Hello! I believe that Sunday will be the day that I update (Set in stone days. I can still update during the week). Sundays are my easy days because I don't do anything on them, so that means I can write. I just had my first week of school, and I had fun. I think AP Psychology will be my favorite class. It's just so interesting!

Leaving the topic of school behind, this is just a shorty-short chapter. I need to get my brain flowing with creativity since I haven't written in over a week.

Anywho, I'll just let you read the chapter now.

Let it commence.

Percy

It took all of my self control to not storm over to Hypnos and wrench Annabeth from his grasp. He was holding her tightly on the shoulders, and her mouth gaped open. Her face was pale as she stared deeply into his eyes. She let out a small moan, and then he let go of her. She collapsed to the ground.

"What did you do to her?" I yelled, staring at him. My hand jumped instinctively to my pocket.

"What you want me to do. Do you not want her to regain her memories?" Hypnos said.

"I—"

"Hmm, I thought so."

I bit my lip, looking at Annabeth lying on the ground. Her hair was in her face, but she seemed peaceful.

"How…how does it work?" I asked finally.

Hypnos looked surprised. "What?"

"How does it work?" I repeated.

"You're curious as how to…?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah? I want to know what I'm getting myself into."

He scowled at me, realizing what I was getting at. "What is it that Dionysus says all the time? 'Whatever'? Yes, well, whatever, Percy Jackson. It's simple. All of the most influential and important memories are returning to her one at a time. The rest just comes with it naturally. She's currently viewing them in her head, and when she reaches the point where she had her last memory before the loss, she'll regain consciousness."

"Oh."

"Again, whatever."

After looking at my sword and considering whether it needed polishing or not—and avoiding Hypnos's gaze—I sat down and leaned against Mrs. O'Leary. She was still sleeping, and her snoring vibrated my body. An awkward silence settled over the cave. I took the flashlight and flicked it on and off.

"Oh, dear," Hypnos said suddenly.

"What?" I exclaimed, at Annabeth's side in a second.

"The process is almost complete, and she's hitting the…ah, touchier memories."

"Touchier?"

Annabeth stirred.

"She's regaining consciousness."

"I can see that."

"You might want to look out."

"What?"

A fist connected with my face, and I reeled back, shocked.

"Perseus Jackson!" a shrill voice shrieked.

"Annabeth?"

My vision cleared just in time to see her storm over to me, her face livid.

"How—how dare you! I can't…you…UGH!" she screamed in my face, and it looked like she was about to cry. She pushed me down.

I didn't even know what to say as I skidded on the ground and thumped against Mrs. O'Leary.

"I cannot believe you would ever do something like this to me? And you expect me to come crawling back to you? Not a chance!"

She unsheathed her knife, and I dove behind my dog, using her as a shield.

"I don't even know what I did!" I yelled in defense.

"Oh-ho! Allow me to give those memories back to you!" Annabeth snarled.

Before Annabeth could have moved, Hypnos walked calmly up to her and touched the back of her neck. She fell to the ground and slumped against Mrs. O'Leary's back, her knife clattering on the stone floor. I grabbed it so she couldn't use it on me when she woke up again.

I stared at Annabeth. All I could think of was What the heck?

"What the heck?" I yelped.

"I should have seen that coming," Hypnos said. "Perhaps I should have done you first. Then you could have explained."

"Explain what?"

Hypnos sighed, looking at Annabeth, ignoring my question. "I believe it's your turn."

"Whoa, wait a second," I said, walking around Mrs. O'Leary and gingerly avoiding Annabeth. "How about you do the explaining and let me know what's going on here."

"Or I could just show you," Hypnos said.

I stood frozen to the spot as Hypnos's eyes got steadily bigger and bigger. My knees felt weak, and I struggled to tear my gaze away from his eyes. They soon became large black pits, and I was swallowed in the darkness.

It's official. I love Hypnos. I know I've said this many times, but I can seriously see me and this guy getting along swimmingly. He's just so cool.

I didn't really feel like myself when I was writing. I just didn't connect to this chapter like I normally do to the others. Oh well.

Haha, Annabeth has gone crazy! Will she be able to listen to Percy explain himself when he gets his memories back? And what are the visions that Percy will see when he gets his memories back? Tune in next time to find out!

Also, I would like to make a fanfiction recommendation. I was browsing, looking for a good story, and I found a freaking series and a series to the series. And they're incredible. I could not stop reading them, and the way this guy writes is so good.

The author's name is Project Phoenix Agent 003. The first of the series that he writes is called Percy Jackson and the Prison of the Gods.

Actually, I'll just post the titles of the series and whatever. It'll be easier.

SERIES ONE:

Percy Jackson and the Prison of the Gods
Percy Jackson and the Wrath of the Mortals
Nico di Angelo and the Great Resurrection

SERIES TWO:

Jacob Jackson and the Sins of the Fathers
Jacob Jackson and the Shame of Olympus
Jacob Jackson and the Colors of War

He's currently writing the Colors of War, and I can't wait for the next chapter to come out. I read the series in like, two or three days. THEY'RE SO GOOD. I seriously recommend these series. Go read them. Like, now.

Okay, now that THAT'S over with, I think this author's note is long enough.

OKAY BYE.