Hey Percy Peeps! OMG it's snowing and I'm happy and worried. I mean, I love snow, but I might not be able to go to Wal*Mart and that would suck! No ROCK BAND 3 for me! READ ON!

APOV

That night I dreamed of him again.

The same story over and over again. His great swordsman ship, how fast and elegantly he moved. His brows scrunched together in concentration, the only emotion he showed. He was relatively calm. Which was weird because he was up against a gigantic blurry figure, with golden eyes.

He was battling Kronos.

It seemed as if Percy's sword was part of him, while slash upward, a tidal wave was summoned by his other arm. He was creating a large storm around him, trying to distract Kronos. A hurricane was brewing, and the ocean was rising. But the boy was still in his own world. His bright eyes were analyzing the Titan Lord with intensity. Finally, he unarmed Kronos and stabbed him. Kronos let out a loud roar, crumbling to the ground, the boy didn't look happy yet. He was waiting for something.

"Prince!" I found myself screaming. I don't know why, but I just did. His intense eyes shot towards me, and soon his face turned softer. He turned his back to the dying Titan, and that's when it went all wrong. The prince was starting to run over to me, assuming the Lord was already dead.

He was wrong.

Kronos got his scythe and slashed at the Prince's back. It barley touched the prince, but it was enough. He screamed in agony and fell to his knees. Instantly, my blood froze, for some reason I screamed too. I didn't want him to die.

His eyes found me once more, and what I saw made my heart stop. His eyes were pleading, and full of angst. His face was pained, but tried to keep calm.

With the last bit of strength Kronos had, he kicked the prince on the small of his back. The Prince of the Sea's eyes went wide, and he screamed again, this scream was so horrid. It made you cringe and want to go hide under a rock. His scream came from deep inside of him, and his pain was immense. He opened his eyes again, he looked at my stormy eyes, and his expression made me start crying.

His eyes told me this,' You did this to me'.

And with that he fell face first to the dirt, and blood surrounded his lifeless body. I screamed his name, but he didn't answer. I kept screaming, but nothing happened. I was still in the same spot as before, as realization shot through me. I distracted him, his life was torn away from this world right before my eyes.

I did this, I killed the Prince.

I woke up covered in a cold sweat. No one woke me up, but I could still here my screams echoing from the walls. I felt something warm and wet slide down my cheek, I slowly raised my hand to my face.

I was crying.

I couldn't remember the exact boy in my story, all I knew was this dream was significant. That I would about a boy, but forget who he was once I woke up. This made me mad of course, I mean come on! Why do I have to see someone die, and not remember who they were? Gods!

Demigods don't just have repetitive dreams for no reason.

I don't recall waking up this shaky before, this must have been the worst version of the same story I had.

I sat up and tried to catch my breath. I didn't understand why I was having these dreams. I didn't like not knowing, so it made my situation worse.

I swung my legs over my bunk and slowly rose from my bed. I started making my way to the bathroom with shaky legs. Once I got there, I was almost fully recovered from my nightmare.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and couldn't help let a small smile creep up on my face. Staring back at me was my reflection, but my hair was sticking up in random places. I made up my mind to take a shower, then go get breakfast.

After taking care of my little hygiene problem, I got dressed and strode out of the bathroom. I found Malcolm reading on his bed. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Hello Annabeth," he smiles briefly then turns his attention back to his book.

"Hey Malcolm, watcha readin?" I try to impersonate that little girl from Phineas and Ferb. But as you can imagine, I fail miserably.

"Haha wow Annabeth, you suck at that," Malcolm laughs while I glare at him.

"Last time I try to be funny," I mutter, which he hears.

"Just joking, Annie. What do the kids say these days? I was 'JK'ing," He continues to laugh.

"And they say I'm weird," I sigh and make my way towards the door.

"Aww, is little Annie going to see her wittle boyfwend?" A little annnoying baby voice makes me freeze in my tracks.

I slowly turn my head towards Malcolm, a permanent scowl on my face,

"What did you say?" venom envelops every word I speak.

