SoulHorse: Hello demigods! Welcome to another chapter of Twelve Trials of Freedom! This chapter was written by one of our good friends, who told us to put her on here as The Walking Talking Library, because she reads a lot. I added some stuff too…so yeah. She also wrote the disclaimer below…

Disclaimer:

I don't freaking own PJO or HoO or pretty much anything in this chapter. SoulHorse and I only own the plot and OCs. Plus if I owned PJO or HoO, I wouldn't make Caleo so mushy. It was like Rick Riordan watched gushy, romantic movies while he wrote BoO. Seriously.

And that's TWTL's sense of humor/sarcasm for you! Oh yeah, you know how it says that every 3 years, men would get a chance at freedom? We kinda messed up on details, so please ignore that, if you actually did the math. Now, on with the story!

Seven years later…

April 23, 3032

Third person's POV

Seventeen year old Percy Jackson woke up to the icy cold water of the Aegean Sea. He blinked and saw the other laundry boy, George What's-his-last-name, standing above him with a steel gray bucket, which was now, empty of water. That was brutal. Just…brutal.

The eighteen year old boy holding the empty bucket scowled at him. "Get up. You're late."

Percy groaned and forced himself to get up from the woodpile bunk he had made himself. After leaving Cyprus, he had traveled to Thebes. Percy stayed for 7 months, and then had to depart for Crete, where he had been ever since. Percy got up and put on his ragged clothes. It was going to be another horrible day. He sluggishly moved his tired, aching body around the palace of Queen Marie Levesque and her daughter Hazel. As Percy collected the laundry, he thought of the next day, April 24. His chance at freedom.

As Percy worked at the laundry collecting, his eardrums almost exploded. It was the fanfare and announcer dude, who announced important stuff. What was his name? Ollie? No wait, that was the monkey. Obis? Nope, the elephant. Joe? Stable boy. Bob? The dude from Bob the Builder? Nah. No wait, it was-

"ORION! SHUT THE F*** UP!" screamed George.

Orion didn't seem to hear.

He announced, "The princess of the high royal family, heir to the throne, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, princess of America, Greece, Rome, and all the world, is arriving in 10 minutes!"

The servants went into frenzy. No one expected the heir to the throne, Annabeth Chase, coming to the island of Crete! Percy was, well, astonished. Why would the next ruler of the world come to the little island of Crete? While Percy was thinking, George grabbed Percy and hauled him to the servant headquarters.

Percy complained, "What in all gods of Olympus was that for?"

George didn't listen. Instead, he tossed him a black and white butler outfit.

"Get dressed. We have to look nice for Princess Annabeth. Head's orders." George ordered.

Percy groaned as he slid into the spotless butler suit. After dressing, he turned and ran down the hallways, running faster than a speeding bullet. He grabbed all the laundry in the palace in less than 10 minutes and took 5 minutes speeding down the halls to the laundry room. She dumped all the laundry down to the washing boy, who threw it in the washing machine.

As Percy ran down to his rooms, he heard the trumpets, the fanfare, the announcing, and all that stuff, blast from the entrance to the palace. Crap, Percy thought. She's here. He ran down the hallways, and slammed into someone.

"Hey! Watch it!" someone yelped

Percy blinked. He looked at the face in front of him. Percy expected one of the servants, but instead, he saw the face of a curly blonde haired, gray eyed girl. She wore a black and white gown, with a white hat and apron and a small patch on the arm. These clothes were unlike Queen Marie's maid clothes. Weird. But Percy didn't exactly notice and didn't really care.

Percy said, "Sorry. I really am. I gotta run. Bye!"

He took off down the halls, leaving the blonde haired, gray eyed girl in the hallway, with a shocked look on her face.

Percy took off down the halls and headed toward the grand front entrance, where he met with George.

"Did I miss her?" Percy questioned, as a lot of people were leaving the halls.

George rolled his eyes.

"No stupid. Didn't you hear? The princess has gone missing after she arrived in the palace's front doorstep. Everyone's searching."

Percy demanded, "How'd she get away? Isn't the princess always guarded by guards and stuff?"

George replied, "Apparently, she's smart. Princess Annabeth somehow managed to drug her guards' wine sacks, the one they carry in their pockets and drink out of, with a 10 minute sleeping potion, along with shoving a piece of a sleeping apple into the footman's mouth, who was in the back of the carriage, somehow grabbed spare servant clothes from her palace, and jumped off the carriage, with the driver thinking she was still inside. Now, everyone's looking for a girl with curly blonde hair, the royal family's gray eyes, and a black and white maid gown with a patch of an owl and olive branch on the right arm sleeve."

Percy's eyes widened as he recalled he girl he ran into a couple minutes ago. She wore black and white. She had a patch on her right arm sleeve. She had curly blonde hair. And she had the royal family's trademark gray eyes. The girl he had run into was none other than Princess Annabeth Chase, heir to the highest throne in the world.

SoulHorse: This is the end of TWTL's chapter, but I was feeling nice and added a few more lines...

Percy turned to George with wide eyes.

"Wait, gray eyes, blonde curly hair, black and white clothes, and a patch on the right arm?" Percy questioned.

"Duh. That's what I just said." George said, rolling his eyes.

"Then…I think I just saw th-th-the…"

"The what?" George pressed.

"The princess."

SoulHorse: And done! How'd you like? How do you think George is gonna deal with this plot-twisting-not-really event? Kinda obvious. RRFF please! AND VOTE ON MY POLL! So, I'm gonna give recaps on this story.

Recap:

Percy now works for Hazel Levesque's family in Crete.

Orion is the palace announcer! Big whoop.

Percy works as a laundry boy.

Annabeth arrives at Crete and secretly sneaks away from her guards.

Percy literally runs into Annabeth as he heads down to the entrance where she supposedly arrives.

Percy has no idea he ran into Annabeth.

At the end though, he recalls running into her and reveals it to George.

Not much has happened. Yet.

Message to AprilSpirit: Hey, if you're reading this, UPDATE for me! I have homework…oh wait…you probably do too. Unless you're on break. Or being lazy like always.

-Yours in demigoddishness, SoulHorse