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Thanks for all, I mean, first day, I get 10 reviews, 18 favs and 30 follows? Okay, make that 29, but still.

So some guy by the pen name of vickydd forgot the plot. Let me enlighten you:
- Because you forgot the plot of the last story, (Come on! Why do that?) you can't quite place how the first chapter came to be. So I'll just put the end part, m'kay? Basically, the last battle was in the Field of Mars in Camp Jupiter. There was a pit straight to Tartarus near New Rome. When they retreated, almost all of the gods were already down there. The Dyname squad took their own demigods too, and Thalia was supposed to take Annabeth to Tartarus, but she still treats her as a friend, so she saved her and led her to Camp Half-Blood.

And yeah, with that aside, here's two!

Chapter 2

Annabeth did not remember what happened before. All she knew was she met this white guy, who offered her something… Something she still has to remember- the memory was fuzzy, but thankfully, it was still there. Yes, and she remembered that she accepted. She still couldn't remember her reason, but she said yes.

She felt a chill travel down her spine, causing her to shiver involuntarily. Her first thought after that was, What have I done? If my mom were here-

Then she remembered. That Iris-message. Camp Half-Blood. White guy. New life… She remembered, after all. But who was that guy? Where was she?

She tried to open her eyes, but they were squeezed shut. She tried to move, but couldn't. It was like her consciousness was awake in her unconscious body. Before she could wonder if that was possible, the emptiness dissolved into a scene. It was also dark, but this room- if this was ever a room- was dimly lit by faint red light.

She recognized it already; she even wonders how she didn't have nightmares about it.

Maybe this was the first.

At the end of the room, resting in the shadows was a man. She couldn't see his face from where she was staying, because the shadows were covering it. Although, she could see that he was standing upright and stretching, his hands placed far on his sides. He was leaning forward slightly, his head was down, and he was not moving.

A boy entered the room from behind her. He looks really familiar; she felt like she had seen that hair before. Like she had seen this boy last time. He wore pitch black armor, and a black sword was strapped to his side. How the body armor was designed: she didn't know. It didn't look that much familiar to her- it didn't look like Greek armor nor Roman. He had a cape which was dark grey with black flames, and at the center was a black and red symbol of a Greek letter: Kappa.

She tried moving her legs, just to see the face of the boy, but they failed her. She was rooted to the spot. She shrugged it off; it was obvious that he didn't see her standing there, she wouldn't be in the face of danger- or perhaps he pretended that he didn't see her, and then go on with some crazy mad stuff that might ruin her innocence and sanity for the rest of her life.

She decided to think about the first one. Must think positive, it seems.

The boy stopped in front of the man. He made a hand gesture- that must've called forth for more people in pitch black armor from behind her. They all had capes with similar designs that of the first boy, but their symbols varied in between Sigma, Delta, Zeta, and- like the first boy's- Kappa. They all had different weapons with them: swords, spears, knives, axes, bows, and whatever; the people that have Kappa on their capes have many varieties of weapons, unlike the people that have Delta have some spears, swords, and bows. The people that have Zeta on their capes mostly have knives. The people with Sigma, on the other hand, only varies through swords, spears; some even have none.

The boy turned and faced the crowd. Her eyes widened. That's why he looked so familiar, she really have seen him before. As if seeing her reaction, he narrowed his eyes in her direction. She thought she was busted and going to die when he suddenly grinned. He waved at her.

She didn't know what to do. She was in shock. Slowly, the crowd turned and followed his example, waving and smiling. Before she could decide whether to bolt out or wave, someone beside her spoke, which made her jump.

"Aw, stop it," the voice chided. The all too familiar voice chided. She looked at him; he still had the same sea green eyes, unruly black hair, and goofy smile. "Go on, I'm just going to watch you. Nobody knows what you kids will do."

Everyone grunted at the 'kids' remark, and turned back to the man. One boy in a Sigma cape stepped forward with a bucket of boiling hot water and dunked it on the man's head. His head responded instantly. He threw his head back and screamed. She watched in horror as the others did nothing but laugh, especially when she saw the man's face. Percy was just chuckling beside her with an evil glint in his eyes. This was not the same Percy she knew.

This was not it.

Her eyes fluttered open. When it did, though, she had to blink several times so her eyes would adjust to the light of the room she was in. A few moments later, she could make out a white and gold room, and a light tanned girl about her age looming over her. The room smelled suspiciously of alcohol. She hated the place already. She hated hospitals.

Or so she thought it was a hospital. The girl, noticing that she was awake, smiled.

