I don't know how many months it's been since I last updated (I lost track), but here's your latest chapter. Hopefully this will sate y'all until I get around to making the next chapter. Also, how many of you read/are reading The Trials Of Apollo and Magnus Chase and the Gods Of Asgard? My (public and school) library doesn't have TOA or The Hammer Of Thor in stock yet, and I really don't want to download it on ebook. *sigh* Now I gotta wait to read it, and by that time everyone else would've already read it and fangirled over it, while I have to fangirl by myself. Now I feel sad. :'(

Anyways, thanks in advance for reading this.

Disclaimer: Unless Rick Riordan spends his free time browsing fanfics and doing math homework, I am fairely certain I am not him. (This is a fanfic website , why do I need a disclaimer? It's obvious this franchise doesn't belong to me.)

Annabeth hurried down Half-Blood Hill with Will at her heels, worried. At the foot of the hill was her half-brother, Matthew, wearing a concerned expression on his face. His hands were shaking slightly (with nervousness or excitement, Annabeth couldn't tell) as he held on to a thick leather-bound book.

"What happened?" She asked when she reached him. She couldn't remember a single moment where Matthew had screamed as loud as he did. It simultaneously worried and amazed her.

"Camp- Chiron had- they are here and-" He stumbled over his words as if he didn't know where to start. "Just come to the pavilion! You too, Will."

Hurrying over to the pavilion filled Annabeth with a kind of dread that she hadn't felt ever before. The entire day was strange enough considering Percy's transformation, but being called to the pavilion under such cryptic means made a cold sweat start to break out on her forehead. Who knew what would happen? Maybe the camp found out that Percy was missing? Or, even worse, what if Luke had launched a full-scale attack in the middle of camp when Percy wasn't there? Annabeth couldn't help but have a mini panic attack at the thought.

Arriving there, Annabeth saw something far worse. Campers gathered around two tall- one of them slightly growing- figures, fearfully. One had a golden tan and the kind of blonde hair you'd see someone from California have (although Annabeth realized that she was also one of those people), and a bright smile. The other one was more subdued, with dark hair sprinkled with gray and the kind of eyes that made her check the pockets of her jeans to see if her phone was still there. They were, but that didn't make her feel any less unruffled. Something about them seemed unusually familiar...

Annabeth's unasked question was answered when the taller of the two noticed her coming and broke out into a wide grin. "Annabeth! Great to see ya!"

Oh, gods no.

Will, who was right behind her, froze. "D-dad!?" He exclaimed in disbelief.

Apollo's glowing eyes landed on Will. "Will, it's been a while! How's life- wait, don't tell me." There was a strange twinkle in his eyes when he leaned over slightly and whispered conspiratorially, "I think I already know water thinking!"

Annabeth felt like there was a bad pun somewhere in there. Will probably did as well, because his face brightened a few shades, and he spluttered, "D-dad, that's uncool and lame!"

The second god, who could only have been Hermes, chuckled. "That's what I told him, but right now he's a little too obsessed with water puns." He smiled slyly. "And I think we all know why."

Before Annabeth had the chance to say anything- even if she had the chance, what would she say to that?- Chiron burst through the crowd of campers, his paling face worrying Annabeth more than it should. He bowed his head at them, which reminded Annabeth that she should've done something that resembled respect also. Maybe she'd been spending way too much time around Percy, a.k.a Mr. All-The-Gods-Want-To-Kill-Me-But-I-Don't-Care.

"My lords!" He exclaimed. "I'm not saying it's not a pleasure to have you two here, but to what do we owe this pleasure?"

Hermes elbowed Apollo, who glared at him and elbowed back. They continued this back and forth until Annabeth coughed impatiently. They instantly straightened up and smiled sheepishly at her. "Haha, it's been awhile since I've been here," Apollo grinned. "I believe it's been about two years? I remember almost burning down some of the northeast."

Hermes snickered. "Last time I've been here, I lent a demigod my first season thermos from Hercules Bust Heads and never got it back."

Annabeth suddenly got a bad feeling about this.

Apollo stuck his thumbs through the belt loops on his jeans, and groaned. "You're still complaining about that? All I hear these days are; this demigod took this, this demigod forgot to give me back this, this demi-"

"But that brings me to my point," Hermes said through gritted teeth, elbowing Apollo in the gut. He didn't even flinch. "It turns out that that same demigod is having some problems that caught our attention."

Frenzied murmurs began, everyone having a clue as to who he was talking about. There was only one demigod that had recently had problems, and that same demigod had problems that caught the attention of the gods a lot.

"He's obviously talking about Percy..."

"But isn't he sick?"

"I heard he fainted when he came back from their last quest..."

"You think maybe he's..."

Oh Percy, Annabeth thought, dismayed. This is the opposite of what we wanted.

Hermes looked serious as he gazed at Chiron. "We need to have a talk about Perseus Jackson, Chiron."

Chiron looked as if he expected it. He glanced at both Annabeth and Will, who shrugged helplessly. What could they do? They were the gods, albeit the two most immature and annoying gods. They couldn't refuse their demands, despite them wanting to very badly.

