Another chapter on the same day indeed. Maybe I should be doing this more often. Getting about a max of three thousand words. :D or maybe even four thousand.

-GoddessOfArchitecture

Annabeth's POV

I heard the sound of hooves galloping towards my direction. The wrenching sound of gravel pressed beneath gave me a peaceful sound. "What do you have to say to me now, Chiron?" I was tired. My tone was low and drowsy. I turned my back around so that I could face his body.

I held my arms together from the coldness, even though I had a jacket. My golden hair was messy and was moving about in the breeze. Chiron looked down at me, for his dark figure was tall. "A message, Annabeth," he said in his old raspy voice, "Tomorrow you must fulfil your destiny. Olympus awaits on their heels, waiting for hundreds of years for the fore coming prophecy to arrive. It is the time to find out. A time to fight the sources of evil."

I sigh and shook my hand as a signal that I will come. "Thank you. I must head over to my cabin. It's freezing cold out here and you wouldn't want the savior to get defeated from a sore cold, would you now?" I say, trying to play the act. Chiron chuckled and put his hand on my shoulder. "You may go now," with that I took off to my cabin, my chin sinking into my chest.

It felt as if I was walking for a long time. Until I entered the Athena Cabin. I was expecting everyone would be asleep by now, but they were all huddled against each other, as if they were talking about something important. As the door opened the breeze throug itself inside, causing them to take notice of my arrival.

"Guys, I know you're talking about me. But tomorrow morning I will be gone to Chiron's. He and I have a lot of explaining to do," I say as I slid off my jacket and hung it on the rack. Everyone stared at me as if they expected something. I said nothing until I plopped down onto my mattress, "Goodnight, brothers and sisters." I laid myself down on the soft pillow and pulled up the covers. Today was freezing, was all I could say to myself.

I closed my eyes softly but kept my brain on. Once when I was a child... I should've been cautious, because I ended up in a flashback

"Mommy! Daddy! Come and catch me!" I sang as I ran around our backyard garden. Everything was wonderful. My parents (who weren't really my parents) were chasing after me, courtesy to my last name. I brushed pass some bushes, jumped over some rocks and ran into the unknown woods. I was sprinting, the runninf, then jogging until I finally stopped, and I was in the middle of the woods. It was sad because we didn't have a fence, and we also lived near the woods.

From a distance, I heard an owl hoot. I turned towards its direction and saw it perched on a branch. It hooted again. I loved owls, so it wouldn't hurt to touch one. I cautiously walked towards it and held out my arm towards it. It hooted and flew itself toward my arm. In surprise it landed on my arm and snuggled its head into mine. I smiled and rubbed its head.

"Annabeth! What are you doing!? Drop that own NOW!" My mother's voice screeched through the darkness. I was startled and dropped my hand to my side, and the owl hooted as if it were to say goodbye and flew away up into the sky.

"Mother?" I asked through the dark. "Where are you?" I was worried. Sweat trickled down my face as panic over took me. I felt all the blood from my face drain and my hands vibrated wildly. I was giving those sorts of scared voices when you are scared. For some reason, it was already night time. I was surrounded by nothing but the evil dark.

I backed up and up until I hit a tree and I fell down onto its rock hard roots. I screamed out in pain and panted. Tears were stinging in my eyes, my heart was thumping loudly. "MOTHER!" I called out again.

I hoped this was just a nightmare. If so, I closed my eyes hard, still trembling, and let the evil take me. If I was going to die, let me. I'd rather die than be with evil beating me up until I felt scorching hot.

And that was the end.

I took in a huge gasp and sat ou straight. I was panting loudly as my hand reached my chest. I scanned the room and saw my brothers and sisters fast asleep in a comfortable manner. Oh, how I wish to sleep like them. I looked to my right, where the desk was, and saw Malcolm's head on the desk, snoring while drool fell onto his blue print.

I stepped out of my bed and felt my feet tap on the wood, leading the way to where Malcolm was. I looked down at him and at his blueprint. Hmm, not told bad. The sketch was like a ship. Malcolm has told me he had wanted to design blueprints for boats. That was interesting, but I still thought that architects top notched them all.

