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Sorry I haven't updated in a long times, high school is very difficult- I have also been busy reading some other amazing fanfics (most of which are written by Anaklusmos14 who is a brilliant author)

Percy couldn't think of a time when he was more upset. After hearing about the large feud that the Romans and Greeks have been in for so long, he expected all of the kids from Camp Half-Blood to be on their best behavior. But only hours after the battle in Camp Jupiter there were shots fired from the Argo II cannons onto the Roman camp, and thus the peace between the two camps that had only lasted a short while was broken. Percy was grabbed by the arm by whom he presumed was Thalia, judging by her soft hands and firm grip. She pushed him toward the ladder connected to the flying ship and then gave one last squeeze on Percy's arm as a fare well to go back for her hunters. He was soon climbing the rope ladder with a great nauseous dizzy feeling entangling his insides.

Percy immediately ran to the edge railing of the ship and vomited the remainder of the feast food out. He could not stand being this high in the sky; the wind that pounded against his face made his stomach tie itself in knots. Who would attack the Romans? He thought as he sent another wave of throw-up over the board. Why would they do that to us? We were doing so well… Percy wiped his arm against his mouth to try and clean his face off as he slid down to a sitting position. Once sitting Percy found that some of the vertigo he was feeling subsided.

"Percy?" A soft voice asked. The son of Poseidon had been so caught up in his thoughts and trying not to be sick that he didn't notice the approach of someone. "Are you ok?" Percy recognized the voice as Nico's. His cousin had never seen Percy in such a vulnerable state. Percy was always the happy and enlightening person of their duo, not the sad boy with throw up on his face curled up in a ball. Percy nodded in response to the question, he was starting to get used to the feeling of being in one of his uncle's domains. "Come on, we have to get this mess sorted out." Nico stated after a while, he as well was a little shaken up by being in the sky, but at least he wasn't alone. Nico pulled Percy up to his feet and gazed at his cousin for a while. The son of Hades pulled the sleeve of his aviators jacket down a little and wiped his cousins face some more, removing the last bits of vomit. "Now listen to me Percy. You are the strongest person I know so right now you have to pull yourself together. We have bigger things to worry about now."

He's right. Percy thought as his shaky knees stopped wobbling so much. He had a sudden surge of anger run through him. "Who was it?" He asked. "Who was the idiot who attacked the Romans?" Percy's voice was raised and the other people on deck started looking over at the yelling teen and Nico soon walked in the direction of the shadows to get away from the attention that Percy was drawing. Percy walked forward toward the light figures he saw through the darkness, he was getting quite used to navigating around whilst being blind (having the aid of seeing shadowy forms that have water in them helped). He angled his face to where he assumed the head of the nearest figure was. "Was it you? Were you the one who fired those cannons?" No one responded, but the soft rustling between three of the shadowy forms drew Percy's attention. The middle figure was being restrained by the other two; the one being restrained was a guy who kept mumbling under his breath.

"Destroy them…Destroy them all…"

Percy could not control his anger and found himself charging the form in the middle and tackling him to the ground. The guy that Percy tackled down knocked his head hard against the deck hard and his eyes rolled up so that only the whites were showing. Percy still had a firm grip on him when he was pulled back by a couple pairs of arms. The son of Poseidon was caught up in his angry fit that he didn't realize himself activating his water abilities, the water in the air pulled together and clouds were starting to surround the Argo II.

"Oh my gods! Leo!" Someone shouted. So the attacker's name is Leo, Percy thought as he fought to get the arms off of him.

"Get off of me." He yelled at them; starting calming down.

"Just calm down Percy. He's not the bad guy!" Percy recognized this voice as Jason's.

"What are you talking about? He's trying to get us all killed. He attacked the Romans." Percy was starting to think that maybe all of the Greeks were hostile towards the Romans. Maybe the feud between camps can never be mended.

"Leo is under some spell, he's not himself. He's knocked out now anyway so just calm down!" Percy relaxed and stopped fighting against the others. He looked at the still, shadowy figure in front of him and then up at the faces surrounding him. He could feel the atmosphere getting more and more uncomfortable as he stood there gazing at the figures. All of the people on deck gave the usual look of pity to the disabled demigod. This time however, the pity was mixed with a bit of fear. No one could have ever guessed how strong the son of Poseidon could have gotten, his ability to manipulate water has grown. Percy's eyes were as emotionless as ever but the aura around him has become more apparent to everyone, especially with his little demonstration earlier with condensing clouds.

"Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away." Percy said sheepishly, his voice immediately broke the still scene and the half bloods aboard the ship regretted their thoughts. How could they think that this happy teen could be a threat? His voice, even when embarrassed, lightened the mood so easily. It was a big contrast in comparison with the infuriated tone he used previously when trying to get to Leo. This teen sure had persuasion over the mood of the ship.

"You got that right Prissy."

"Do you really have to keep calling me that? We aren't twelve anymore Clarisse." Percy gave a slight smirk and shook his head. "Who's driving this thing anyway?" Percy gestured to the huge flying war ship they were on.

"Well usually it's Leo, but since he's a little occupied at the moment, Annabeth took over." Jason responded while helping Frank pick Leo off the ground and started dragging him below deck.

"Annabeth…" Percy spaced out for a moment. What would he say to her? It's not like they left on the best note. He would have to talk to her later on, or maybe she doesn't want to talk to him. I wonder what she looks like now? He thought as his mind wondered, no matter how hard he thought he couldn't get a grasp at what she looked like. She had blond hair and gray eyes... He kept trying to put her face together in his mind to no prevail. All the mushed up features that he thought she had, made one blob of character that he was sure couldn't be the Annabeth that he remembered. She was pretty wasn't she? Nothing seemed right anymore, all the memories that he had of her still weren't enough to put her together.

"Percy?" The girl that he met earlier, Hazel, broke his train of thought. "Maybe you should go and get some rest, you look a little tired."

A drowsy son of Poseidon awoke from his mid afternoon nap in confusion. He had no idea on where he was. He knew he was on a bed, and that the walls next to him were wooden, but other than that he couldn't remember where he was. A sudden lurch from the ship and he suddenly became aware of the memories of boarding the ship only hours prior. Where is everyone else? He pondered, he must have been so exhausted earlier that he didn't pay attention to the route that he was taken to get to the room that he was in now. Usually Percy put a lot of effort in accurately counting the amount of steps he would take until turning corners and what not, but he hadn't the slightest clue as to which direction he should go to get to his friends and cousin.

Percy stumbled towards the door and opened it cautiously. He poked his head outside and strained his ears for any sign of people talking, anything that would notify him of which way to go. Unfortunately for the son of Poseidon, the creaking of wood and metal was all that could be heard. Percy placed the tips of his fingers on his right hand on the wall next to him and started walking down the hall. His fingers felt every crease in the wood as well as each door that he passed; which he would open and see if someone was in it each time he passed one. Whose great idea was it to not tell me where to go and where everything was? Percy thought bitterly as he hit his leg into a cabinet.

Percy Spun around immediately to the sound of footsteps on the floorboards behind him. A thin figure stood before him in a very still manor.

"Percy?" Darn it… Percy didn't know what else to think. The one person he did not want to be near at the moment, besides maybe Leo who he was still peeved with, had to be the one who he came across. "What are you doing here? I thought you went to sleep- at least that's what Hazel said." Her voice was as intelligent sounding as ever, and the fierce tone was still intimidating as it used to be, even if she wasn't trying to sound that way.

"I was just, you know, taking an evening stroll…" Percy almost face-palmed himself right then. How could he be so stupid as to say something like that? And evening stroll? He might as well have said he was going out to a slumber party to get his nails painted. "And what, uh, brings you down here?"

"Leo just woke up and said he could take over the job as captain again. I was just going to go to bed a little early." Annabeth yawned and looked at the young man in front of her. He had grown a lot since the last time they saw each other. He was significantly taller, and his skin seemed to be tanner as if he had spent most of his days outside. Besides that and the fact that his eyes weren't the old sea green that they had been when they were kids, Annabeth's seaweed-brain looked like he had when they went to camp together. "Unless you maybe want me to show you around or something." Annabeth couldn't believe herself; she was stammering all because Percy was next to her. Her mother would be disappointed.

"Well you seem tired, I don't want-"

"I insist, I'm not really tired anyway. I probably would've stayed awake for hours regaurdless." Annabeth was almost glad that he couldn't see at the moment since her cheeks were reddening more than they should have. Annabeth shook her head. It's just Percy, he doesn't even like me. She thought to herself as she strutted over to Percy. "What are you waiting for? I don't have all day seaw-er-Percy".

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