Yeah, I didn't update in forever, I apologize, but I read fan fiction too you no! Give me a break! Ha, oh well, yo I gotta a question, did you ever hear Illuminate? Oh my gods it's amazing! Haha ok, READ ON!

**PPOV**

Man I'm bored, I've been walking for what, 2 hours now? Oh well, it's my fault, I didn't want to take the easy way. Gods I'm stupid. Well no reason to dwell on the past, I'm almost at camp and I couldn't be more relieved.

I could make out one figure on shore, but I couldn't tell how the person looked, I guess it saw me and got the attention of the rest of the camp. Next thing I know I'm face to face with hundreds of campers. I quickly scan the audience I have created to look for Nico, but instead I find a pair of captivating gray eyes locked onto mine.

That shade of gray belongs to Athena and her children, but even Athena herself doesn't have this shine to her eyes. This girl seems to be looking strait at my soul, but I know she can't, no one knows what I feel, I have a mask that isn't going to come off anytime soon.

This girls, hair resembles the rays of the sun, and the shiniest piece of gold of the gods. She seems my age, and she looks like she can beat the crap out of anyone. She's truly breath taking, and familiar.

"All hail Perseus Jackson, Proud Son of Poseidon, Prince of the Sea," Ugh, not this again. I scan the crowd once more to find Nico smirking and bowing, he knows better than anyone about my hate towards this action. Slowly the campers rose from there positions and stood nervelessly in front of me.

"Alright campers, Prince Perseus will need some rest. Prince Nico, may you please take your cousin to his cabin please?" Chiron's voice questioned.

Nico nodded and walked over to me.

"This way," His voice was down right serious, "My Prince," OK now he smirked. I only glared at him, making up my mind that I would kill him for all this later.

To say the least, my cabin was pretty kick ass, but I'm just sayin. Inside, it pretty much looked, smelled, and felt like the shore and ocean itself. The cabin had sand littering the wooden floor boards, there was a fountain of sea water in the corner, which I knew was for me to IM my father. The window faced the the ocean so I could feel at home 24/7 . . . yay . . . My bed was the same color as the sea, and it really did look puffy, and really, really comfortable. I felt like doing a superman dive strait onto my bed, but I restrained myself and just fantasized about it.

"Well well well, Perseus, this is a one sick crib!" Nico exclaims, trying to act all gangster. I slowly turn my eyes and attention to the so called, 'prince'. His smile and amusement faded quickly once he saw my expression.

"Yo, Perce I was just kidding I-"

"Ahh!" I scream and tackle my best friend to the ground. He starts laughing and tries to fight me back. He tries bitch-slapping me, but of course, being immortal and all, it didn't really hurt. I started to 'tazer' his side, causing him to shriek like a girl, ha I guess he's ticklish. What a useful piece of information.

"Percy! Stop! I can't breath!" He gasps between every breathe. I finally stop and roll off of him, I lay on the sandy floor trying to catch my breath. I slowly get up, and help Nico up too.

"Gods Percy, what happened to, never invade peoples' personal space!" I know Nico's just joking, but instantly I'm brought back to reality. I'm not here for fun and games. I'm here to train for a war, a very important, and deadly war.

"Yeah you're right, Nico. I shouldn't of done that." I sigh and put my invisible mask on once more.

"It's late, and you need sleep. I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight." I turn towards my bed, expecting him too leave. When I still feel his presence next to me, I frown and turn towards him again. He's frowning too, and looking off to the distance. His brow creases together, as if he was thinking of something important.

"You know cousin, that Annabeth girl . . ." he drifts off.

"Who?" I really don't understand who he's talking about.

"That blonde girl you had a 'moment' with," I glare at him, but nod.

"She's familier, as if . . . from a dream," he looks at me, for conformation. Finally I understand, whispering,

"My dreams . . ."

Um . . . sorry it's so short, but I'm like, tired, it's late, and I'm watching Prince of Persia with my bro! SO yeah, I'm gonna update again tomorrow, and it won't be as short!