Alright, so here's a chapter, for the soul reason that I have a few stocked up. But one important thing, I've been lured to another story, I know, I know. I should finish the first one and continue this one as well, but this other story is in First Person, which is something I haven't done yet, buuuuuut supper immersive, I'll post it when I'm finish with Time Reaper, if I finish Time Reaper.

Anyhow, I'm thinking about finishing up that last chap for TR, can't wait…

On news that actually is concerning this story. The action is very very close, in fact I can't wait until it's updated, but Valentine's Day is also literally tomorrow, aaaaand needless to say, I won't be home.

If all goes horribly, expect another chapter on Friday, if not, well… good luck.

Futile Search

"No, sire." The rescue man answered, his eyes bagged and heavy. For a moment he shut his mouth, scrunching his nose as he resisted a yawn. "Like the report said, we found you and the lady about 3000 meters from the west wing of the garden, in the middle of nowhere."

Percy bit down on his lips and crossed his arms. Why would the rescue man lie? No reason, perhaps his memory was indeed altered.

"A knife was firmly in her grasp." The rescue man continued. "She had such a unrelenting grip that both guards had to pry it from her fingers. Not to mention she had her arm around your throat. Not necessarily a choke hold, but I am no expert on that."

"Very well," Percy could see the tiredness of a full nights work and interrogation on the man's face. "Thank you very much."

"Of course." The man pushed himself up and dragged his feet out the resting lobby.

"Are you satisfied now, my lord?" Luke rose form his place against the wall behind Percy. "All we were supposed to do was simply pick up your things from the cabin, not start a questioning."

"Luke, I don't know what's missing." Percy sighed. "I feel like I should know what happened, I feel like I could believe the reports that I was intoxicated, but that's like believing in a lie."

"When a lie is repeated, it becomes the truth." Percy stood from his seat and began to head for the door.

"But that is a false truth, something that is fabricated by lies, the greatest kind of lie. I can not believe in a lie, not with the current stakes." He exited the room and walked through the crowded halls of the hospital. "I hope I didn't trouble him too much…"

"He was the last to leave in the rescue group, but you insisted on questions." Luke said as he hurried after Percy. "I do hope that this is all your curiosity will take you."

Percy came to a halt, his hand moved to his chin, he knew there was only one last option left but the idea of exploring it gave goose bumps. "I more thing," Percy said as he looked over his shoulder. "We need to visit the Knight's HQ."

One would envision the living and operation of the Knights to be a gigantic castle with watchtowers and drop gates, sparring grounds and archery ranges. However, what stood in front of Percy's very eyes was a round, gold plated structure 7 stories high. Surrounded by even taller columns of marble and gold, perhaps 13 in all.

The carriage pulled them to the checkpoint where a knight asked for identification, with one look, then another the knight hurried back to the platform to the side and raised the barricade.

"-we'll be right out." Luke finished to the driver and walked back to the waiting Percy.

"Impatient much?" Luke teased receiving a quick, sarcastic grin. They walked through the metal gates, its several bars retracting as it unlocked.

Percy made for the counter where an attendant bowed.

"Lord Artorius." She greeted.

"Um, I need to see the captive from last night." Percy said when the attendant rose again.

"The one concerning the kidnapping during the Royal Banquet?" She looked through her large book, flipping a few pages back. "I'm sorry, that individual is under level 3 lockdown."

Luke leaned in whispering into Percy's ear. "Meaning only Golden Knights or above can request a visit." This caused Percy to make a face, almost disbelief.

"Then why aren't I allowed access?"

"Lord Artorius is not under the list of privileged that is allowed access." The female attendant bowed again in apology.

"That cant be…" Percy palmed his head, his knuckles turning white. Not this, I need to see her. After such excitement, a disappointing resolution unnerved Percy, there was no way that he'd let this be the end of it, on the other hand, what possibly is there for him to do, call his father over? No way Poseidon would agree to that, not in his mindset then, if anything he'd agree just to get a chance to fry her.

"L-Lady!" The attendant chirped, Percy's head shot up as the slender girl placed her sapphire badge on the table. Her black hair flared up around her head, black, spiked jacket pulled up to her elbow.

"I'll be granting access then." She said coldly.

"Very well, access granted, for three?" The attendant scribbled with her quill on the large book next to the previous one.

"Just two," Thalia slipped her royal badge into her inner jacket pocket. "I was just on my way out." She turned around before she finished her sentence and began out the door.

"W-Wait." Percy called after her, granting an unexpected response. "Thank you."

Thalia glared back. "Don't misunderstand, you looked pathetic the way you were." Then she left, the giant doors shutting behind her.

Once again Percy slummed his shoulders, what was he doing wrong? Maybe she just simply hated the wedding proposal.

"Don't take it too harshly." Percy looked back to the attendant who took the moment from writing to lean in and whisper. "U-Uh, sire." She shot back and gave a quick apology.

"What do you mean?" Percy raised an eyebrow.

"Um, I'm not sure if it's any of my business but," The attendant cupped her mouth as she whispered. "the lady hates Avalonians. No offense, Lord." She waved her hands.

"No, it's nothing, but why?" Percy leaned in as well.

"I don't know, but rumor's floating around that there was an assassination attempt on her by Avalon." The attendant waved her wrist. "One thing's for sure, she's got a burning grudge against them, there's no way around that. If I were you, not that I ever can, but I'd stay away from her."

Percy frown, a burning grudge? Why would that be? There's no way that there might have been an assassination, father would never allow it.

"It seems the word hasn't flown down to the commoners yet." Luke said nonchalantly.

