I'm not sure if this song works for this chapter, (it sure is gorgeous, though) but I have another song by Dustin O'Halloran for you to listen to while reading this chapter.

The song is called 'Opus 55'. Also, 'We Move Lightly' works well for this chapter, too. Search it on Youtube and type "repeat" before youtube in the URL. If you're still confused, go to the previous chapter for better instructions. I'll also post a link on my profile.

Let it commence.

Annabeth

The Roman kid blindfolded me and took me down a flight of stairs. He never spoke, but jerked me around and roughly shoved me whenever I tripped. I tried to say something biting to him, but I was in complete shock. My mouth wouldn't work, so I walked down the stairs in silence.

I stumbled when I hit the bottom of the stairs, and he grabbed me and pushed me forward to keep me moving. He wound me through a maze of corridors, and the smell was horrible. Or maybe it was just from the blindfold.

My mind was spinning. Why? It was the only thing I could think. Why? Why did it happen? What did I do to be treated like this? The minute I stepped off the boat, some idiot Roman used the butt of their spear to knock me out. The next thing I knew, before I could completely get a look of things, a blindfold was shoved on my face and I was being escorted somewhere.

I remembered one thing. I heard Leo scream that it was a trap before he was choked off. What had he seen? What happened to the others?

The blindfold was yanked off my face and I was shoved inside a dank tunnel.

I fell to my knees, but I scrambled up and grabbed the kid by the shirt before he could leave. The pain forced me out of my shock.

"Where am I?" I hissed, hair falling in my face. "What have you done to them?"

He just stared at me in disgust and pried me off.

"Disgusting Greek," he spat. He pushed me and I fell on my butt.

"What have you done?" I screamed. He didn't even glance back when he walked away.

I leapt to my feet and ran after him, curse words streaming from my mouth.

A hand gently touched my shoulder. I spun around.

It was a boy, probably about a year or two older than me. He had straw colored hair and was sickly thin. His pale, lank face had a look of glee on it.

"Who are you?" I exclaimed.

His stupid grin got even wider and he gave me a mock bow. "My name is Octavian."

"Octavian," I scoffed.

"And you are Annabeth Chase."

I froze. "How do you know my name?"

He shrugged but didn't say anything.

"What do you want?" I asked suspiciously.

"Oh, I don't want anything from you, but you are someone that I need."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said, crossing my arms.

He just looked at me.

"Okay, you know, I'd love to stay and chat, but..."

I turned and took a step away, but suddenly felt a sword point on my back. I stiffened, fists clenching.

"Why leaving so soon?"

I didn't move, extremely aware of the sword about to dig in my skin.

"I'm afraid that you're going to have to stay here awhile until I have further use of you."

"What do you want?" I asked again, fear creeping into my voice.

"I don't want anything from you, but you are someone I need," he repeated. I could hear a smile in his voice.

"Enough with the riddles."

He ignored this. "If you would follow me."

He placed a hand on my shoulder and steered me towards a rusted door. The sword hung limply in his other hand, and I tried hard not to stare at it.

We turned corners and doubled back, and his claw-like hands gripped my shoulder hard.

Soon we arrived at a thick door with two guards flanking the sides. One of the guards opened the door and Octavian ushered me inside and walked in behind me.

Another guard suddenly pounded down down the corridor, panting.

"He's out!"

Octavian flushed an ugly color. "What do you mean, he's out?"

"Uh, that he's escaped?"

Octavian slapped the guy across the mouth. "Then why haven't you stopped him?" he growled.

An idea popped in my head. Making sure he wasn't looking, I checked to see if my hat was still in my pocket.

It was.

I slowly slipped it out, and as fast as I could, smashed it down on my head.

The guard jumped.

"Where'd the chick go?"

Octavian flung himself around, and his eyes swiveled around the seemingly empty cell. I pressed myself inside the corner, making myself as small as possible. He looked absolutely flabbergasted.

"Wh-what?" He rounded on the guard. "Why did you let her escape?"

"I-I didn't. You were yelling at me! You would have seen her leave!"

Octavian sneered and pulled out his sword. "Where'd you go?" he muttered.

He stumbled around, swinging his sword wildly. I had to duck silently several times.

I skirted around him, edging my way towards the door. The guard was standing there, dumbfounded. If I could just-

I kicked a rock.

Octavian jerked around and stared right at me.

"Got you," he murmured.

I gave up on stealth. I ran forward and flung the guard out of the way, who screamed in fright. I pounded down the hallway, not knowing where I was going, Octavian right behind me. I suddenly stopped and pressed myself against a wall. Right when he ran by, I stuck my foot out. He tripped and sprawled on the ground.

He got up and spit hair out of his face, sword pointed out. I tried to muffle my breathing with my hand.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are."

Ha, not likely, I thought.

He suddenly cocked his head, as if listening to someone. Then, without warning, he surged forward, swinging his sword right at me. The blade swiped me across the forehead, and although the cut was extremely shallow, I gasped in pain.

He swung the butt of the sword and got me in the stomach. My breath came out in a whoosh and I sank to the floor, my hat slipping off my head. I flickered into view.

Before he could fully see it, I managed to hide the hat behind my back so I was leaning against it. I then slipped it back in my pocket. He was distracted because he dropped the sword once he hit me with it. Idiot.

He straightened up. "What an impressive vanishing act, Annabeth. I'm afraid your attempts at escape are futile."

Blood fell into my eyes and I tried blinking it out. I didn't say anything.

He crouched down so we were eye level. "A shame to ruin such a pretty face," he said, lifting my head with a finger under my chin. I spat at him.

He recoiled, wiping his hand against his toga. He looked furious.

"Enough of this."

He roughly grabbed my hair and pulled me up. It took all my self-control not to cry out. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

He practically dragged me back to the cell and threw me inside. I fell to my knees, head throbbing in pain, and tried to straighten, but I was still winded.

"You're lucky I didn't damage you any further," Octavian said before leaving. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to meet another prisoner." He swept out of the cell, the door banging shut behind him.

For a little background, the songs that you an listen to while reading are the songs that I listen to while writing the chapter. The mood of the songs really affects how I write and how the chapter turns out.

I already have the song picked out for the next chapter, and I'm really excited!

Also, I realize that this story is much darker compared to Missing. The idea for Forgotten just suddenly hit me, and I knew that it wouldn't be as light-hearted as Missing was.

Please leave me a review and tell me what you think! I want to know how you feel and your opinion on what's happening. Percy and Annabeth separated, the Lethe, Octavian. Let me know!

Until next time!

OKAY BYE.

~littlebitclever