Hey guyysss! It's been a few hours since I last posted. Since I couldn't wait to write this, I'm doing it now. Read and Review please.

Oh yeah, have you ever wondered if you are a demigod? Who would be your parent? I think mine would be Poseidon. I'm an athlete swimmer and I drink water all the time. hbu?

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PJO&CO. (SOME OTHER LUCKY BITCH DOES)33

Annabeth's POV

After everyone was dressed and washed up, we lined up youngest to oldest outside our cabin. I had to check my sibling's place in line. They liked to switch them. I walked back and forth, checking. Finally I was satisfied and went to stand in front of Macey. She hopped next to me and held my hand.

"I'm hungry," she said. As if on cue, her stomach growled.

"Me too, Macey," I admitted. The horn blew and we marched up to the pavilion. I saw Clarisse bark orders at her brothers and sisters. I guess you could say it warmed my heart in a strange way. It was good to know some things never change. We made brief eye contact and she smiled. I waved. We reached the pavilion, where Chiron was waiting for us.

"Good morning, children," he bellowed. He sure was in a great move. We repeated the greeting with less than half of the enthusiasm he had.

"Please, sit down." We marched to our tables and sat. I sat at the head of the table with Mal on my right. Macey was on my left so I could help her. We were served cereal and toast. By table, we walked over to the hearth and made an offering to the gods. I walked over to the fire, leading my table.

"O, Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, make these three weeks amazing," I whispered.

There was something strange going on in Olympus. The gods weren't responding to anything. We prayed all the time to our parents, but we were rewarded with silence. I would never had admitted it, but I was scared. I faced the Lord of the Titans, and I was scared out of my mind because demigods have lost touch with the gods. It was frightening. Terrifying. Scary.

Something bad is going to happen, my daughter. I pray you to be strong. A voice inside my head whispered. It was my mother. My mother, Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, confirmed my fears.

I was in a daze after that. A thousand questions swarmed my head. I needed to snap out of it. Mal was at my side, facing the hearth. I hadn't walked to our table yet. People were staring.

He nudged me and I could only imagine how I looked: glossy-eyed, mouth agape, eyebrows furrowed together. I walked slowly back to the table. I sat down in my seat and started to eat. I realized I hadn't even said hello to Percy yet.

A shiver went down my spine.

I was scared to turn around to look at the children of Poseidon table. My mother's words echoed in my head, haunting me, I pray you to be strong.

Why? Why would I need to be strong? What in the Hades was going to happen? She wouldn't have told me to be strong unless something terrible was going to happen. Something completely horrible. Something I wouldn't be able to handle.

Look behind you and brace yourself for the future, Daughter. Athena whispered with fierceness in her voice. I shivered and Mal glanced at me, confused.

My mother was talking to me, which seemed miraculous after the silence of this past month. I didn't care at the moment. I was staring at the hearth.

My offering. It was a waste of time. I told myself. Woah. I sounded so sure in that thought. It was an instinctive thought; I had a feeling. It wasn't good.

Look behind you! My mother demanded, angry at my stalling.

I turned slowly. I looked at the Poseidon table. I stared at the horrible truth.

Percy was not there.

NO!

"What?" Mal asked, dropping his spoon on the table. He stared off into space. I turned around to look at the hearth again. The flames flickered, licking at the air above the fire. The fire looked as if it was taunting the air. The fire could touch the air's domain, yet the air couldn't quite disrupt this magnificent hearth. You'd need a lot of air, like wind to affect the flame that represented so much more than a sacrificial offering of food.

Its sort of like the gods and demigods. The gods could affect us so much: use us, kill us, turn us into trees. Yet, we were just a little bubble of air. Sure, you need air for fire, but that's just the way it is. Children make the parent and parents make the children. (A/N not make make them...personality )

Us half-bloods were just a toy to tease. To use. To take away. I thought angrily. I looked at Mal. He was looking at the hearth. He whispered something like, "Yes, Mother," and met my gaze. He gave me a slight sympathetic look then continued eating. Macey tugged at my shirt.

"Annabeth! Annabeth! Per-" I stood up, my chair fell on the ground and Mal lifted it back up, catching Chiron and most the camp's attention. Chiron looked confused. Clarisse was mid-bite into her toast. Travis Stoll stopped teasing Connor.

"Percy is missing," I whispered. Mal looked down, as if he was avoiding the inevitable.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you," Chiron said. Macey put her head in her hands, aggravated. I didn't pay attention to him. I faced the campers.

"Perseus Jackson," my voice broke. Several kids looked towards the table where he was supposed to be.

"Seaweed Brain is missing," I said. I felt my eyes water. Kids started whispering. They were confused. I saw, through my tears, Clarisse stood up, ran over to me, knocking down her younger brother, and put her arms around me.

I cried into the should of Clarisse La Rue, possibly the only person I knew of that understood my hurt, my pain, my loss.

OHSHIZGOESDOWN.

How'd you like it? I really hope you understand the fire thingy. I tried to explain the best I could, but my sister kept interrupting my typing pointing out my 'scientific errors'. I'm like, dude, this is mythology? stfu. riight? I hopeyou all undertood Clarisse hugging Annabeth. She lost Chris for the longest time.

Don't ya wanna slap a certain goddess of wisdom? *thunder booms and i forget to spell* sorry! Anyway, just you wait till Hera!

Previews: "I lost him, Clarisse. Gone. At least you had hope. Dionysus would help you. I don't even know if he's safe, much less alive!" "Sometimes, hope is all we have. Don't you rememeber Pandora's Box? What would Percy say if he saw you this way?"

R&R love, AJ121