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Alright…so here I go again…putting up another new story even though I haven't finished the other one but I will finish them! I must before 2012. :D Okay? I think this is an idea I wouldn't want to go to waste and wait in my to-be written pile (which I should say has no more space). Please tell me what y'all think P.S. this is my first time to write in this style.

ENJOY! HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT

~ A prophecy they fear come true, destruction to follow they must avoid. A face that could launch more ships Helen ever could, sacrificed. Being our own persons, their pawns, and their protectors, a blessing and a curse. Plans were only for those wise to follow and wise to disobey.

Chapter 1.

"No one shall know of this! Do this deed in silence and banish yourself from every hall that will recognize your face." Fire was gracing every surface present in Olympus. It was starting.

"Yes my lady." The servant agreed to his lady's request. Who is he to refuse a rare task from an immortal?

"You must go now! Act with haste!" the lady with long black hair partly covering her grey eyes.

The man went off and left Olympus. To a cave no one dared go to he went. With a dagger graced by the gods to kill both mortal and immortal alike in hand, a cry broke the air previously filled with echoes his conscience supplied. The child in his other hand wept. Its eyes let out tears that betrayed. She is supposed to be a warrior. A great one indeed she is destined to be. A hero to be envied looked up to, no question. Also, she possesses a face that could launch even more ships Helen ever could. With her grey eyes so tantalizing and her blonde hair, the perfect frame for her gentle but tough face, the immortals would fight to be her bride as much men will swoon at her feet a second.

The fates were never kind. Simple inanimate objects were never elements for their games and for their amusement must suffer even men not of conscious age.

The servant couldn't. Pleading eyes, how could she learn them at such an age? Was it instinct or maybe just because her mother was wisdom herself? She could survive at this rate, he thought. No one has to know, another side of him supplied. He forgot to remember the prophecy from the sun god. A foretelling so complex, no one could tell what will be the outcome when they will try to change it. The gravity of the situation was much to comprehend. The risks were ready to topple a series arranged like dominoes waiting to be played. Destruction was at its end, as if nobody knew.

"I am sorry little one." The servant took last one breath and raised the dagger above the child's head. As if waiting for its fate, she closed her eyes. As distance between the two elements in the person's hand was vanishing, a bright light temporarily blinded the to-be murderer or the puppet he would refer.

"Do not harm the child!" A crisp voice of a female commanded.

"I must! My lady commanded this child must be sent to Hades in a mortal way for she is a demigod." His voice cracked and his throat begged to be quenched at the very moment.

The lady who appeared had auburn hair and almost identical grey eyes spoke in a graceful voice, "I will take the child! GO! I will not harm you but do not show your face ever again. It is not right for me to interfere but my sister has gone far. One must not suffer for all if it is not their will, wouldn't you agree? I assure you that you will not be punished if you follow my request. Go and leave your dagger and the child on the ground."

He nodded and gently placed both babe and the weapon on the ground a few feet before the goddess. He stumbled on the way as he went and after a few moments, as if he never even existed.

"My Lady, this is the child of the prophecy foretold by your brother. Do you wish for her to be in the hunt still?" Zoe Nightshade, the goddess of the wild and the moon's lieutenant, appeared behind her.

"She cannot marry if she despises men, can she? A bride of a mortal she cannot be. Demigods, gods and especially titans could not capture her heart. We will raise her in our ways and I will claim her as my adopted daughter. No one must know of this child's true identity but this maiden is still to be treated like the hero she is destined to be." She said with ease and sureness in her voice was inspiring. She picked up the child and it mirrored the smiled on the goddess' face like it was thanking her.

"As you wish Lady Artemis, but an inquiry for the moment. What shall we call her?" The huntress picked up the dagger with one hand.

The moon goddess motioned for Zoe to give her the dagger. She tore a piece from her dress and wrapped the blade with the cloth before placing it on the baby's now wrapped chest.

"Annabeth…Annabeth Chase" she answered. The child giggled. A response to show her new fondness to her name, she beamed and let her own glow shine as she nestled in the goddess' arms.

The cave began to draw darkness in again like it was earlier as the immortal women went out and set camp in the woods they know. In their true home they know they were somehow at peace. They celebrated the child's arrival to their camp and set out tasks. One common goal they had in mind, to gain knowledge of the prophecy and her true destiny, an idea to be wiped away.

Olympus will never be the same. The glory that shone was never the same. Olympians and the minor gods and goddesses alike lived in a lie as of that moment. For the goddess proclaimed her new born dead, they rejoiced in the knowledge the prophecy will never reign. Destruction is not in their mind for a new era has begun. It ruled their hearts but a misfortune shall come without them being aware, unfortunately, not prepared.