Hey, guys I know it's been kind of a while since I've updated, but here I am again. I like to write when I'm dealing with crap in my life, so that's also a reason why.

I DO NOT OWN ACTUALY QUOTES FROM THE BOOK. THEY WERE BORN FROM RICK RIORDAN'S BRAIN.

There's the disclaimer; enjoy reading.

The rest of Annabeth's conversation with Percy was a little surprising for her. She hadn't read this part of the book yet, and she was a little wary of each sentence she took. This was the hard part of not reading the book. She didn't know if every word or syllable or breath she took was correct. And it scared her. She wanted to and had to save herself and all of her friends—because one of them was in grave danger.

But it was easy and each answer sort of just came to her. For some reason, she could swear it felt nostalgic and that she'd done this before. She guessed that was how she knew that this was real and that she was saying the right thing.

Annabeth was just explaining about the camp and her dad. And about her life; and then they started to talk a little bit about the situation at hand.

This was what made her feel like she was on thin ice. She already knew practically everything that was happening—it was Zeus's bolt that somebody stole. She had to play along as best as she could and try not to make it obvious at the same time.

She also tried to hurry it along because she desperately had to go read more of the book again. It almost ate her insides, she was so impatient.

Annabeth thanked every single god—even the minor ones—when she smelled the barbecue smoke and heard Percy's stomach growl.

"You should go," Annabeth said. "I'll catch you later,"

Percy nodded and then walked away.

Annabeth stood there for a couple seconds and then peered behind her shoulder and once she found him gone and lost interest of where she was, she sprinted back to her cabin. She darted under swinging weapons and jumped around people and skipped a step as she went into her cabin.

She closed the door behind her and sat at her desk, opening the book and reading the part she just acted out. When she finished it, she breathed out a sigh and leaned against her chair. "Oh, thank gods,"

Annabeth brought her book to dinner again. When she scraped off her food into the fire, she prayed to every single god to guide her through this. She prayed this would all turn out fine. She wasn't sure if anyone heard her or not.

She read during dinner and this time, no one asked and no one really cared. They were talking about Percy and were laughing about how he threw Clarisse into the toilets.

Annabeth was glad that she got to the capture the flag part. She had to know what was going to happen. When she read that he disarmed Luke, she was dazzled by him. She also had to say, for a scrawny new kid, Percy was pretty funny.

She had to admit, it was pretty weird reading about herself and what she was going to do. She could imagine herself and it was like a memory. It kind of scared her, and she almost felt like a patient who had lost their memory from a car accident and was trying to regain it.

Annabeth smiled when she saw that she would set Percy up. It made her feel smart.

But then her smile faltered when she read who Percy's father was. Her mind reeled and she blinked at the page. She gasped a little and looked at the table.

"Hey, you okay, Annabeth?" One of her siblings sitting next to her asked.

She didn't answer.

"You're reading that book again? What is it?"

"Nothing," she pulled it away from them and her eyes stared back over at Percy who sat all squished at the Hermes's table.

She knew there was going to be way more to him than meets the eye.

Annabeth slipped on her Yankees cap right when the conch horn blew. She then dodged all the screaming and running campers and dashed her way to the creek where she had stationed Percy.

She appeared through the brush right as Clarisse had stabbed him with her stupid spear.

Annabeth just watched as she saw the book come to life and it was amazing.

But her ADHD was starting to get the best of her and her hands twitched to grab her dagger and help him in the fight. Ever since she had found out that he was the son of Poseidon, all she wanted to do was jump in and help him. Though, she's pretty sure that's not how she had felt the first time she had done this.

A splash brought her out of her thoughts. She snapped her gaze back up to find that Percy had fallen in the
creek with burns and bruises and chalk pale.

She had to suppress her laughter and cheering when Percy had taken care of all of them after the water had given him strength.

The conch horn blew, signaling the end of the game.

"Not bad, hero," Annabeth said as she stood next to him.

He whirled around, and she could swear he was looking right at her, but she knew he wasn't because she had her Yankees cap on. His eyes were unfocused.

"Where the heck did you learn to fight like that?" She asked and she slipped off her Yankees hat and revealed herself. Percy's eyes focused on her, like he was really staring at her and not through her.

