenage girl isn't exactly a feather, dear," I told her, "You're not fat."

She rolled her eyes at me, "I never said I thought I was."

"Good. I'll go get you your food," I said as I left the room.

Greg's POV

As I entered the Mess, many girls immediately noticed the absence of Sophia. They were so annoying; there had to be another guy here that they were attracted to. One Demeter girl walked over to me, flipping her long wavy brunette layered hair as she strutted over. She was way too full of herself; I thought that only Aphrodite girls acted like that! I took Demeter girls to be kind, self-conscious girls who loved nature. I guess stereotypes are not always common.

She blinked her purple eyes flirtatiously at me when she stopped in front of me, smiling and twirling her hair around her right pointer finger as she did so, "I'm Felicia Richardson, daughter of Demeter. You must be Greg, grandson of Apollo. Hi," she greeted.

"Bye," I said and started to walk away. But she grabbed my arm with an iron grip. I turned and realized she sprouted a vine from the ground and that was holding me back. She stood with her arms crossed behind her back, smiling innocently at me.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't done talking," she said, using a fake innocent voice, "I really like you, Greg. I know you like me back; I haven't yet met a guy who hasn't."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't feel the same way," I said disgustedly. Another vine sprouted from the ground, locking my other arm in an iron grip. The more I struggled, the tighter the bonds became. I glared at Felicia.

"You will like me," she demanded.

I laughed, "This is how you get a guy to like you?"

"This is only when they refuse to cooperate," Felicia answered sweetly.

"You're insane," I told her.

"No, you are," she responded.

I glared at her further. Suddenly, I saw a flash of a knife and my bonds were broken. I looked away from Felicia, expecting to see Hallie, but instead I saw Sophia's mother, Annabeth, "Is there a problem?" she asked.

"Ms. Chase–," Felicia started.

"Dr. Jackson," Annabeth corrected.

Felicia blushed, "Dr. Jackson, you made it back!"

"Yes, I did, and I do not think Chiron or Mr. D would tolerate this kind of behavior, Miss…?" Annabeth said, waiting for Felicia to supply her last name.

"Richardson," Felicia finished.

"Go back to your table, Miss Richardson," Annabeth instructed, "You too Greg." I smirked at Felicia before she stomped off to her table.

"Thanks, Dr. Jackson, for rescuing me from the vines of doom," I thanked.

"Anytime, Greg," Annabeth smiled at me, "Call me Annabeth."

"Okay," I said before going off to my own table.

A little short, I know. They'll discuss the next part of the prophecy in the next chapter.