Okay, I'm not gonna lie to you. being chased by spiders sucks. I wish had just been some snake women or something.

After months with Lupa, it's not like this wasn't something totally unthinkable, but it was terrifying. I don't know why I'm afraid of spiders, but I know it's deep inside me. Some deep reason. I don't know what it is.

My name is Annabeth Chase. I think I'm about 16 or 17 years old, and I know I'm a demi-god. I don't know anything besides that.

That's not true. I remember one other thing. A name. Percy Jackson. Perseus. I have a vague watered-down image of who that must be. I picture striking sea green eyes that look blue and if we were standing by the ocean I know I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between those eyes and the water. I see jet black hair that falls lazily over his eyes. And I feel a deep, intense tugging in my gut. A longing. I know this Percy guy. I need this Percy guy, whoever he is.

Hi, my cookies. I'm sorry this is so short and took so long. I have a lot going on, but surprise: I'm 15 now! I'm a cheerleader at my high school, and, oh yeah, I'm a high schooler now too! I'm going to try to write more but it's really hard with practice.