"Oh come on, Annie . . . everyone knows you and the Prince had a 'connection' last night. You know mother won't be happy about that little incident," Malcolm shrinks due to my death stare. Making me feel triumphant.

"Oh really? That seaweed brain? What makes him a prince? I bet he misses his mommy already," I wave off Malcolm's words nonchalantly.

"Annabeth, don't judge him already, you don't know him," His voice is gentle, but I don't care.

"I don't need to know him to come to a conclusion of his personality. He's most likely a jerk who only cares for himself. He probably doesn't even have to train. I bet he has 'people' for that. I don't care, but I'm not going to make his stay here easy for him." I finish and waltz out of my cabin with a weird feeling.

What came over me? Why am I judging him so harshly? I don't even know the guy! Maybe it's the fact that he's the son of my mothers enemy. Yeah that's it, it's not the fact that I'm in denial. Pfft, nah. Why would I be in 'denial'. I'm not an Aphrodite camper. I don't find him hansom in anyway at all.

Ok that might be a tiny bit false. Only because his shiny dark hair looks good messy doesn't make him beautiful. Not even if it does contrast to his pale complexion. Or how his pale skin looks soft and really smooth. Nope, that's not it. But the one thing that draws me in is his eyes. Yeah I can settle for that.

His eyes are just like the sea, and in every way possible. You can practically see the waves crashing against the rocks once you look into his eyes. They have different shades of blue and green blended to perfection. And the way they seem to see right into your soul makes me feel unselfconscious.

But that's not important right now! What is important is the reason two unknown Princes' just happen to waltz into our camp unannounced.

I didn't return to the real world until I noticed that I was standing outside of Cabin Three and knocking on the door, rather rudely may I add. I was legit banging on the door, which I stop immediately once I realize what I'm doing.

PPOV

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, which had scratchy covers on. I sat up quickly and looked around. I kept calm, but couldn't help feel a little confused. After observing my surroundings a little more, I finally remembered what I was doing here. I was in Camp Half Blood. Which meant no over-protective father to impress. I did a mini happy dance in my mind, but soon I turned serious again.

My father's everywhere, which means that I have to impress him and everyone else at this camp. Ugh, way to cut my happy dance short!

Anyway, I rose from my bed and made my way to the bathroom. After doing my . . . business . . . I washed my hands and looked at my reflection. Staring back at me was, well myself. But my hair was all messed up and looked dirty. I sighed and looked strait into my eyes.

They were a calm, light blue/green color, which meant the ocean was happy, which was supposed to mean that I was happy . . . which I wasn't.

I sighed and made my way to the shower. I turn the water on and made sure that it was the coldest temperature. I take my shirt off and look at the mirror once more. Not to sound conceded, but I was happy with my physical appearance. Aphrodite herself blessed me with 'good looks'. She said that I look just like I would if she hadn't, but she added the abs . . . and stuff . . .

I was particularly happy with my face . . . I know you must be like 'OH LOOK AT THE JERK FACE NOW! MISTER, I'M ALL GORGEOUS AND SHIT' but I'm not trying to hype myself up. It's just how I feel. I mean, I like how I'm pale and that I have a well angled noes. Shouldn't everyone be happy with that? Yeah I thought so.

Enough of my observant skills, it's time to boost my hygiene!

After my freezing shower, I changed into black jeans, my new orange Camp T-shirt, and black converse. I was reaching for my Riptide when I was rudely interrupted by banging. I take a deep breath trying to calm myself, and I slowly reach for my pen again. I stand up and open my door to find a blonde staring up at me.

"Hello, Annabeth," I say formally.

"Hey, Percy," She lets go of a breath that she must have been holding. Which to my surprise, causes me to let go of a breath that I didn't even know I was holding. Whoa wait a second, did we just have one of those annoying cliché moments where the guy sees the girl, and like, everything gets awkward? Oh great! This isn't going to be awkward or anything (sarcasm, please note the sarcasm).