When Annabeth could see again, she fell into a river.

She cursed her luck as the cold water rushed over her. It wasn't too deep to drown her, sitting up she quickly realizes that it was only a few feet deep. That still doesn't mean that she wouldn't drown if she laid down or get knocked over while sitting down.

Potentially drowning isn't a normal everyday demigod life-threatening situation. Annabeth wanted to remind everyone of that. She didn't know what to do in this situation.

It seemed her mother sent help or someone was around when she had first fallen into the water, because the next thing her mind registered was someone dragging her out of the water.

She sputtered and gasped on the water that managed to get into her lungs, she didn't notice that a whole camp of demigods came up to her until the murmuring questions picked up.

Still coughing, Annabeth looked up to see a crowd of kids and teens holding different kinds of weapons, like...Camp Half-Blood?

No, Annabeth thought to herself, she wasn't in New York. Plus they wouldn't point their weapons at her if she was in Long Island. No, Annabeth was somewhere else.

"You okay?" A teen who honestly looked like a baby Chinese man asked, crouching down next to her. Annabeth faintly heard him say something about getting a Praetor? Shaking her thoughts away, she focused on what was happening.

"Where am I?" She asked instead, fully aware of the looks the others gave her. They were waiting to see if she would attack them, and come to think of it, Annabeth must of lost her backpack before she had fallen into the river.

Sitting up more, Annabeth tried to look around more, only to find that the circle of armed teens around her blocked her view.

"You don't know where you are?" The fifteen year old looked confused. A girl a little younger than him stepped towards, whispering that the Praetors were coming? Okay, what was going on?

Annabeth was starting to get annoyed, not only is she not getting answered but she had traveled to the other side of the country to find the Lost Legend. The only reason she needs to find him is because-

Because why? The prophecy said so? Because she wants to hear his story from the legend himself? Because of a new unseen war?

There was no reason for her to have gone all the way here. She would never find him, she may be a child of Athena, but she wasn't the smartest. She had heard stories of other children of Athena trying to find the Lost Legend.

The son of Zeus, everyone thinks. The story isn't clear on which big three the child is of, but many believe it was Zeus as he is the most powerful. That is one of the versions anyway. Annabeth didn't know what to believe anymore.

"Sorry about Frank, he's just trying to help. I'm Hazel, what's your name?" The girl that had whispered to the newly named Frank said, snapping Annabeth back to reality.

Before Annabeth could reply, the crowd parted, letting three other teens through. Frank and Hazel stood up, stepping away from Annabeth to let the three newcomers to see her.

Annabeth figured they were the praetors, but seeing the second boy, Annabeth had to guess that he wasn't one.

A praetor was a leader of Rome? Annabeth figured that it was a high up position, and the scrawny blond boy wasn't a leader. He had that untrustworthy vibe to him. Annabeth made a note to stay away from him as much as possible.

"What is going-"

"I-I know you." Annabeth said, pointing to the girl who just entered the circle of the crowd with two other teenage boys. Annabeth accidently interrupted the other blond boy who looked the other praetor.

He looked surprised, and everyone in the crowd gasped and tensed, ready for anything. "Reyna, do you know her?" The girl-Reyna- ignored him and narrowed her eyes at Annabeth, black eyes guarded.

Annabeth has seen her somewhere. Reyna's reaction proved it, but where? It wasn't Camp. It wasn't in the final battle with Kronos. It wasn't the last few years, it was more of-

"You were on Circe's Island!" Annabeth began. "You were one of the maidens there. You and your older sister. How are you here?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Where is the Son of War you were with last time?" Reyna asked.

Annabeth winced. "He died. Saving me."

Reyna frowned. "At least he did something meaningful, my sister was going to hunt him down and kill him for his pig-headed ways."

Annabeth scoffed. "He was arrogant wasn't he." She was starting to smile, something about Reyna had calmed Annabeth. She didn't what, though Annabeth knew that Reyna wasn't going to hurt her. She was trustworthy unlike the scrawny blond, who hadn't stopped scowling the whole time he had come into the clear circle of the crowd.

Reyna cracked a small smile, ignoring the whole crowd of readied fighters and spoke casually but with an air of authority. "Come, Annabeth, we have a lot to caught up on." She turned, not letting Annabeth to decline.

Annabeth shrugged and stood, following after Reyna. Both girls didn't hear the whispers that sounded behind them, questioning of what was happening.

The last time I updated this book was 11 days ago...so much for an updating again in a week. Anyway, I want to know what you all would like to see in the next chapter/the rest of the book. I have an idea for the ending/vague sense of what I want to happen in the book, but I wanted to know what you, the readers who actual have an opinion, would like to see.

Until next chapter (truthfully, I don't know when that will be and don't want to give an estimate in case I am wrong...again)!

~MsPenguingirl1234.

Published: September 16, 2017.