A/N: Hi, this is my first story so I would love to know what you think. This is an AU based in Ancient Greece. I hope you enjoy.

Annabeth POV

I sat on a wall, my legs dangling down, looking out towards the ocean. My friend Piper was sitting next to me, wearing her normal, scruffy white tunic. Her hair looked as it always did, intentionally choppy and uneven, which thin strands braided down the sides. You would never be able to tell she was a daughter of Aphrodite, in fact I have seen many people laugh when she mentions it. They regret that pretty quickly. She has an ability to get people to do what she tells them, with something called charmspeak, and she can get people to do some pretty crazy stuff. Piper was currently looking at her dagger, which can show visions of the future. It may sound awesome, however it will never show you the entire story, which can get quite annoying. Every time she finds out what actually happens she gets annoyed and claims she is going to melt her dagger down. She never does though, I think the daughter of Aphrodite secretly likes the suspense.

'Hey, check it out,' Piper showed me the reflection on her dagger, a black haired boy, with sea-green eyes and a mischievous smile

'My dad has another play tonight, so he's going to be out all night,' Piper told me, as she put her dagger back into her belt.

Her dad is an actor, does plays all over Greece, which is how he caught the attention of Aphrodite. She will travel all over the country with him, so I am always glad when she stops by at Athens.

'His opening night,' I noted 'Are you going to go?'

Piper shook her head. 'He was doing it last week in Thebes.' She told me. 'I saw it there and I have no intention of seeing it again.'

'That bad?'

'No, but I would much rather be spending the time with my friend. We travel so much I hardly ever see you.'

I laughed. 'Someone might think that we spend enough on Iris messages to not have to be like that.'

'It's different, being face to face.'

I knew what Piper meant; spending hours talking to each other over Iris message was nothing compared to five minutes next to each other. Although I had tried to show my indifference, I was delighted that Piper would rather spend her evening with me than watching her dad perform. Now we would have the entire night to ourselves... I cursed, loudly, making a lot of passers by look up at me and tut. I didn't care, however, because I had just realised something.

'What is it Annabeth?' Piper asked me.

'My mother... at temple... supposed to meet her... fifteen minutes ago...' I gasped, already setting off at a run towards the Parthenon, the temple of my mother, Athena.

Piper ran next to me, occasionally shouting 'move!' to people, which made them instantly jump out of our path, thanks to her charmspeak.

I can't believe I forgot about my mother arriving to see her children today. I had got so wound up in Pipers arrival it had completely gone from my memory, which, I will assure you, does not normally happen. My mother always likes things to run exactly to plan, and is not happy when people are late. If you haven't already guessed, my mother is wAthena, the goddess of crafts and wisdom.

We spent fifteen minutes running to the Parthenon, and I knew my mother would be furious when she saw me, since I was now half an hour late. Running up the steps I was surprised to see Athenian guards patrolling every inch of the temple. I slowed down to a walk as I recognised one of the guards: Mark, son of Ares.

'Mark' I said, hurrying up to him, 'what's going on?'

'Annabeth! Thank the gods! After what happened, we feared the worst, it is so good to know that you are safe.' He said all of that without taking a breath, and looked relieved, but also nervous at the same time.

'What. Exactly. Is. Going. On?' I asked, saying each word slowly, and through clenched teeth.

'Look, I don't know, on one knows exactly. You better follow me though.'

I was confused, but followed him into the temple. The first thing I saw was Athena and my half-brothers, the sons of Athena, standing in a close circle, looking at something on the ground. They all looked shocked, Athena included. Standing around them were guards, even more than were outside the temple. Athena glanced up when we walked in, and relief washed across her face. That surprised me, what could have happened that made Athena glad I was late? I pushed between two of my brothers to work out what they were looking at, and froze when I saw. All my sisters, the seven other daughters of Athena, were lying side by side, dead.

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'What do we do with her?' Athena was pacing back and forth, worried. Everyone agreed that since all the other daughters of Athena were dead, that meant the assassin, who wasn't found after he killed all my sisters, would now come after me if he realised his mistake. I was sitting in one of the windowless rooms in the temple, with three of my brothers - Malcom, Albert and Stephan, as well as Piper. The small candle we had illuminated my mothers furious face. 'Who would dare... my own daughters... my temple.'

