The fact that it seemed so natural to see her twirling around the training field should have scared me. She was only seven but could wield riptide as well as I could, that made me smile. My little girl. As smart as her mother, yet just like me in every other way.
I remember when Annabeth told me she was pregnant. I cried. How could we bring a child into this world? Surely the gods would use them as another piece in their game. The child of two of the best hero's this century had seen.
Yet, they hadn't. Oh they tried, yes they tried, but one look from me stopped them. I knew with just one look I swore to rip them apart limb by limb, and they got the message. My child, my little girl, was not a piece in their game!
But we still took her to camp. It's where she was born. Annabeth never trusted mortal doctors and wanted the Apollo children to deliver her child, so they did. The camper loved her, and all wanted to help with her. We spent our summers at camp, and the school year with my mom. Annabeth wanted to finish school, but I want to work, so mom all but forced us to stay with her. She wanted the girls close. My sister and daughter were only a year part.
Mom was so happy. Said she didn't care how young we were mentally we had grown up fast. It was time to rest. She cried when we moved out five years later. But she understood Annabeth had finished school and found work in near her cousin, Magnus. She still calls every night. Lily, my little girl, calls her aunt every other night.
Beth spends her time working. We worked it out so that I stayed home with Lily. She was six when the first monster attack happened. I was fighting it off when I lost my sword. Her little hands picked it up so fast and she charged a cry of "Not my daddy," heard for miles. I stared training her that night. The night of her first kill, a hellhound, Annabeth was so scared.
Now she faced Nico under my watchful eye and won. My daughter had my blade to his neck eyes trained on his as he lost. I knew even if the gods did come for her she would be fine. She was the best of both her mother and I.
"Very good Lily. Come on let's go get you a sword of your own now." I called to her. Her eyes met mine with a joy that might worry some parents when it came to swords, but I was proud. She would be just fine.