I slipped out my hand from my pocket and took his blueprint from the desk. I rolled it up so it was easier to carry. I needed to show this for Chiron. I felt as if I needed this blueprint. It felt important for the future. I grabbed my jacket off the wooden rack and slipped it on. I headed out and started jogging to where Chiron's cabin was.

There was a handle. Like one of those handle from the olden times where they used it to knock on doors. I used the knocker twice and waited a while. While I was waiting, I sat down on the porch and leaned my back onto the wall. I grabbed the blueprint and spread it out in front of my face.

I remembered studying about boats in Grade Five. I went to a meuseaum where they showed me how to make a boat. I remember different types of the boat, but I just couldn't place it. My mind ran and ran on about architecture and Percy. But mostly about Percy though.

The door opened, revealing Chiron, who already looked ready to talk. "Annabeth," he says, "come in." He looked at what I was holding, "And bring whatever you've got to show, too."

So we went inside and I took the nice couch and he laid down on his horse pillow thing. He held a coffee cup to his lips and took a nice big sip. "Want some? Probably not. Since you already have ADHD," he said. I smiled and nodded my head. "So what's that in your hand? A design I guess," he gestures towards Malcolm's blueprint. "Yes," I reply, "It's Malcolm's actually. I had this nightmare or flashback, which then I woke up with a start. I saw Malcolm sleeping at the desk, so I went to check on him. I guessed he'd spent all night trying to design a boat." I held up the print and turned it around so he can see it.

"Mhmm," he dragged. In which I put down the blueprint onto the table, where his coffee cup stood. Chiron looked straight into my eye with a sigh, "All those things I have told you. You must start training now. Otherwise we would go nowhere in this battle. And the then the fates will get mad. They would have to find another hero. Which is very unlikely, but which Percy could been chosen, but he doesn't have the power of the brains."

I grabbed the blue print from the table and asked Chiron,"What would I need for this battle?" My face was concerned and determined. We had to defeat this guy, Kronos.

"I'm ready, Chiron," I said defiantly, "I'm ready to take on whatever I have to take on." His lips tugged upwards as he said, "Good."

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I wondered who this 'Oracle of Delphi' was. I hoped she was nice or anything that deserved to be in the positive place. I sighed and dropped the blue print from my side. Chiron has instructed me to go to the Big House, if she's in there. Otherwise, I would try and find a girl with frizzy hair that looked like fire, and emerald green eyes. She seemed like one of those determined and typical red heads. Apparently her name was Rachel Elizabeth Dare, which had the initials of the color of her hair, R.E.D.

I then knew to head towards the Big House. It was a place where Mr. D would play cards and gamble with some minor gods. I wish he was never our camp director. He just had to make his father mad! If dude was in New York right now, I was sure that the police would instantly arrest him just by his typical drunken man looks.

I did tye normal routine, knock on the door, wait, look at blueprint, think about stuff until the door opens revealing a person. This time no one opened the door. So this time I did it myself and saw Mr. D playing with his poker friends. "Mr. D?" I asked politely, never evr wanting to make him angry. "What!? I'm in the middle of a game, Annie Bell!" He growled as he tossed a card towards the middle. "I was just wondering where Rachel Dare was?" I said flatly.

He snorted and said, "Say that girl upstairs. She making some sorta' drawing my feelings in a piece of paper thingy or whatever." He sounded carefree, but I could jugs make out that a little of his voice actually cared for children of the fantasy. "Thank you," I say as I headed up stairs.

Everywhere I looked I saw antics and golden jewellery. Actually, most things here were golden. Including this creepy looking coffin you'd find at Egypt.

"Hello there!" Said a cheery voice. Startled, I jumped back and eyed the girl. I ask her, "Rachel Dare?"

"Yep!"

"We have something to discuss about."

Yayyyy. It's finished! I was just watching American Idol, and I was like, "Why would they play American Idol in Australia?" I mean hellloooo this is Down Under. The place where you find roos and koalas

stay happy- GOA