A/N: Thanks for the constructive criticism and the really nice comments! :) I haven't updated in forever, but a friend of mine told me I should. So here it is! Young Annabeth is probably OOC. Also, I probably messed up the ages a little bit. And can anyone tell me what Travis Stoll looks like? [[I do not own Percy Jackson.]]

I walked blindly off, not caring where I was going. After a couple of minutes of angry walking, I heard the sound of trickling water. Looking up, I found that I was on the bank of a lake. The lake was surrounded with dark green trees lush with summer, and I walked out onto a wooden dock. Wooden canoes and kayaks were beached on the sand in slight disarray, and across the lake there was a lone paddler pushing himself in a canoe. I sat down on the wooden dock, exhausted now that my anger had left me. I rubbed my hand on the gray eroded wood and felt the grooves under my hands.

So much had happened in the last couple of days. First, I'm thrown into a whole new world, one of demigods and magic, and learned all about my own godly parent. Now, people have already started betraying me! I collapsed onto the dock and stared up at the clouds.

"That was such a stupid move in the 'cafeteria' Silena!" I chastised myself aloud. Now, I would have no friends, and-

Interrupting my train of thought, a smooth voice asked, "Why was what a stupid move?"

I gasped, startled. Sitting up and looking behind me, I noticed the older boy, the blonde one, tugging the little girl with the piercing gray eyes.

"Luke, right?" I asked, acknowledging him, then waving at the girl.

"Yeah, it's Luke. I'm a Son of Hermes, and this is Annabeth," he said, making conversation. He gestured to the little girl he had with him when he said her name.

As I really looked at him, I realized he had a glaringly obvious scar on his face. It was raised and ridged, and it covered most of his face. Looking past the scar, I replied, "I'm Silena, a Daughter of Aphrodite."

"Don't look at his scar like that!" A high-pitched voice cut Luke off just as he was about to reply.

"Like what?" I asked Annabeth, a little startled when she spoke.

"Like... like there's something wrong with him," she succinctly said.

"But there's not, I was simply startled," I replied, not wanting to anger this girl on top of everybody else.

Annabeth looked at me appraisingly, and, letting go of Luke's hand, walked next to me and sat down on the dock. Luke sat down where he was standing.

"I know who you are," Luke grinned at me, crinkling up the edges of his scar, "I think everyone knows, now."

"Yeah..." I trailed off, deflating slightly. "I bet everyone hates me,"

"I don't hate you," Annabeth cut in.

"She's right, they probably don't hate you. It's alright, I know what it's like," Luke said. "See this scar?" he asked, pointing to his face.

I nodded, and he went on. "I had to find a Golden Apple, on a quest, at the Garden of Hesperides. I failed, and when I came back, everyone looked at me with pity. So, anyways, I know what it's like."

I smiled back at him, and said, "Well, at least you have friends." Then I asked, "Does it ever get better?"

He pondered this for a while and replied, "Yes, it does."

"How old are you? Some of the Aphrodite girls are saying how you're too old for them and stuff," I blurted, before realizing what I said.

"I'm 15," he said. "And I don't think I'd ever go out with Amanda, regardless of age. We don't connect," he said smirking a bit.

"How old are you, Annabeth?" I asked her, trying to bring her into the conversation.

"I'm nine," she replied blinking owlishly up at me. "And Amanda's mean."

"I'm liking you better and better, Annabeth," I said, smiling.

After a while, the three of us sat in a comfortable silence, staring at the lake together. The bright midday light darkened into the brilliant oranges and reds of sunset, and finally, a dark cover was thrown over the sky and stars blinked into existence. I hesitantly stated, "Thanks for being here, guys. It means a lot. But I think I should get back to my cabin now."

Luke flashed a charming smile at me, "Let's meet back here next Friday, after lunch, okay?"

I felt my face heat up, and I replied with a huge smile, "Okay!"

"Am I coming?" Annabeth demanded.

"Maybe," Luke replied. He laughed then gallantly bowed and asked, "Shall I escort you back to your cabin?"

I acted along with him, and fake gasped, "I would be honored."

Giggling, I walked with Annabeth and him all the way back to my cabin.

Before the two left, Annabeth, who had been walking in between Luke and I, squeezed my hand and wished me luck. Then the two turned and walked away.

I lingered outside of the door for a while, thinking about Luke. He was really charming, and despite his scar, he was really good looking. I hugged myself for courage, and opened the door to the Aphrodite cabin.

"Silena!" a voice shouted when I stepped inside. Knowing that it was Hazel, I ignored her and kept walking to my bunk.

"Silena!" she continued. "I wanted to say sorry, about what happened. I didn't want to help Amanda, I really didn't, please Silena! Plus, it was really only Amanda's plans, and she told me she would give me her Chanel purse if I helped her," Hazel pleaded.

"Hey Alice," I greeted the girl who was sitting on her bunk, still ignoring Hazel. Alice waved back.

"Can you teach me sign language?" I asked her. Alice nodded fervently, and began teaching me right away.

Hazel, just now getting the message, fell silent and turned away.

After a while, I motioned for Alice to stop, and I stood up and walked over to Hazel's bunk. I felt kind of guilty about the way I treated her.

Hazel sat up when she saw me coming. "I forgive you," I stated when I reached her. "But," I continued, "I don't know if I can trust you. I mean, you so willingly gave away Amanda,"

Smiling a little now, Hazel said, "I'm really sorry, I really wanted to be friends. How about I make it up to you! Tomorrow, I'll show you a place you'll really like."

"Really?" I asked, forgetting I was angry for a moment, overtaken by curiosity.

"I'll show you tomorrow!" Hazel protested.

"That's so unfair!" I squealed.

"Just wait!" Hazel said in reply, eyes twinkling with unspoken mysteries.

That night, I lay in my bed, wondering about Luke, the Son of Hermes, Annabeth, and Hazel's motives.