Annabeth could see his jaw clench. "You set me up. You put me here because you knew Clarisse would come after me, while you sent Luke around the flank. You had it all figured out." He said and Annabeth could also see his green eyes glowing.

She was about to say her line, the one that she smiled at when she read it at first, but then Percy cut her off. "What is wrong with you? Why do you hate me so much? First, you hit me because of some stupid book"—when he said that, it stung Annabeth—"and now you really do want to get me killed. Seriously, what did I do to you?"

She had kept glancing down at his cut that looked as if it were getting worse, but then it suddenly began to close up. Annabeth had to play it cool and get the conversation back on track. She shrugged and gave him a smug look. "I told you. Athena always, always has a plan."

Percy huffed. "A plan to get me pulverized."

This relieved her because he was supposed to say that. "I came as fast as I could. I was about to jump in, but…" She shrugged as she didn't have to think twice about her words. Even though she already knew them, they simply rolled off her tongue. "You didn't need help."

Annabeth looked down at his arm, where there was a cut but she found it was gone. It was like he hadn't just been in a fight with a couple of Ares' devil spawns.

"How did you do that?"

"Sword cut," he said as if she were stupid. "What do you think?"

Boy, if only I could smack you upside the head with that book again, she thought angrily.

"No." She snapped at him, but reminded herself to keep calm. "It was a sword cut. Look at it."

Percy looked down at his arm and found that she was correct. He watched the scar completely disappear.

"I-I don't get it." He said.

"Step out of the water, Percy,"

"What—"

"Just do it."

He came out of the creek, stepping closer to her, and he immediately almost fell over. Annabeth stepped forward and caught him to steady him.

She cursed. "This is not good. I didn't want…I assumed it would be Zeus..."

Annabeth waited for the low growl, but instead, it turned into a rough snarl, and almost immediately the hell hound jumped out of the forest. She hadn't been prepared for that because she didn't hear the howl, and nearly jumped out of her skin.

She immediately took out her sword and she yelled, "Percy, run!"

But even as she said that, it was right on him and everything that she had read was going to happen, happened seconds earlier. Earlier to where she didn't have her act together and her mind was struggling to keep up. Time was going too fast for her to handle.

Percy stumbled back with the hell hound on his chest, ripping at him and snarling. It looked much fiercer than the book had described. She wondered if it was just because the author may have written it wrong, but decided that that probably wouldn't be right. Imagine a hell hound—already frightening to look at—but has rabies.

Annabeth thought she was imagining the voice as well. It sounded like someone who had just woken up and it was a woman's voice.

Not now, my dear pet, she said. They will die soon—their blood spattered on the stones.

No one else seemed affected by these words, so that told Annabeth that she was the only one who had heard it.

Chiron didn't need to give orders. Everyone already brought out their bows and arrows and flew dozens of them at the monster's neck. It fell at his feet.

Percy looked white as chalk. His eyes were wide and Annabeth suddenly had the urge to calm him down.

But she had to calm herself down before she could help him. She finally understood how terrifying this would be for her. The letter said everyone would be in grave danger, but she didn't think it'd happen this early.

Then Percy looked at her. "You." He accused in a shaky voice. "You really hate me that much? You put that…that thing on me?"

The campers were too shaken up to hear him. She glanced at the crowd and found only Luke staring at her.

Her cheeks warmed and she said barely above a whisper, "I didn't do that! I wouldn't hurt you, Percy." Then in a normal voice, she said, "Di immortales! That was a hell hound from the Fields of Punishment. They don't…they're not supposed to…"

Percy still glared at her.

"Someone summoned it," Chiron said. "Someone from inside the camp."

Annabeth wished she could tell Percy that it wasn't her, but she knew she couldn't. Not then.

Clarisse yelled, "It's all Percy's fault! He summoned it!"

He didn't even look offended when she said that. Percy still stared at Annabeth, betrayed.

"Be quiet, child," Chiron told her.

Annabeth ran over to Percy and she said below her breath to where only he could hear, "I swear it wasn't me, Percy," she looked up at him, her eyes stern.

His face softened when he saw how terrified she looked. Her face was ashen and a sliver of belief crawled into him.

"I wouldn't do that to you. I promise."

Percy was about to respond, but Annabeth cut him off. "You're wounded. Quick, Percy, get in the water."

"I'm okay." But there was a small part of him that wouldn't let her help him.

