I might kill my computer. Seriously. The computer and everything else. It's being so very dumb. I wrote the first Percabeth chapter, they won by the way, and it deleted because my computer is dumb and decided to restart: /

Anyways, happy thanksgiving!

I'll rewrite the chapter. It was good, too. And cute and captured the sappy essence of sappy Percabeth being sappy perfectly and then it was sent to no-save land and now it's gone forever. I need a hug.

Anyways, New Chapter! This one is special. It's a mystery person! Can you guess who it is? It's also written in second person. Fun(: (not.)

?MYSTERY?

You sit in the meadow admiring the lilies in the pond nearby when a peculiar ship begins to fall out of the sky.

You have been expecting a ship, of course, but not one from the sky. You were told one would come, but not one specified how, or when, or why. You just knew one would come. So, you get up and retrieve seven glasses of water. Refreshments are always hospitable and it shows that you care about their health.

You arrange the glasses in a careful oval on the round tray. You put some cucumber slices and mint leaves in to calm them, as they may be stressed or overworked. This worked for the person you have in your care now, but there is something peculiar about this one.

You are not to tell the guests of the sky she is here. You were told the guests of the sky have much more important things to worry about than the blond girl and her protector you have with you. She is a fiery one with a bad temper, but it's nothing a glass of mint cucumber water can't cure, you've found out.

Her protector said her name is Annabeth. You know her name is Annabeth, of course, you just don't understand why she is with this bunch. You are especially curious as to why she is cooperating as well. But what are you to know? You don't belong to any bunch. You are an outcast, an outsider. You only see things as they come. Though, things haven't come lately. No one has come to see you. You are undesirable. Yes. That must be it.

You smile down at the water. Maybe they will like you. Maybe they will stay.

You bring the water with you and stand on the front porch. The ship was approaching with alarming speed. You are not alarmed though. You are confident that they will not crash into your home. But they do. You are not angry, of course. Your visitors surely didn't mean to do that. They crashed in the water, which was lucky. It only made the waves come a bit faster and stronger, but they calmed, but only after they demolished your sandcastles. But that's okay. You can rebuild them. You have time.

Your visitors swim ashore. They do not look clean. They look frazzled and unsure of you. But that is okay. You can surely win them over.

"Hello," You greet politely. The person leading them is a blond boy. He has a scar on his lip and a wary expression. You offer him a glass of water. He takes one and has a sip. He seems to like it so he takes another. You offer one to the rest that same off of the boat, but you end up with one extra. This confuses you because you were told you would meet seven of them. You set the tray down on the porch.

You notice they are an interesting bunch. The blond one seems much sterner than the others. The others seem tired and sad. You are not sure, but you take notice of two of them in particular. One of them is a girl. She looks to be Native American. Cherokee, you think, but that is not why you notice her. She seems to remind you of someone. A certain someone you have in one of the cottages around you. You decide not to say anything. If she knows she is here, the girl will find her. And if the girl wants to be found, she will make herself apparent. If not, she will make herself scarce.

The second one is a boy. He is Hispanic and has a grease stain on his cheek. He is very cute you notice, but surely he must be with someone else. Why would he stay with you? They never do.

"Hi," The blond boy greeted warily. He has spent too much time around dishonest people. You tell them your name in hope to show that you mean peace.

"Well, this is Piper, Hazel, Frank, and Leo." The Hispanic's boy name is Leo. And the other girls' name is Piper. This Piper is the one Annabeth talks to. You wonder briefly how that happens, but you are distracted by the boy Leo. He is very cute. Surely, he must have someone he loves. But, he seems infatuated with you, so you blush.

"Oh, don't mind him," Piper says. "He falls in love with every pretty girl he sees." This makes you blush. He thinks you pretty.

"Well, I am honored you think I am pretty," You say, blushing some more. This causes him to blush too.

"Are you demigods?" You ask them. They tense immediately, and this makes you laugh.

"Oh, I mean you no harm. I am simply curious. Honest," You say with a smile. Leo believes you at once, but the problem is convincing the blond one. The Piper girl believes you as well, but only after thinking for a moment. You notice the odd expression on her face as she considers. You decided it is as if someone is telling her something. It makes you even more curious about the predicament and wonder what you have gotten yourself into. But, your thoughts are interrupted by Frank asking you a question.

"Where are we?" So, you answer him and he nods as he looks at Hazel for reassurement. She shrugs her shoulders. You notice they are together and clearly have feelings for each other. You wonder if they like you. If any of them like you or if any of them will stay. You hope the Hispanic boy will. You have taken an interest on him and he seems to have taken one in you.

"Would you like a tour?" You offer. They nod and you lead them to the forest. You hope they like your home. You hope they like you.

So who do you guys think it is? Make sure you check for the Percabeth one-shots! It's called 'Of All The Moments". I hope you like it! Make sure you review and tell me who you think it is!