You have been living at camp half-blood for basically your whole life. You never went home after summer, because you didn't have a home to go back to. Your mother went crazy, you somewhat related to luke in that way. But it got so bad, she passed when you were young. So your father, Dionysus (Mr D) brought you to the camp he runs.

At the age of 8 years old, Annabeth and Luke showed up to camp. Luke was older, and Annabeth was your age. It didn't take long for her to be claimed by Athena. You and Annabeth became really good friends. She's the closest person to you, knowing everything from your clothes size, to your freckles on your back.

It's been years now, Percys at camp, so is everyone. Right now, you're in your cabin. The unspoken words between you and Annabeth is strong. Percy, Will, Piper and Leo are hanging around. No one knows the truth between you and Annabeth, the bubbling relationship behind closed doors. Well, maybe Grover does. But he's usually quiet about it.

"Alright, time for you all to go."

Annabeth gestures to the door of your cabin where everyone leaves without a second word. Leaving you and her alone, once again, in the usual comfort of eachother. But the look in her face was serious, and almost upset.