Hi everyone! Thank you so much for all the reviews! We've almost made it to chapter 80, which is shocking to me, not to sure about all you. My poll is still up, in case anyone feels like voting all of a sudden. A sudden change of heart or something. I'm in a really good mood this chapter, so there shouldn't be too much heavy stuff. I think I'm some with most of the heavy stuff for now, the things I had planned out as dark. So now we move into the gray. Anything can happen now! :) Get excited! I own nothing but please do enjoy the chapter!

PS: This chapter goes out to noor2239. Thanks so much for the review! That played a big part in my good mood!

PPS: sorry it's a shorter chapter again. Two of my friends had really bad problems that I needed to help with. Sorry i had less time.

Nico's POV (no more Nico/Annabgh POVs, okay? Don't ask, cause I will say no)

RECAP (chapter 67)

"Annabeth, come on! I'm tired of this! It's boring and exhausting, and I have stomach cramps! Annabeth!" I whined, pulling on her sleeve like a five year old that has to use the bathroom. Speaking of which... "Annabeth! I need to use the bathroom! Come on, let's take a break!"

Annabeth sighed through her nose in a large huff. "Are you serious?"

Not realizing that this was a rhetorical question, I nodded my head.

Annabeth sighed again. "Didn't we just pass a bathroom?"

I shrugged.

Again with the sigh. "Yes we did. And I asked you if you had to go. You said no. We walked past it."

"Ok..."

Sigh. "Why didn't you go then?"

I looked at her incredulously before moaning, "I didn't have to go then! Come on Annabeth, have a heart! Let a poor wittle boy use the bathroom!"

"Fine! Just go," Annabeth said, defeated

I ran off to use the bathroom we had passed. It turns out, maybe I should've held it a little longer, because that would be the last time I saw Annabeth for a long time.

NOW

I tried to ignore the call of Mother Nature as I hurried down the hallways to find the little boys' room. Finally, I couldn't take it. Abandoning my search for a potty, I froze in the middle of the hallway. Pivoting on my toes and spinning 180, I looked for a potted plant. There, in the corner. I sprinted over to it, and did my business in the dirt.

Carefully hiding my tracks, I made sure my fly was closed before walking away. As I was walking down the hall, I heard a girl scream.

Annabeth.

My feet picked up speed as I raced down the hall to where I had last seen the daughter of wisdom. Then it dawned on me that I was lost. That's why j couldn't even find the bathroom in the first place.

"Dang it!" I cursed. Of course, I used other language, but that's not all that appropriate so 'dang' is a better term.

I stopped for a moment in the random hallway I had ran into, and took a breather against the wall. How am I gonna save Annabeth?

All of a sudden, I started to glow. My body felt like it was burning, then j slowly started to disappear. Maybe this is what happened to Annabeth. This would be a good reason to scream.

After a minute, I disappeared completely. How am I supposed to save Annabeth when I couldnt even save myself?

Thalia's POV

Too late did I realize my mistake. When I thought I was killing Wrath, I was actually killing Percy. Sobbing into my hands, I looked away from everyone. This is all my fault, and I didn't want any more cold, wet glares.

A weak hand plopped onto my leg and I looked up. My eyes met his, and i scooted closer, apologizing for how i was killing him. I couldn't take it anymore. The guilt, the pain, it just spilled out of me. I didn't expect him to deny it.

"Peter," he whispered. I must've looked lost, because he explained further. "I'm Percy's best friend and brother. I'm (cough cough cough) Peter."

I nodded, immediately relieved. Then I felt guilty. Just because I didn't know Peter doesn't mean that I should want him to die.

Soon, the green eyes belonging to Peter closed for good and the hand on my leg became limp. It brought a new wave of sobs across my small group of females, Anne running off to cry in the corner, Artemis averting her eyes, and I leaning closer and hugging him.

Even if I know that the heart will start beating again as soon as someone else gets in charge of the body, since that's the way the knife works, it didn't stop me from wrapping my arms around the cold body.

As I pressed my ear against the clammy chest, I felt something move. Again, and again, and again. Heart beats. Someone took control.

But who?

I don't know, but I do know that I won't risk it with the knife anymore. This time, I'd see who it is first, then strangle them. Seems like a fool proof plan, right?