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Percy was snoring. Funny, Annabeth thought, as she stood as a shadow over his bed, that he would be sleeping soundly while sweet dreams remained stubbornly out of her reach. She slipped off her cap and felt the familiar brush of her hair as it tumbled down her back. Its magic had returned since the Second Giant War had come to a closing. Athena had even apologized to her face for the mishap—a stiff, barely intelligible mutter, accompanied by an awkward handshake—but an apology all the same. Annabeth watched the faded white New York Yankees symbol brighten as she set it on Percy’s bedside table and it entered the circle of

Percy was snoring. Funny, Annabeth thought, as she stood as a shadow over his bed, that he would be sleeping soundly while sweet dreams remained stubbornly out of her reach. She slipped off her cap and felt the familiar brush of her hair as it tumbled down her back. Its magic had returned since the Second Giant War had come to a closing. Athena had even apologized to her face for the mishap—a stiff, barely intelligible mutter, accompanied by an awkward handshake—but an apology all the same. Annabeth watched the faded white New York Yankees symbol brighten as she set it on Percy’s bedside table and it entered the circle of

I was surprised by what I found inside, to say the least. The room was a small bedroom. Judging by the suitcase sitting open on the bed full of Annabeth's clothes and laptop, I guessed that it was her room. On the floor scattered around were pieces of paper varying in size. They were wrinkled and rough edged, as if someone planned on disposing them. Annabeth herself stood behind a small desk, a stack of papers laid on the smooth oak top. She was tearing the papers to shreds, tears running down her cheeks. I realized the papers she was busy destroying were covered in outlines and sketches of buildings. Her architectural designs. I raced o