Please Note: I was TiffanyPariseau, but I've changed to AnneBoleyn1. I do not own PJO, Rick Riordan does. This is just a FanFic! And I must say, Anna certainly has the best writing skills I've ever read from a minor! I myself am a minor, but she certainly makes me question my talent. This is Chapter 3. Enjoy! Please Review!

Chapter Three

Annabeth's POV

Oh. My. Gods.

I felt my belly, still flat as a pancake, as I went to my cabin. I could hardly accept the fact that a child grew inside me. A child that would destroy everything as we knew it. Percy had run away at the hearing of Rachel's prophecy. No one knew where he had gone. Not even Grover, his best friend, who we had found making out with Juniper in the woods.

My hands were shaking as I entered my cabin, hoping nobody else knew. But my cabin was empty. I lay on my bed, throwing my softball and catching it over and over. I hated my life. I'd let Percy trick me into a little game earlier today and look what had happened. Instantaneous, unwanted baby, who would kill everything.

As I threw the ball again, something stopped my rapid thinking. The ball was hanging in midair. And then appeared my mother, regal in gray battle armor. Her stone gray eyes portrayed anger, and her lips were thin with worry. I dared not speak.

"Daughter, rise." She said, her voice showing the utmost concern. "We have much to speak of." So we walked about Camp, everyone staring. Even Chiron stopped to bow to the Goddess of War and Wisdom.

"You are with child," My mother stopped and touched my belly. "It will be female. And as much as I hate you for you to be with that son of seaweed, I must endure." My mother looked as if she were to cry, because gold formed at her eyelids. "I will be the first to be cast out. I have no fear but for you, my dear child."

"Mother, maybe it will change. We might be able to raise her against it. Kronos will not be back." I tried desperately to reassure her, but I knew nothing could be done.

"I must go now, Annabeth. You must tell Chiron. Find Percy. And you must not trust Zeus." And in gray dust, my mother disappeared. I looked behind me, and there was Chiron. His look told me he knew.

"You are pregnant," he said, in a frown I had never seen before. "You and Percy shall pack your bags and leave at dawn." And in a flash he left, too. I was completely alone.