"No, you're not," she put more urgency in his voice and made him step back into the creek before she told Chiron to watch. For some reason, she wanted to, more than ever, help him. She couldn't let him get hurt without feeling guilty.

Immediately, the color filled up his face again. And the cuts on his chest began to heal and majority of the campers gasped.

"Look, I-I don't know why," he was trying to apologize. Annabeth just wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault; he couldn't control it, but she resisted. "I'm sorry…"

And then something shimmered above his head. It was a green light that was starting to focus and every camper's eyes drifted up there.

"Percy," Annabeth said, pointing. "Um…"

She watched in amazement as it glowed brighter and greener and transformed into a shape.

He looked up just as it started to fade, but it still seemed to leave a mark burning in the air. It was a trident.

"Your father," she murmured without even thinking about it. "This is really not good." She wasn't just talking about who his dad was—which she already knew about.

"It is determined," Chiron announced.

Campers started kneeling even though some looked like they wanted to force Percy to kneel.

"My father?" Percy asked and Annabeth noticed his eyes were still wide and the iris' color the same as the green light.

"Poseidon," Chiron said. "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, son of the Sea God."

Annabeth looked over at the centaur and could swear that he looked a little smug, as if he had been waiting to say the dramatic sentence.

Annabeth walked alongside Percy as they headed out of the woods.

"Listen, you've got to believe that it wasn't me. I had no idea about that hell hound," She realized that she was kind of lying about that. She did know about it, but she just didn't know it would happen the way it did.

Annabeth kept babbling and she was walking fast to catch up with him, "It can only be summoned a special way and even I don't really know how to do that. I promise, I wouldn't ever do that to you—you have no idea how much I—"

"Annabeth," he stopped and turned to face her. Percy stopped her from rambling any further. "I believe you. Calm down."

"Y-You do?"

"Of course. You're my friend,"

"I-I am?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it."

"How have you decided that I'm your friend so quickly even though you thought I was trying to kill you?"

"Because you helped me." He said, "When everyone else was too surprised to come close to me. And, if it weren't for you and your Athena plans, I probably wouldn't know who my dad is right now."

"So…you're not mad about me putting you up with Clarisse?"

He shook his head. "Not really. I got to see the look on her face when I broke her spear." Percy began snickering.

Annabeth began to smile a little.

"So, thanks, Annabeth,"

She nodded, but was still dazed as to what just happened.

That night, after Chiron had moved Percy to Cabin three, Annabeth lay on her bed. She propped her head up with her arms behind her neck and she stared at the books on her desk.

She got up and went over to it, bringing it out and began reading the next chapter.

So she wasn't supposed to talk to him after finding out about his dad. For once, she didn't exactly care. Annabeth had grown closer to Percy that way, and she figured that that helped instead of made matters worse.

Annabeth flipped back a couple pages, to when the hell hound first appeared, and she re-read the lines. There wasn't anything about the woman's voice. Of course, it was all in Percy's point-of-view.

She stopped.

How did she not notice this earlier?

It was in Percy's point-of-view.

He wrote these books.

"This means…" she trailed off.

It means he was also the one who sent them to me, she thought.

"Right?" She got up and scrambled to her desk and re-read the letter. It looked more like a woman's handwriting, though.

And that woman's voice said that they would soon die, so she knew that there was that woman that wasn't going to help them.

Thoughts were clouding up her mind and she placed a bookmark in the pages. She curled up into her bed, and fell right asleep.

That night, she dreamed that same dream. She was hurrying to put something in the package and she was writing something out.

"Annabeth!" the voice cried out again. It was so familiar, but she couldn't get a grasp on who was yelling at her.

She wished she knew. Annabeth turned to see, but the blinding light was there again she couldn't see.

Annabeth woke up to the stab of pain in her stomach. She was hyperventilating and the sheets had actually fallen off the mattress. She'd been having that dream every night since she got the books.

Once she calmed herself down, she stood and sat at her desk. She was sweating; her clothes plastered to her and her hair feeling greasy and dirty. She pulled it off her neck and into a ponytail.

Annabeth rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. The dream was turning into a nightmare now.

She took a deep breath and stared down at her notes for Greek Mythology. It was right next to the letter that came with the books.

She blinked and stared at them both. Something tickled her heart and made it flutter but her stomach dropped.