I had never seen my mother so angry, but I knew there was no way that her anger would make her do something rash or stupid, she wasn't like that.

'We need to get Annabeth to somewhere safe, somewhere that an assassin couldn't possibly get her,' Athena said, looking worriedly at me. Despite the danger, I was almost happy. Athena had never paid me so much attention as she was now.

'Where?' Piper asked, her multi-coloured eyes dancing in the candle light. 'People thought the temple was a safe place, where is safer than a temple, in the presence of a Goddess?'

'Mount Olympus.' Malcom said. Everyone looked at him so he continued. 'Where else would be nearly as safe - it's probably the safest place in Greece for people trying to keep away from assassins, since it's so well defended.'

Athena nodded. 'I dislike it, but Malcom is correct. Olympus is the only place that will be safe for you. The problem is getting you there without anyone knowing. Even Olympus will not be completely safe if the wrong people find out where you are.'

She paused for a moment to create a plan in her head. 'This is what will happen. You will leave Athens at nightfall today as there is no time to waste. Nobody outside this room is to even know you are leaving, let alone where you are going. All five of you will head to Mount Olympus - any more could arouse suspicion, however any less will be too dangerous, in case you are attacked. Before you leave I will use the mist to create four groups, identical to yours, who will be used to lead anyone who could be watching any of the gates to follow them. These mist groups will disappear as soon as they are captured or "killed" or after 48 hours. You will leave after the mist group leaving from the North Gate has left, from the same gate. I will make sure trustworthy people are on guard there. Take horses to speed you on your way, I believe it will take you a week to reach Mount Olympus from here.'

Athena's plan was, of course, faultless, however there was one thing still on my mind. 'Why would people be targeting daughters of Athena?' I asked.

'I do not know,' Athena replied curtly, before leaving the room. I knew she hated not knowing things, even more than I did.

'Well,' said Albert, standing up. 'If we are going to be leaving tonight we better start getting ready. I'll sort out five horses; Malcom, get our clothes and stuff together, you know where they are; Stephan, get food and that kind of thing; Piper, get clothes and things for you and Annabeth...' Albert hesitated when he looked at me. 'You better stay out of sight, the less people who see you, the better. Meet back here as soon as everything is ready.'

I nodded and sat back down as everyone else filed out. I got Albert's reasoning, but I hated feeling useless, like someone else had to look after me. I wanted to be out there, doing something, but instead I was stuck in a small, windowless room while everyone else was busy around me, with nothing to do but mourn my dead sisters.

Piper came back first, which I was glad about. 'I told my dad I was going to be gone for a few weeks, and not to worry,' she told me when she came into the room.

I suddenly realised that in all the drama I had completely forgotten that my father would be worrying about me as well. He would have been told about the daughters of Athena being killed in the temple, and probably assumed I was dead, and I was just about to disappear for weeks, maybe even months. I didn't have the best relationship with my father, but I still didn't want him to think I was dead. Piper must have sensed my mood, because she told me 'It's probably best for your father to not know where you are, at least for now. When people work out you are still alive, they will come looking for your father. The less he knows, the better.'

'I know, and it's not like I see him much anyway. I just wish-' I didn't finish my thought.

'Anyway,' said Piper brightly, 'you should probably get changed.' She showed me the clothes she had picked out for me to travel in.

Piper's choice of clothes is always practical above beautiful, and today she didn't disappoint. I swapped my white dress for simple, black leggings and a silver coloured tunic, finished with a grey cloak with a hood I could pull low over my face to allow me to blend in with the public in the streets or a dark night. I slid my dagger - my personal choice of weapon - into my belt, where it could be concealed by my cloak. Piper's outfit was similar to mine, although she kept her scruffy white tunic. Her knife was tucked in one side of her belt, while she kept a jagged bronze sword in the other, which was her preferred weapon. I tied my curly blonde hair into a low ponytail. Although I had blonde hair rather than the darker colour of most children of Athena, I shared the stormy grey of most of my siblings. I liked them because they were fierce and I could give people good 'death looks' if they tried to mess with me. I practiced one on Piper when she told me 'You know, maybe people will be too busy celebrating your death to notice you aren't actually dead.' She poked her tongue out at my death stare.