Annabeth

I swear I just heard a scream, a Percy scream. Oh gods, is he here? Percy! I have to help him!! I hopped off the mattress and tried the door, locked obviously but I still had to try.

There were no other ways out, I already scavenged the room the other day without any luck whatsoever. I looked at the long dead oil lamp, it was now nothing more that an oil filled glass jar..wait..glass?

I touched the lamp lightly, I was right it was made out of glass! I smiled, Percy don't worry, I'm coming. With one quick swing, I knocked the lamp on the floor and watched the shattered pieces scatter around the room. I hurriedly grabbed a big piece and cut a very small line on my hand, nothing deep, just enough to draw blood.

I fake a scream of pain and yelled for help while rubbing the blood on my leg and using my bloody hand to hold my glass against it. It looked as if the lamp fell and a shard flew into my leg, but that was just a lie.

Luke burst in, a very angry expression on his face. He was holding himself as if he just got hurt. Here was blood on his hands, what did he do?

He studied the surroundings and then looked at me, his face softened but I could still see the anger in his eyes. A few tears were in my eyes, they were easily made by imagining Percy dead. I knew it wasnt true, but I needed something to get me crying so it looked like I wasnt faking.

"What happened?" His anger was slowly seeping into his voice, he wasnt good at hiding that.

"I knocked over the l-lamp." I whimpered, clutching my leg more to emphasize. He staggered over and prepared to bend over to pull out the glass, but I quickly swung it away and sliced his cheek.

"You trick!" He yelled while clutching his face. I ran out the room as fast as I could but, I was met with three very long corridors, it would take forever to find him! I chose the first hall and kicked down as many doors as I could. Many of the rooms were like mine, all were empty. The other rooms consisted of storage, and a weapons area, where I found my trusty dagger.

As soon as it was in my grasp, I felt an arrow go through my shoulder, making me drop to the floor in pain. Blood oozed out of the new wound and flared in pain. I was struck from behind so I couldn't just easily take it out.

How did he catch me so easily?? I'm so slow! I should have went faster, I should have been more careful.

I felt myself being roughly onto Luke's shoulder as he whispered in my ear, "You cant leave that early Anne."

Eventually I slipped into unconsciousness.

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Yeah, yeah, it's short I know, but it's just a filler. More next chap. HELP ME!! GIVE ME MORE IDEAS!! IM RUNNING OUT!!

Love ya,

Kay