Hey guys, I'm glad you're all enjoying the story, but the first chapter really is quite bad in some places… So I'm just going to change a few things. If you've read the chapter before, you don't need to read it again to understand the later chapters. It's only so I feel better about the way it's written. I needed to proof read it again :P

Enjoy

It started out a normal dream, or as normal as it ever got. My mother was there, dressed for battle, awe inspiring, by the gates of Olympus. She was standing by a dark haired teenager who was a little taller than me with an athletic build. Athena spoke to him, her amber eyes flashing, the back of his neck flushing. I couldn't see his face.

Athena looked up and noticed me, her daughter, she smiled, then gracefully returned to glaring at the boy in Greek armour, coated in blood and grim, with a ball pen in his hand, which he twirled constantly.

I turned slightly and saw Poseidon standing on the steps of the god's council hall. He wore an amused expression on his face as he watched his son squirm under the gaze of the goddess of wisdom.

A thought then interrupted my dream – Poseidon has no half-mortal son – as the thought faded so did the dream.

Arms folded I glared at Grover through the Iris message. Grover was at Yancey Academy and had somehow managed to barricade himself into the shower rooms so that he could send a message to Camp. As was my luck, I was stuck with the whole 'let's relay the message to Mr D.' I wasn't happy.

'This had better be important, Grover.'

He assured me it was. I nodded, letting him know I was listening, but keeping my arms folded.

'I'll be brief, Annabeth, I promise. Yesterday, the school took our class to a Greek museum in New York. Chiron and another teacher from the school came with us. At lunch, Percy and I sat on the wall of the water fountain, in front of the museum.'

He took a deep breath, something had obviously gone wrong.

'Then Nancy and her gang came over and started to torment us.' He blushed and swallowed again. Poor Grover, he'd never forgiven himself for what happened to Thalia. And now another Demigod Grover was looking after had gotten hurt.

'Percy stood up and ... well; it looked like the water grabbed her and pulled her back into the fountain. I took my eyes of Percy for one second to see if Chiron had noticed, he had, and then I knew what Mrs Dodd's really was. She came over to investigate what had happened. But before that I hadn't realised that she ... she was ... a fury.'

He looked down and his shoulders sank. I froze, I was remembering the last time the furies had chased Grover, the night Thalia had died.

'Is the demigod okay?' I asked in a shaking voice. This Demi-god had to be powerful to have attracted the attention of a fury and its owner.

Before he could answer a door, on Grover's end of the link, slammed shut and footsteps echoed across the painstakingly obvious tiled floor. A fist banged against the shower cubicle Grover was in, and the Iris message wavered.

"Come on, G-man, you can't stay hidden in there all day! And what's with all the water, please say you're trying to flood the place, 'cause if you are, I'll willingly help."

Grover looked at me with eyes that said 'Does that answer your question?'

"I'm coming, Percy."

"Hurry up, Grover; we've got Mrs Dodd's next."

Grover hesitated, then called out; "Percy, there's no one called Mrs Dodd's here."

The boy outside sighed and hit the door again. Grover mouthed, 'See you later' before shutting off the water and waving a hand through the mist. I hugged myself and tried to place the voice I'd heard. It sounded familiar, but at the same time, too young.

Turning, I began walking slowly towards the big house, to inform Mr D of what had happened. I knew he wouldn't be happy about any of this no matter how I told it. The only thing that would make him happy was the lifting of his punishment and to go back to Olympus and call it his home again.

I passed through the cabins to grab my armour and dagger for my class that afternoon before stopping at the Big House. I put out my hand to open the door, but it swung back before I touched it and Luke stepped out.

He was dressed in battle armour with a sword by his side, his bronze coloured hair tousled and messy; his brown eyes warm and trustable. He smiled when he saw me.

'Annabeth, what brings you here?'

'Grover just contacted the camp and I was lucky enough to be the one that had has to relay the message to Mr. D.'

'I'll come with you if you want; I've got an hour before my next class.'

'Sure, if you want.' I blushed and cursed myself. Luke held the door for me, and followed me in. We walked into the house, through to the infirmary where Mr. D stood scowling as Seth gave him a report. There weren't many people in the main part of the infirmary, but I knew there would be more in the single rooms. Seth finished talking and walked away before we reached them towards another camper waiting for him outside a single room.

'Yes?' Mr. D asked grumpily.

'We have a message from Grover.' I told him, he looked at me, eyebrows raised.

"Yesterday they went on a field trip with the school and while they were there a fury disguised as a teacher attacked the Demi-God."

'Well, let's hope he survives then shall we?" Mr. D said sarcastically.