Annabeth noticed that her writing looked almost exactly like the writing in the letter.

She stopped and put down her hands away from her temples. She hid the letter and tore off a free sheet of paper and began to write down the words, but made it sloppier.

Then she compared the two.

Annabeth kept staring as the puzzle pieces began to slowly form together. Some were stuck though, and this only seemed to confuse her a little more.

Did I write the letter?

Annabeth pressed her lips together and threw away the fake letter. She continued reading The Lightning Thief, starting to feel the weight of everyone's lives on her shoulders.

A couple days later, Annabeth woke up from a different dream than usual. Well, it was different at first.

She was standing on the beach, the wind whipping at her clothes and tearing at her hair. There was a furious storm up above her and she could barely see ahead of her, it was so dark.

But she saw a figure. It was about as tall as her and when the lightning flashed, she could make out their black hair and scrawny body. He was wearing an orange shirt and Annabeth automatically knew it was Percy.

She was about to run toward him, yelling at him that the weather was too bad to be out here, but she couldn't move and she couldn't talk.

Neither could he. He just stood there and Annabeth wondered what he was doing.

That was when she saw the two men a hundred or so yards away. Percy was watching them as they fought.

One was wearing blue robes, and the other green. The blue one was yelling for the other to give something back.

The fight seemed to make the storm and the waves thrash around even more.

Annabeth heard a voice tugging at her brain and it was yelling for them to stop fighting. It was Percy's voice.

The ground shook and there was an evil laugh. It was dark and menacing and made a shiver crawl up her spine.

Come down, little hero, it said. Come down!

Then there was a split in the sand, and the two fell into the darkness together.

Annabeth heard somebody scream as she jolted up. She was pretty sure it was herself.

The door slammed open and it was Malcolm. She knew this because the lightning split across the sky in the distance and lit up his face.

"Are you okay?" he asked urgently.

"Nightmare," she mumbled.

He nodded, knowing what she meant because dreams were never called dreams anymore for demigods. They were always nightmares.

Malcolm told her good luck and then walked away, closing the door again.

Annabeth let out a deep breath. She got out of bed and her ankles started to wobble and she fell into her chair at her desk. Annabeth continued reading The Lightning Thief and found that she and Percy had the same dream, but he didn't notice her.

And Grover showed up at his door. She looked out her window and found that that was happening right this minute. Annabeth freaked out and hurried to keep reading the rest because she was behind.

It was hard for her to read fast because of her dyslexia and ADHD, but she managed to get by. She hoped she was ahead of them. They had such a long conversation about Zeus's bolt being stolen. She knew that much so she was able to skip some things.

Annabeth couldn't believe that they thought Percy had been the one to steal the lightning bolt. He couldn't have; he just arrived and barely knew how to pick up a sword!

Her breath caught in her throat when she saw that he was going to the Oracle. Nobody had been to the Oracle since Luke.

She couldn't help but laugh at his nervousness to the mummy.

But then all jokes left when she read his prophecy. It didn't feel right to be sneaking in on his destiny, but she had no choice.

It felt even more confusing toward her. A god who has turned? One of his friends will betray him?

Annabeth had a terrified feeling in her stomach. She hoped she wasn't going to be the one who will betray him. But then she had another feeling, like she knew that she would never, ever want to hurt Percy. She wanted to help him. At this point, she knew she had to.

Her ADHD got the best of her in that moment because she wondered if maybe she could go to the Oracle. Maybe it could give her a little insight on what the heck was going on.

But there wasn't time and suddenly something clicked and told her to finish up reading. So she did—she scanned through the pages because most of this, she already knew about. She had that feeling of nostalgia creeping up on her again.

She yelped when it said she came back into view. She quickly read the rest and then slammed it down on the desk, grabbed her Yankees cap, and sprinted out to the Big House invisibly. She got there just in time as Percy spoke in sarcasm.

Annabeth was both frightened and excited to start the quest. But she knew a deep dark secret and they had two people on their bad sides. And these people were probably not normal and probably weren't going to take any of this lightly. The evidence already showed with the hell hound.

But Annabeth was glad for one thing for sure: she and Percy were connected, even though they were completely opposite as Wise Girl and Seaweed Brain.

It's starting to get pretty serious now and Annabeth's figuring it out...Please review because they make me happy. :)