Annabeth sat down on a small pile of rocks. Someone had been following her, and she panicked. Slinging her backpack off her shoulders, she rummaged through for a weapon, just in case it was one of them.

It was not.

A young boy - sixteen, maybe seventeen - ran up to her, letter in hand, panting madly. "S-sorry, ma'am," he huffed, "You are Miss Annabeth Jenna Rogers, correct?" Beth nodded. "I have a letter for you."

She stared at him for a few long seconds. [i]What?[/i] Taking a deep breath, she spoke. "Yeah, what's up?" She listened to him ramble, zipping her backpack up again. He was talking about some strange thing that gave him the letter when he threw the letter to her and sprinted away. Confused and intrigued, Beth opened it and read.

After reading, she closed up the letter and smirked. "About time, I need something better to do." She knew where the X was, she took that route when she was feeling a bit more tired than usual at night. And the mission. It was a mission. [i]Her[/i] mission. Feeling stronger than ever, she jumped up and ran to her mission.