"Hm?" Percy walked down the hall guided by another attendant.

"About the engagement ceremony, if she did know, I'd say she has guts."

"Oh, yeah." Percy mumbled, bringing him back to the reason why they where there.

"Here's the room." The attendant stood to the side, waving her arm to the door labeled "R #508".

Percy thanked her and entered the room, which as expected wasn't where she was kept, but an interrogation room. The detective clad in a dark blue suit turned to the two, his eyes widen for a moment when he stood and bowed.

"My lord." He greeted. "What has brought you here?"

"Please, sit." Percy waved for him to return to his seat. "I just needed a moment—" His eyes fell on the other person in the dimly lit room. A girl with golden curls that tumbled down her back and around her shoulders, dirtied by mud and grime. Her skin was soft and pale. Large, wondering eyes, sharp shades of gray that searched clueless around the room, as if searching for something.

The girl wore only a white dress that seemed like no protection from the chill in the room; her wrist was locked in cuffs, chained to the table, leaving very small space to move.

"That's her." His thought slipped out in a whisper. In what brief moments he had to see her face, he recognized it immediately.

"We were just about to finish the interrogation, my lord." The investigator stated. "The culprit had awoken this afternoon, and we haven't pulled much from her."

"Why's she chained up?" Percy demanded more than asked. "She hasn't done anything wrong."

"My lord…"

"Percy." Luke stepped closer, but Percy ignored them, he knelt down on one knee, beside the girl. "Are you alright?"

The girl examined Percy's face, as if she could find the answer she had been looking for in him.

"W-What's going on?" Her voice was flimsy, dry, like she hasn't talked in days, maybe weeks nor did she have efficient supply of water.

"That's what I want to know." Percy said with a reassuring smile. "Please tell me, what's your name?"

"Where am I?" Her voice became more urgent, stronger even, her hands strained against the cuffs.

"You're in the Knights' HQ, don't worry, everything is okay, just tell me your name." Percy pleaded.

"That wont work." The detective scuffed.

"Anna-beth." She stuttered out. "My name is Annabeth." Her voice was confused, just as Percy was.

"Alright." Percy smile broadened, he shuffled his other knee down and crossed his arms on the table. "How about I answer one of your questions and you answer one of mine?"

No response.

"Annabeth-" The girl shivered when she heard her name. "-what were you doing last night? Do you remember what happened?"

"Remember..." Her eyes bulge open, her hands yanked on the chains as tear began to slip from her rims. "I-I…" The tears streamed down, her voice was lost to hiccups. "I don't remember…"

"What do you mean?" Percy leaned in.

"I don't know!" She grunted as she cried. "What going on? What happened to me? Why don't I remember?" Percy rose from the ground and patted her on the back. He wasn't sure what to do; he didn't even know what was going on.

"She's claiming amnesia." The detective said plainly. When he received a glare from Percy he raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you believe that, sire. It is clearly a lie!"

Does this look like a lie? The girl seemed to have run out of tears as she was reduced to sniffing. They remained silent for a while until the detective decided to continue the interrogation.

"Ma'am, look at this for a moment." The detective pulled a knife from an envelope, a marble hilted, silver dagger, with intricate carvings in gold. The blade itself has what looked to be ancient text carved into the side.

Annabeth's head slowly lifted and immediately as she saw the knife her eyes widened again, her arms shot forward, straightening the chains.

"Is this yours?" The detective asked.

"G-Give it back!" Annabeth yelled the intense desire from her forced Percy off the floor and back up.

"So I would consider that as a 'yes'." The detective smiled as if he had just solved the crime and slipped the blade back into the envelope.

"Return it!" Her scream echoed in the halls.

"Well," Luke sighed, his arms crossed together, head hung back against the wooden wall. "I guess that's about it. There's nothing else we can do."

"But I still don't have the answer." Percy paced back and forth in his room.

"The answer is right in front of you." Luke said with exhausted breaths, he didn't know how much more of this he could take. "All you need to do is decide whether or not you agree with it."

"I can't..." His words trailed off, his head fell and his fist tightened. "I can't let her..."

"Why are you so concern with that girl." Luke opened one eye and looked carefully onto Percy face, what struggles drives him to such extends.

"She didn't do anything wrong." Percy finally breathed out and from within his disappointing eyes, Luke saw the simplistic truth.

"Because she didn't do anything wrong." Luke mused, what if he had said those words, sounding so awkward and wrong from his lips. "Man, you're impossible. Still that doesn't rule out the possibility that your memories are distorted."

"But," Percy turned to Luke, desperate for words and understanding. None of which could be given. "We need to help her, she might die having done nothing at all."

"My job is to protect you." Luke said shortly, but Percy understood the meaning: but not believe you.

"You right." Percy didn't sound defeated, instead he smiled, a fake smile. "I guess I have no other option." His tired body fell on the bed and he lay back, sinking into the blanket. "Hey, Luke..."

"Hm?" Luke straightened ready to leave.

"We should play hide and seek again, like the old days."

Luke's eyes lingered on Percy's sleeping form, waiting trying to pry open that door and peer inside.

"Sure, when we get back to Athens."

Great, tell me how you feel about this one, did ya catch everything? The characters are still OC, but lets be honest here; Luke barely has a character with what little tie he has in the books, but he is deceiving and cunning, so keep that in mind (not really, don't be suspicious!).

Percy is the complete opposite of the Percy in the books, but their situation is completely different (rebellious punk vs. elegant to-be knight).

Anyhow, tell me your thoughts, if you have any questions, advice, or review, whatever, have at it (I sound like a bum).