AN: Here's the next chapter. I am taking a writing class in school, so my writing will be better than in previous chapters. I have discovered the gloriousness of semicolons! Hope you like it.

Annabeth had been minding her own business painting and climbing, when she heard a loud whinny in the distance and wished she could see what it was; but she was stuck in her tower. Annabeth was about to get ready for lunch, when she heard someone climbing her tower. He grunted and strained as if he was carrying something. Annabeth backed up against the kitchen counter and grasped the first thing that came to her hands: a frying pan. She hid in the shadows, waiting for the intruder to come so she can clobber him one. The intruder scrambled into the tower through the window, and opened his satchel. He had black hair, sea green eyes, and tanned skin. He was about six feet tall. Annabeth saw her chance to get him, as his back was turned.

"Ahhh, alone at last." The intruder said just before Annabeth whacked him over the head with her frying pan. He collapsed with a slight groan. Annabeth let out a squeal and hid behind her large mirror.

Annabeth peeped out from behind the mirror and slowly approached the intruder, holding out her frying pan. Pascal was perched on her shoulder eyeing the intruder suspiciously. Annabeth looked at the intruder with fear and curiosity. Pascal flew down and pointed to the intruders teeth, making fangs with his beak. Annabeth pried open the intruder's mouth, exposing his teeth, but only seeing rounded teeth just like her own. She looked him up and down, all fear gone, replaced by curiosity.

Just then the intruder opened his eyes and looked around. Annabeth squealed and pounded him on the head with her pan again. He grunted and was unconscious again. Annabeth looked at him and wondered how she would hide him until she could show her mother that she could take care of herself. She decided her closet would be best. She tried about six or seven times to get him in, but he kept falling out. She finally got him in and pushed a chair under the handles to lock him in, just in case.

"Okay, I've got a person in my closet." Annabeth said backing up and sighing, "I've got a person in my closet. Too weak to handle myself mother, well, tell that to my frying pan." Annabeth said into her mirror. Just then, the light from her window reflected off something and into her eyes, making her blink. It was coming from the satchel that her intruder had been carrying. She picked it up; it was a beautiful crown.

Annabeth looked at it for a bit, then put it on her wrist like a bracelet and showed Pascal. The little owl shook his head, and Annabeth looked through it like a magnifying glass. Again, Pascal shook his head and Annabeth turned back to the mirror. She placed it gently on her head, and looked herself up and down. She looked beautiful. Pascal looked shocked, then shook his head again.

"Annabeth, let down your hair!" Mother Hera called from the base of the tower. Annabeth snapped out of her daze and hurriedly hid the satchel and the crown in a pot, then went to bring her mother up.

"Coming mother!"

"I have a big surprise!" Hera called as she was hauled up.

"Uh, I do too."

"Oh, I bet mine is bigger!"

"I seriously doubt it." Annabeth said to herself as Hera sat herself on the window sill.

"I brought back parsnips. I'm going to make hazelnut soup for dinner. Your favourite, surprise!" Hera said swinging her feet inside the tower.

"Well, mother, there's something I want to tell you." Annabeth started to say, but Hera interrupted,

"Oh, Annabeth, you know how I hate leaving you after a fight; especially when I've done absolutely nothing wrong."

"Okay, I've been thinking a lot about what you said earlier."

"I hope you're still not talking about the stars."

"Before you answer, yes, I'm leading up to that." Annabeth moved closer to her closet to reveal the intruder she had caught.

"Because I really thought we had dropped the issue sweetheart." Hera said, a warning in her voice.

"No mother, I'm just saying, you think I'm not strong enough to handle myself out there." Annabeth inched closer to her closet.

"Oh darling, I know you're not strong enough to handle yourself out there."

"But if you just-"

"Annabeth, we are done talking about this."

"But trust me, I-"

"Annabeth-"

"I know that I'm-"

"Annabeth-"

"Oh come on-"

"Enough with the lights Annabeth! You are not leaving this tower! Ever!" Hera shouted. Annabeth flinched, her hand resting on the back of the chair, wedged under her closet door handles. "Oh great, now I'm the bad guy." Hera sat down in her chair, a hand on her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

"All I was going to say mother, is, I know what I want for my birthday now."Annabeth said.

"And what is that?"

"New paint. That paint made from the white shells you once bought me." Annabeth suggested.

"Well that is a very long journey Annabeth; almost three days time." Hera said, still angry.

"I just thought it was a better idea than the stars." Annabeth said feigning meekness. Hera sighed but conceded to go. She pulled on her cloak as Annabeth gathered some food for her.

"You're sure you'll be alright on your own?" Hera asked as she was about to go down.

"I know I'm safe as long as I'm here."

"I'll be back in three days time."

"I love you very much dear."

"I love you more."

"I love you most." Annabeth lowered her mother down the side of the tower, and the minute she was out of sight, Annabeth ran to try and convince the intruder to bring her to the lights while her mother was gone.

AN: there it is! so, most of the rest will be from a general POV, because Percy and Annabeth are together.