"Hi. Finally you're awake," she said. Annabeth wanted to say, Well duh, but held her tongue and waited. The girl introduced herself, "I'm Abigail, daughter of the upper atmosphere and heavenly light." She paused and blinked, as if she recalled something. She smiled. "Speaking of whom, my father wishes to speak with you."

Annabeth was pondering over about if air could produce mortals and claim it as its own, or not; or whether the light could flicker and materialize into a form of a man or woman, or not. Yes, it didn't sound realistic, and Annabeth knew that. She decided that it has to do with personifications of a person, because Abby- Abigail insisted that she'd call her that- told her before that it was her father. She was thinking, Could it be Aeolus? But then she remembered about the heavenly light. She shook her head, shaking the thoughts off her mind.

I'll just think about it later…

"We're here," Abby proclaimed. They stopped in front of large, double doors with the same color scheme as the infirmary and the hallways: white and gold. Annabeth looked up and inhaled a huge amount of air, and pushed the doors open.

It opened flawlessly to reveal a large room with a high ceiling. At the end of the room were two thrones: one slightly smaller than the other. On the smaller throne sat a beautiful woman. She has golden blonde hair and shining, gold eyes. She was light skinned, and she wore a silvery white Greek chiton.

And she was having a serious talk with the white guy.

They stopped conversing immediately once they saw the two enter the throne room. Abigail bowed to the woman, and then knelt before the white guy. Annabeth followed her lead. The man stood up.

"You may go now, my daughter," he ordered then turned toward Annabeth as Abigail scurried out of the throne room. "Ah, I see you are awake. We have a lot to talk about."

Annabeth looked questioningly at the man who must've took her to this palace. "Who are you?" she demanded. "Where did you take me?"

Okay, she admits; that was impolite of her. But you couldn't possibly blame her. She is a daughter of Athena. Her head would explode any moment if those millions of questions resting in her head won't come out. She doesn't like not knowing; she needs to know everything.

But the man seemed unaffected of her impoliteness. "I am Aether, primordial of the heavens. This is Hemera, my consort, primordial deity and goddess of the daytime. You are in my palace," he explained as Hemera smiled at her openly. Annabeth felt her jaw become slack as she stared at the two powerful deities in front of her.

She regained her composure and bowed. "My apologies for-"

"No need," Hemera waved off her apology. "You simply didn't know, that's all."

Annabeth bit her lip nervously. "But why am I here Lady Hemera?"

Aether smiled. "As I said before, I will give you a purpose to live if you don't have any. You could look for him. You could get him back."

Her eyes widened. "Him... Percy.." she mumbled longingly.

Hemera nodded. "We have decided to take you with us," she told her. "You will have a new purpose, at the same time a new family, and a new inspiration. You will become our champion. Serve your purpose as a peacekeeper."

Annabeth managed a small smile. "As long as I get him back..."

She bolted upright, gasping for breath. She looked around, some tears blurring her vision.

The place she got was decent enough for her. It was just like a school dorm room. There were a total of three bunk beds, but she only has three roommates, all sound asleep and snoring softly. There was a tall bookshelf on the side of her bed, and a little study table at the other side. On the sides of the other bunks were bedside tables, and small aquariums and more bookshelves. All the weapons were hung on the wall, as well as the armors at their respective sides. The closets were opposite of the bunk beds, and a bunch of other stuff.

Annabeth felt her face. Beads of sweat were running down on her already sweaty face. Her pillow also felt wet.

It was another nightmare. Another nightmare haunted her in her sleep since the first.

This was going on for days now. Since the first dream she had about this, the one with Zeus, she had been receiving more of the worse and worst. The worse showed some of her fellow demigods that got captured to get tortured and such. The worst were not what she expected.

Of course, she wouldn't want to think that the worst nightmares were about her mother. She didn't expect that. Another showed the one with her, as the prisoner and damned. She knew that she blamed herself for these past events that were not wanted, and sometimes thought that: I should've been the one who was taken, not anyone of them, but seeing it come true, she changed her mind. But the worst- and she tells you- worst- she doesn't know if that was a demigod dream or a nightmare, but she saw him.

He was the one getting tortured.

Okay, I know the ending up there sucks, but yeah. Tell it in my face.

IT SUCKS. I know.

But yeah, I just want to thank all the people who took their time to check those small little boxes, you're all awesome! And, to just shorten this note here, I'm just going to reply to your reviews, reviewers. Thanks also to those who, yeah, checked those small little boxes.

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