"Of course, my lords," Chiron sighed. "May I suggest we head to the Big House to talk?"

Apollo grinned, blinding a few campers with the brilliance of it. "Of course! Now before we forget..." He turned to face Will and Annabeth, who suddenly felt a stone drop in her stomach. "Those two need to come."

Annabeth and Will shared a look, glanced at the smiling god, then shared another look. "Us?" They asked in disbelief.

Hermes nodded gravely, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. "Yes."

Annabeth opened her mouth, then closed it. She couldn't really object, could she? All she could do was hope that Percy was safe with...ugh...Rachel, wherever she was. In the meantime, Annabeth had to deal with the gods. She nodded. "We understand."

Apollo began purposely strutting to the Big House, but then stopped as if struck by a thought. "Wait," he said. "We also need the satyr."

Once in the Big House with Grover, the gods began talking. Not at first, because Hades forbids them to actually get to the point before they all turn 80. Apollo was swinging on the balls of his feet, a shit-eating grin tugging at the sides of his mouth. The entire room felt stuffy and hot, and Annabeth tried to discreetly take off her light jacket. Hermes was inspecting the various knickknack and antiques positioned randomly around the sitting roof, his face impassive. With their two contradicting expressions, Annabeth wasn't sure if they were going to be in trouble or praised. Dealing with gods were enough to make a headache begin germination in your temple.

Finally, Hermes coughed and clapped his hands, looking away from the knickknacks. He smiled, which did nothing to ease Annabeth's worry. "So," he began. "We all know that this has something to do with Perseus Jackson, correct?" Everyone in the room nodded, including Apollo. "And we all know that Percy is not who he used to be before, right?" More nodding. "Now, what we all don't know is; why?"

"Annabeth," Apollo said, making her head snap up. "Why don't you recap what happened, just to make sure we're all on the same page?"

"Or at least the same chapter," Hermes added.

"The same book is nice too," Apollo mused.

"At least we're all in the same library-"

"My lords, may we please get this on its way?" Chiron asked, easily concealing his annoyance with a cough.

"Of course!"

"Annabeth, my dear."

Annabeth ignored the wink Apollo sent to her and gathered her thoughts. She entertained the thought of omitting a few facts, but decided against it. Who knew how much they knew already? "Well, Percy became ill about a week after we came back from a quest. At first it was just regular fever things- runny nose, high temperature, coughing, et cetera- but then he fell into a coma. Of course, we didn't know why at that point, but we kept him in the infirmary until he woke up this morning, screaming. He was unconscious for a total of five days, and-"

Annabeth felt herself take a shuddering breath, and suddenly her throat closed up. The reality of what happened, and just how close to death Percy was, hit her like a slap to the face. Will, who was sitting right besides her, noticed and squeezed her hand. He nodded, as if he understood, and Annabeth had never been as grateful to him as she did this one momment. Will picked up where she left off, and if any of the gods noticed, they didn't show it.

"When he woke up, he was now a female. We decided that letting her stay here in camp was a terrible idea, considering how disoriented and scared she was. As the child of the prophecy, it would be bad if news of this spread before we got a good grasp of the situation."

"So you sent her into the mortal world, where she won't be protected from monsters, when the war's right around the corner?" Hermes asked. He didn't sound angry, just amused.

"Yes," Will nodded.

"Not bad," the thief god said, nodding his head.

They-not including Apollo, of course- looked at him in shock. "What?!"

"Lord Hermes," Grover began nervously. "If I may ask, why aren't you angry?"

Hermes grinned mischievously. "Let's just keep what I'm about to tell you between us. Apollo and I just came from Olympus, where Poseidon was throwing a major hissy fit. He's really angry about what happened to Persephone, so I have no doubts that he'll be protecting her, wherever she is. Apollo and I, on the other hand, came here for an entirely different reason."

"One," Apollo began, holding up a slim finger. "I need to know where she is." He had a dreamy look on his face as he added, "You know, for safety purposes."

Hermes rolled his eyes. "Don't give in to this idiot, he's probably a bigger threat to Persephone's virtue then anyone else." He ignored Apollo's offended glare. "But we do need to know where she is. We also need to know who cursed her, and why, before Kronos hears wind of this."

Annabeth squirmed in her seat, suddenly conscious of the pointed look Hermes sent her way. She opened her mouth, then closed it in a snap. She fiddled with her beaded necklace.

"Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, I do believe you know who the perpetrator is."

She nodded slowly. "I have my suspicions."

Hermes grinned, although there was something else in it that Annabeth couldn't decipher. "This is gonna be so much fun," he murmured.

Why do you people even like this shitty fanfic, lol.

Anyways, I just realized that Apollo and Hermes had a big part in this chapter and they're my favorite gods (along with Hades). Unintentionally favoritism FTW! (As a side note, who're your favorite gods? You guys already know my top 3s.)

I don't know what else to say, so ciao!

Don't let your memes be dreams! (Don't let your memes become anything but the disgusting slop found on the bottom of a trash can, because that where they belong) :)