He walked out of the infirmary. I looked at Luke and we turned following the god out. As we did I noticed a strange expression pass over Luke's face. I recognised it, bitterness. Luke, bitter? His scar darkened his face as he walked me back to the training arena, where he muttered his excuses and strode away towards the cabins.

The rest of the month was tense, we were waiting for the storm to hit home. I tried hard to weasel it out of satyrs that were on camp, but the only person who would have given it away eventually was Grover. And he wasn't here.

Three weeks after the last capture the flag, which the Ares cabin had won, thunder rumbled all around as usual and dark clouds filled the sky. Chiron had returned the day before last and was so far unavailable to talk for long. That was Friday morning,

That night I dreamt.

The room or corridor I was standing in was cold, bone chillingly cold, walls lined with bones and dead soldiers of all kinds and ages guarded the side doors. I clutched at the arm beside mine. His hand took mine in his slightly larger one and squeezed it reassuringly, my heart fluttered. I glanced his way and looked at him, not placing him at all. I stared into his eyes. They were a sea green and so, so beautiful, full of concern, worry and sadness. There were butterflies in my stomach as I stared into those eyes. I tore myself away and glanced to my right. I recognised this person. Grover. A sense of relief flooded through me. He was OK. I looked around again with a sudden sense of forbidding and finally realised where the three of us were.

The Underworld.

I sat up so quickly I hit my head against Marians bunk that was above me.

I going to die? I couldn't stay in here!

I slipped a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt on, nicked a pair of shoes left by the door and headed out into the night looking out for any harpies. I was almost to the Big House when the lightening started. I jumped and raced to the front door up the porch steps. I slammed the door behind me and walked into the main room. Chiron was already there.

'Annabeth?' He asked, looking at me, concerned.

'I . . . just.' I seemed silly now that I was in the light warm room.

'You had a dream?' I didn't answer, just looked at him, feeling like an idiot. It was almost mid-night. A clock ticked rhythmically and started to chime. A roar startled us both and sent us running in the direction of Thalia's hill.

Outside we could see more clearly. Two people were standing carrying a third between them. As we watched the split up as the beast charged at them roaring. The beast or Minotaur, I realised charged the smaller person, a boy, he stood his ground and at the last second possible jumped to the side. He turned his head towards the house and then looked back at the Minotaur that the other person was leading down the hill. The figure screamed something. I didn't catch it, rain was pelting down on them, and they were all soaked. The Minotaur grabbed the person as they tried to jump aside as the boy had. She didn't make it; she was lifted by her neck as she struggled. She disappeared in a flash of golden light.

I caught the next shout,

"No!" The boy screamed out, as the Minotaur went down on the body that had been left in a heap on the floor. He pulled off his red rain jacket and waved it at the Minotaur running into his eyeline

He put his back to Thalia's tree. By now most of the campers were struggling out of their cabins and looking on at the scene. The boy waved his jacket getting ready to jump out of the way. But it didn't work like that. The Minotaur charged arms out stretched. I clutched the rail in front of me, my heart in my throat for some reason.

The boy jumped straight upwards using the Minotaur's head to turn himself and caught hold of one of its horns, letting go of his jacket. The Minotaur slammed into the tree. The boy was nearly thrown off and the Minotaur kept shaking its head to get rid of him. The thunder and lightning were faster than ever and illuminated the scene eerily.

When the Minotaur looked back at the lump on the ground, the boy on his neck jerked backwards pulling on the horn, it snapped off and he was flung to the ground not moving. My hands were over my mouth. He sat up slowly and shook his head, like a dog. The Minotaur charged at him. The boy rolled to one side and kneeled, driving the horn into the Minotaur's chest. A roar of agony rolled around the camp as the Minotaur dissolved.

The boy knelt there for a moment shaking visibly. Slowly he stood up, clutching at Thalia's tree for support.

Chiron waved a hand at the campers telling them to go back to their cabins and leave this with him. They did, they knew when to wind Chiron up and when not to.

On the hilltop the boy had scooped up the other, unconscious boy in his arms. He stumbled down the hill croaking, calling for his mother. My heart was in my mouth as I watched him. Chiron was right to send the rest of them away, it wasn't something you wanted to see. Ever. Tears were streaming down my face as he collapsed onto the porch with Grover in his arms.

I recognised his face. It was the boy from my dream. The one with the sea green eyes.

'He's the one. He must be.'

Chiron frowned at me. 'Silence Annabeth, he's still conscious. Bring him inside.'

I did as I was told and began to nurse him back to health with the most care I had ever taken.