Hey, dudes! I haven't been updating a lot lately. Mostly because I'm now a beta (yayyyyy!) and need to check and edit people's work. And second of all, because I'm an artist. I draw a whole lot. I like Burdge's drawings and stuff. I draw good like her. I think. I'll post my picture up as my profile account picture. Though, when I look at her work, I believed there's still some improvement. Like shadows, no chicken steps, boldness. Very basic things that should be added when most artists don't get. Eh, I'm rambling AGAIN! C'mon, bros.

But what I have to say here is really important. I am taking a test today to go to the number one school of all time. I don't want to go there. I am smart. But I'm not sure if I'm that smart. I don't want to go to a school with people as smart as me. I want to a school with uniqueness and with indifferent types of people. There are highs and lows, just what a school should really be. And this, my parents just want me to have a successful life. But as a Christian, I don't think my life is successful if I don't have love and care right by my side. My dad says that I have to go to school before I could even have any kind of relationship with a person. Which I really think is unfair and untrue.

And dudes, if you're reading this, please don't get anything like this get into your way. If you aren't religious, then let me say to you, if your parents ever tell you anything or even force you to go, stand up to them. It's the only way to say that it is not time for you to take this decision which would probably change your life.

Thank you.

-GoddessOfArchitecture

Another mysterious dude like from the last chapter except he isn't the guy from the last chapter because I couldn't think of anything's POV

The annoying little brat just had to come! The one who believes that he is so perfect. My, I feel like this guy is utterly stupid. Bringing them is against the authorities beyond the city walls. Well... not really city walls, but close enough, right? But anyways, if he brought them here... Then just disappears... What would that mean? It certainly could be an important situation.

I sigh. This is too much for me. And why bother talking about him when I could torture his, errrr, substitute. Yes. I should go torture this subsitute for even coming here, and I want to avenge my sister.

I want my sister back. The girl with the gray eyes and princess curled hair.

And if the mutt doesn't come back, then only the gods know what would happen because he is going to pay. And it would be the biggest price of them all.

Percy's POV

I seriously don't know what to do.

Sinking to the bottom of the ocean isn't the number one on my to do list. But I believe that this was an important terrain listed on the quest. This was it. I knew because I could see sharp glowing shards of glamstone.

Glamstone is part of the witchery area of fantasy. Glamstones give feed to them, is an ingredient of a spells and potion and is also just there to illuminate the darkness with light through the dark trenches.

These places with the glamstones were also the sign that there are underwater caves. Hmm... underwater caves. I remember my father telling me that interesting things go on whereabouts there. Maybe we could take a rest there.

I tugged on Annabeth's sleeve. She turns her head and asks, "What?" I shrugged my shoulders and pointed to the glowing trench. "There," I say, "We can stay in the underwater caves.

And that's was what we did.

We swam through the trench full of sparkling diamonds and minerals. It seemed pretty tempting just to pick one up, but my father says these were sensitive to the Glamstone Trenches, and if you pick the wrong one, then there is a very high possibility that you would die. Maybe because this was the terrain of witches, and they cast spells on the gems just to take protection. But not all witches are like that. I know a witch who lives here.

"Percy," Annabeth groans and sits down on the rocky ground. We were in a narrow underwater cave which made me feel a tiny bit uncomfortable and claustrophobic. I sigh and propped myself next to Annabeth, my legs were swinging in the water.

"The air," she sniffs, "It smells disgusting." She wrinkles her nose and claps it with her hand. I give a light chuckle, rarely ever seeing the childish side of Annabeth. "Then get used to it!" I exclaimed and threw up my hands into the smelly air. To be honest, it really does stink. It smelled like seagull poo, seaweed (oh no! It smells like me!), a little hint of strong vinegar and sea salt.

I rubbed my eyes and yawned. "Sleepy? Aren't ya?" a voice which wasn't Annabeth but sounded feminine calls. I instantly sat up and saw the girl who was talking.

She had light chocolate skin, golden eyes, and extremely curly hair, but not like Annabeth's princess curls. She looked just of the age of twelve and was wearing a cloak that reached up to her brown sandals.

"H-Hazel?!" I yell in surprise. Annabeth groaned and sat up while rubbing her gray eyes. "What did I miss?" she asks still feeling fatigue.

Hazel, my cousin who happens to be a witch, smiles friendly. "Well!" She claps her hands enthusiastically, "Maybe you guys a probably thirsty or hungry. The choice is yours." Yes, we're not allowed to drink sea water. Didn't you learn that before?

Apparently this was fortunately my cousin's underwater cave that she lives in. Hazel looked down to her cauldron and started to stir this bubbly mixture with a huge spoon looking utensil. The food looked like stew that was light beige and had some mushrooms coming out of it.

When she had finished stirring, she poured it in into two wooden bowls and placed it before our feet. I looked at her questionably, giving her the sign that I have no idea what this was. "It's mushroom stew," she says. "It could heal you a whole lot, making you feel energised and all your bruises and scars disappear. This is a very rare stew to have. Not many witches are lucky enough to come across by a ruby glamstone mushroom.

I nod and took a sip of the still boiling liquid. It tasted creamy, but it also made your mouth feel pop and burst. You know, when something is so good your cheeks feel like their brushing.

I gave a little burp, earning a glare from Annabeth. "Thank you, Hazel," she says politely and shoves her bowl to Hazel. "No worries, Prophecy of Olympus," Hazel smiles.

"Wha-..."

"Trust me, darl, I know things," Hazel interrupts with a wink.

Ok! Ok! This isn't the best of what I've got. Honestly, I am not feeling the story today. But that doesn't matter, does it? Because right now I need an OC who would help Percy and Annabeth! TELL ME YOUR OC NOW, AND BE A PART OF THE STORY! GOOOOOO AHEAD AND GIVE ME AN OC AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE. PM ME OR REVIEW! Thanks a lot.

stay happy- GoddessOfArchitecture