A/N: This my prediction seeing as I predicted the whole Roman camp thing with Hera/Juno having something to do with it back in April 2010, months before the Lost Hero came out. Sooooo, here we go. Mark of Athena. Let's see if I get anything right.

Disclaimers: Sadly, I own none of the books on this site. Takes off right where TSON left off (terrible cliffy, by the way, Rick. We all hated it). Also, this is written my style. Be prepared.



Chapter I


Annabeth was blown away. She marveled at the Roman camp. It was a fully functional Roman training center. Beyond it she saw a miniature recreation of Rome itself, filled with people. She shook her head in disbelief. This was complete city. How did they not know about this? The ship turned jerkily to prepare for its landing.

"You really didn't know about this?" Piper asked from beside her.

"Nope. We had no idea," she replied.

"This Percy guy, is he here?"

"Yes, he is,"

"Do we know for sure?"

Annabeth thought for a moment. They actually didn't. Tyson's message was hard to understand, but she felt something. Almost like she was being drawn into him. He had to be there.


Piper looked over at Jason. Her face fell a bit.

"What's with the face?"

"It's Jason. I think he has a girlfriend here or something along those lines,"

"Maybe. But, I've seen the way he looks at you. I know the look. I've seen it before. I think you're okay,"

"I hope. I really like him,"

Annabeth shrugged. She didn't think much of him. He was nice and not bad looking but that was it. She looked back at the new camp. The ship was lowering itself. A few minutes later, it landed on a grassy field.

"Nice landing, Leo," she called to the boy steering.

He grinned.

"Not too bad of a ride was it?" he replied as he hopped off the upper deck.

"No, it wasn't," she smiled.

They rolled out the ramp to the ground and everyone began to get off. Everyone seemed very excited to be back on the ground. Annabeth waited to get off.

"Gods, I'm starving. We ran out of cans this morning," someone said behind her.

"You ate all of those?" she raised an eyebrow at Grover.

He shrugged.

"You gotta eat, when you gotta eat,"

She laughed. He threw an arm around her shoulder as they walked off. She noticed a few Roman campers making their way towards them. Percy was not one of them.

"Is he here?" she asked quietly.

"I think so. The connection is still a bit fuzzy,"

She sighed. The Romans had reached them. A girl in a purple toga ran forward to embrace Jason. Annabeth and Grover made their way towards them.

"Annabeth," Jason greeted her, "This is Reyna."

"Hello. I'm Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. It's an honor to meet you," she held out a hand to the other girl who stared at it.

Annabeth slowly lowered it.

"I am Reyna, praetor of Camp Jupiter. We greatly appreciate the help. We will need it seeing as another army is likely to be on the way,"

Annabeth nodded. There was usually a second army. The only time there hadn't been one was The Battle of the Labyrinth. The thought stirred up memories of Percy from that quest. She had to find him. He was there.

"Jason, can you get everyone situated and stuff,"

"Where are you going?"

"I have no idea,"

Jason stared at her a moment before shrugging and continuing the conversation with the praetor girl.

Annabeth began to walk away.

"I think they need you here," Grover tugged at her arm.

The campers looked quite uncomfortable with the Romans. Most were talking rapidly in ancient Greek. No English. They're scared, she thought. She cursed under her breath.

"He'll come," Grover assured her.

She nodded curtly and went off to help the campers.


"What do you mean she says there's no room for us?" Annabeth yelled.

"Reyna said there is not enough room in the barracks for all of us," Jason replied cautiously.

She groaned.

"What's wrong with Brains over here?" Connor Stoll came up, most likely coming to ask where the Hermes cabin's fireworks could go.

"We have no one to stay," she explained.

Connor looked at her.

"Does that mean we have no place for stuff?"

She shot him a what-do-you-think look.

"Damn," he muttered.

Katie Gardener had heard the news and ran over.

"Nowhere to stay?" she asked.

"Yes. Their little praetor said that there's no room and apparently we're too unimportant to have some of their campers get re-arranged," Annabeth switched to Greek.

"You're kidding, right?" Katie replied following Annabeth's language change.

"No. We're stuck here. On the ground. During the second Titan War we had better accommodations,"

"This utterly sucks," Katie summed up the situation.

Jason stared at them, confused.

"Di immortales! Learn some ancient Greek, will you?" Annabeth yelled at him.

She was in no mood for stupidity from people. She threw her back pack on the ground and stalked off.

"Annabeth?" Grover tried.

"Not now," she told him.


Normally, Annabeth would've taken time to appreciate the architecture but she was too angry to focus on columns and aqueducts. She wandered around the massive camp. Most of the Roman avoided her. A few muttered some that sounded a lot like 'gracious'. She found a place in the shade that look acceptable for sulking and threw herself on the ground. Her body ached from being cramped on the boat. Suddenly, a man in a toga shimmered into sight.

"Oh, I see the Graceus have arrived. Oh, joy," he said.

"Get lost," Annabeth spat.

"Tsk, tsk. Seems they're rude, too,"

"Just leave me alone,"

"I should, shouldn't I? You seem like a dangerous girl,"

Annabeth ripped her knife out of its place on her belt. The man's face flickered with recognition.

"Celestial bronze. Very nice. Though it is nothing compared to imperial gold,"

"It can still kill, so I believe it serves its purpose,"

"Is that a threat?"


"Well, that's not nice. But, you see I'm already dead. You can't kill me,"

"Just my luck," she muttered as she put the knife away.

"I suppose I should go investigate this war ship you brought. I bid you farewell," and then he disappeared from sight.

Great. Annoying leaders and snotty ghosts. Lovely place.

Annabeth got to her feet and brushed herself off. She dcided to go back to the ship, seeing as that ghost would probably start something that would end with mortal injury. She began to head back. She noticed a steady stream of Romans going in the same direction. Then she nocticed a particular trio. A skinny African American girl with curly hair and a tall, baby-faced Asian boy. The third person had their arms around each of them. Annabeth squinted. Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't move. Her eyes trailed after the group. Look at me. I'm right here. Please look at me. Then one of their heads moved and their gaze landed on her.


A/N: The next chapter will be up in like, 30 minutes, but its almost obvious as to what happens next. I really hoped you like it. Review. I love reviews. Review if you liked it, hated it, just review.