Hi, all. For those of you who are waiting for updates on other stories, yes I know that I really should be updating them instead of starting a whole new stories. The problem with YGTBKM is that I've already written most of it and it gets really tedious to be typing up a story I've already written from a notebook. That being said I am by no means abandoning the story. It will be updated eventually. For those of you who may have read my only Harry Potter fanfic, I am sorry, but it will be at least until the school year has started up again that I will be able to update. It was first written in my english notebook, which is, sadly, still at school.

Right. So for those of you who read Leo Comes Homes and wanted more, here you are. There are, however some differences. First off, Leo and Calypso got back a lot sooner, so there will be Caleo kids. If you are reading this, I hope that this fulfills your request for Caleo babies. Also, Percabeth will have another kid, who is three years older than the twins, I will include his description in just a sec, along with that of his best friend's. And yes, I am aware that his first name is cliche, but it fits in a way. :o)

New Character Descriptions (the rest of the second generation and my OC for Reyna is on my profile):

Achilles Tyson Jackson- Named after Tyson. Has longish black-and-blond streaked (it's natural) hair, with Annabeth-grey eyes.

Laurel Annabeth Underwood- Named after Annabeth Chase, has short reddish-brown hair, and brown eyes (she's a satyr, I know that there aren't any female satyrs in the books, but nymphs can't leave their plants for long)

Ok, I think that's all for now, so on with the story!

Prologue

"C'mon, Achilles, it'll be an adventure!" the young satyr pleaded with her friend.

"No, Laurel, what if a monster comes?" asked the eight-year old, "I can't protect the twins, and you and me, and Ran, and Em. You know that they'll insist on coming along."

"I don't need protecting," she said rolling her eyes. "And you do realize that that much anxiety isn't normal for eight-year-olds, right?"

"It's not anxiety," Achilles objected, "it's called being careful! I'm the oldest, and so I need to protect my siblings, and I can't do that in the forest! I know that we're at camp, but the woods are stocked with monsters as challenges Laurel, and-" she cut him off with a jab of her finger to his chest.

"You worry too much, you're acting like your mother! I want to see Bunker Nine, and if you don't come with me, I'm going alone." With that, Laurel spun around and stalked towards the woods. She'd just gotten to the tree line when she heard footsteps running behind her. "Glad you've come to your senses." she said with a smirk.

"Whatever," he grumbled, but he still followed his best friend into the woods, fingering the charm on his bracelet, courtesy of Uncle Leo, that turned into his very small sword.

"Li, wait up!" The sound of four pairs of running feet made the two adventurers turn around and Achilles groaned. The last thing he needed was his younger siblings and the other set of twins, from whom they were inseparable, tagging along on a potentially, and probably, dangerous mission.

"Let us come!" Luke pleaded, staring at him with hopeful eyes.

"No. I'll bring you something back if you want, but you're not coming with us."

"Please?" Now all four of them were doing the puppy dog eyes. Achilles finally admitted defeat. "Alright," he said. "but stay close."

And so they trekked into the woods, the younger ones staying close as instructed, to find the ever elusive Bunker Nine. Not that they'd never been there before, they had, but before they'd always had at least Uncle Leo with them. They hadn't even been in the woods on their own, ever, and so those two things made this an adventure. The woods, they found, got rather dark when Uncle Leo wasn't there to set himself on fire to light the way, or Uncle Will to glow. Soon Laurel was fingering her reed pipes as nervously as Achilles was his sword.

The kids walked until they weren't exactly sure where to turn next (read: they were lost), and then Laurel put her pipes, which, it should be noted she was far more proficient with that her father was at age twenty eight, at started to play a path-finding song. Before she got past the first bar or so, however, the woods went truly black even though it was a bright and sunny summer day.

The five year-olds screamed and huddled behind the older kids. Laurel took out her small spear, and Achilles drew his sword, the glow from the celestial branze doing little to penetrate the blackness.

Well, well well, an evil voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time echoed in the kids' ears. What have we here? Oh, I know three of the offspring of those who escaped my clutches ten years ago...

"Sil, Luke, Ran, Em, run!" Achilles shouted knowing that it was useless to tell Laurel to do so also. He slashed at empty air. "If you so much as pull a hair off of any of theirs heads, I will put you through so much pain-"

He was cut off by the booming laugh of the voice. How, amusing. The little hero thinks that he can protect his little siblings from Tartarus. Fortunately for them, I only need you to cause your parents pain.

Then a crack opened in the ground and Achilles was falling, but wait, Lauren had him, but now she was falling too, and the voice laughed and laughed.

Not long after that the little ones came bursting out of the trees, crying, and when their parents and surrogate aunts/uncles asked them what had happened, all they could tell them was that the Black Voice had taken Laurel and Achilles. The entire camp combed over the woods, again and again, but there was no trace of them.

If it hadn't been for their friends and other children, Percy and Annabeth might never have recovered, and neither would Grover of Juniper. They never really recovered, and they never forgot their kids, and always, secretly, hung on to the hope that no bodies had been found, and they might, somehow, find a way back home, but it was a slim hope, and the years went by without it bearing any fruit.

Silena and Luke all but forgot about their over protective older brother, and Ethan was so young when it happened that he didn't remember Achilles at all. It wasn't until eleven years after the incident that a reminder of what had happened came along at all, but when it did, everything changed.

Aaaaaaand, done! Prologue of a whole new story all typed up! Hope y'alls like it and with any luck (and possibly a few reviews [hint, hint]) the first chapter should be up pretty soon! Dom't forget to review! :o)