Hey! Haven't been on Fanfiction in a while, but I was beginning to miss writing! Here's a new fic I thought up. Hope you guys like it! REVIEW PLEASE!

I walked alone through the strawberry fields, the sweet smell of fruit wafting up into my nose. I would eat some, but I was sure Dionysus would kill me if I did. Literally.

I sighed. Annabeth usually walked with me here in the afternoons, but she had an architecture class today. The strawberry fields had become our special hideout ever since the Second Titan War. We came out here to get away from the chaos of all the new demigods. But today, I was alone.

The sun beat down hard on my shoulders, and a warm breeze blew. I closed my eyes and continued walking, trailing the tips of my fingers along the plants.

Suddenly, my foot caught on something. My body lurched forward and I went sprawling to the hard ground. The wind was knocked out of me and I groaned, struggling to get some breath back into my body.

I groaned. I felt like a complete idiot. Yup. The hero of Olympus tripping and falling on his face while frolicking through some strawberry fields.

I twisted my body to see what had tripped me. Lying among the strawberry plants there lay a brown notebook, the dark cover worn down from being used often. I narrowed my eyes and picked it up.

Looking closely, I could see that the word, Journal was etched in gold on the cover. I surveyed the fields, looking for anyone who would have dropped it. I sat up on my knees and dusted dirt and blades of grass off the front of my shirt.

I scrutized the journal I just discovered. My fingers itched to lift the cover and see what was written.

But no. I shouldn't. I'll toss it back into the plants to where it was before...whoops. Too late.

I ripped the cover page open, squinting at the elegant handwriting. Even with dyslexia I could make out the bold words: ANNABETH'S JOURNAL.

My breath caught in my throat. Annabeth would destroy me if she learned I read her diary. But still...

My eyes strayed to the first entry. Without meaning to, I got sucked into the words. Here's what it said:

June 17, 2005

Dear Journal,

Another summer is beginning here at Camp Halfblood. The summer campers are arriving, and our intense training starts up once again. Apparently, something big is supposed to happen by the summer solstice or war will happen. Chiron refuses to tell me the whole story. He's like a father to me, but he can be very irritating sometimes. I hope I'll be able to go on my first quest this summer. I know I can be a big help. Chiron should know I'm not a little girl anymore. I have matured in more ways than he thinks.

I stood frozen, staring at the page. This journal was from the first summer I came to camp. I might be able to learn Annabeth's point of view and her first impression on me...Everything.

I looked around to make sure I was still alone. Then, I fixated my gaze again on the page, concentrating my dyslexic brain on the faded words.

June 18, 2005

Dear Journal,

You will NOT believe what happened yesterday after I wrote in you. So I was in the Big House with Chiron and Mr. D, playing pinochle, when we hear loud yelling and roaring in the distance. Suddenly, we all look up in alarm. Five minutes later there's a thump on the big house porch.

Chiron grabs his quiver and arrows and I draw my knife from my pocket. Mr. D just stands there, the idiot that he is, guzzling down a can of coke. Chiron and I walk cautiously outside to investigate, our weapons held at the ready.

Instead of an enemy though, there is a boy my age with silky black hair and dark sea green eyes, carrying my friend Grover over his shoulder. He sets him down gently on the wooden planks of the porch then collapses, his hands clutching a curved horn. A Minotaur horn.

I looked to Chiron in awe. "He's the one. He must be," I whispered excitedly.

"Hush Annabeth," Chiron shushed me. "He's still conscious. Bring him inside."

We brought Grover and the boy in and set them down on seperate cots.

The boy's hands were stained with blood and his breathing was ragged. Chiron ordered me to nurse him. I nodded and spooned a teaspoon of nectar into his mouth. He smiled and sighed contentedly.

"Well? Is he the one?" I asked again urgently.

"Calm yourself, hero," he cautioned me. "Gaining too much not knowledge too soon is not good. We must wait."

I huffed indignantly. Chiron might not want to spill the beans, but he underestimates me too much. I am the daughter of Athena. And I intend to find out who he is soon one way or another.

I smiled down at the page. Who would have thought Annabeth was so curious about me in the beginning? Suddenly, I heard Annabeth's voice.

"Percy? Where are you?"

In a panic, I stuffed the journal under my shirt and rushed to my cabin. I tossed the notebook into my underwear drawer, one place I was certain Annabeth would not want to search in.

I jogged outside again to meet Annabeth. I greeted her with a hug and a light peck on the lips, but my mind was far away.

Annabeth's mind was something I could never quite figure out. Now I had the chance. I was either going to take the chance, or be kept wondering. So as Annabeth rambled on about her class, I took a deep breath and grabbed the opportunity.

Thanks for reading! Hope it was good! I promise the next chapters will be filled with more detail! :D