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Unknown’s POV
Why the hell do I feel freezing?
Am I in some sort ice box?
Or am I just stuck at the base of the Atlantic?
Oh, gods….
I don’t feel so good..
“ Wake up! Please wake up!” I hear a girl’s voice plead to me. “ Wake up!”
“ I’m awake, I’m awake,” I say groggily. I open my eyes (it felt like opening a garage door manually) and a white light blinds me. “ Whoa…turn off the lights, will you?”
There’s some scraping sound, probably from a chair. Someone’s feet shuffling and then the light dims. I squint at the girl kneeling beside me and my heart stopped.
“ Annabeth?”
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Percy (previously unknown) POV
“ What the hell happened?” I ask as I limp on to the deck.
Destruction.
Destruction everywhere. The floorboards where ripped open, some got smashed through. The steering wheel is nowhere to be found, along with the cool gadgets Leo installed it with. And Leo is running around on deck, checking all of the damage all the while yelling and cursing in frustration at the destruction of his ‘baby’.
“ We got attacked by the Romans,” Annabeth says, looking at me worriedly. “ Octavian got to you.”
“ Octavian?” I nearly choke on my saliva. “ How could I lose a fight to Octavian?”
“ Well, he wasn’t alone,” Jason says, appearing from below the deck, holding some stack of woods. “ He had some this really buff dudes and they did Octavian’s dirty work. They’re the one who knocked you unconscious.”
“ Unconscious? Unconscious? For how long?” I demand.
“ Probably a couple of hours,” he shrugs. “ Listen, I gotta go and help Leo patch things up if we want to make it in time to Rome,” he tells me before jogging over to where Leo stood with his hands at his hips, looking like an extremely pissed off Latino elf.
“ A couple of hours? I was unconscious for a couple of hours only?” I ask, turning to look at Annabeth who shrugs. “ I thought I was knocked out for days!”
“ Why would you think that?” she asks curiously. “ I mean, the concussion wasn’t that bad,” she says, touching the tender spot on my temples. I wince when she did that. “ Sorry,” she apologizes. “ I got worried sick when you wouldn’t respond. Hazel said you started screaming the last half an hour before you woke up.”
“ I’ve been screaming,” I repeated, feeling extremely déjà vu – ish. “ How did I sound when I was screaming?” Annabeth looks at me, her grey eyes welling in tears. “ Hey. What’s wrong?” I ask her as I brush the tears away.
