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Once the shock wore off, Annabeth rushed to her room. "What are you doing?" Percy asked, not far behind her. The blonde was face first under their bed, and then pulled out a suitcase. She reached under the bed again to take out another suitcase, and then he realized what she was doing. "You can't be serious," he started as she searched for any discarded drachmas. "Chiron said we could bring Charlie to camp anytime we want, now help me get ready," she commanded, still on her hands and knees. "We can solve this ourselves; he'll never be the same if-" "Okay then, lets, all alone, delve into things we have no freaking idea about while our four year old son has dreams of things occurring in the life of the deceased right-hand man of Kronus!" Annabeth snapped, now face to face with her husband. They glared at each other till Percy gave in. "I just wanted to wait a few years until we told him. You did too." He's right Annabeth told herself. They had both agreed that Charlie deserved a regular childhood; that they should put off telling him of his Olympian heritage. It was hard enough as it was; the scent of two powerful demigods caused some close calls. If Charlie went back to Camp Halfblood, it would be impossible to go back to whatever normal lifestyle he had. Annabeth couldn't believe herself. She was being impulsive, dramatic, short-minded, and everything else that she wasn't. Her mind wanted to agree with Percy, but inside her gut she had to have faith in her intentions. "Please trust me; I know what I'm doing." She said, knowing full well that last part was a lie. Percy sighed and started to help the daughter of Athena pack.
"Wow! Those horses are flying! Hey! Mommy, daddy, look! That kid has a sword! On fire! Can I play with it? The butter knife thing won't ha- is that a donkey person?" Charlie wildly pointed at everything that came into sight, tugging his dad's pants leg every five seconds. The family of three walked to the Big House after arriving at Long Island the next morning. "I'll answer your questions," Percy offered, crouching down to him at the blue trimmed porch. "But you have to be polite. If you feel like running around or asking a question, count to 35 in Greek." The toddler pouted but agreed. The family walked inside and was greeted by a young lady and Chiron, hooves and all. "Oc- WHOA! You're half horse! How can that happen? Hey mommy is it like one of those robots at Disneyland?" he inquired, knocking on Chiron's leg, expecting a clang. The mentor looked down at him amusingly, and then turned his head over to the young woman next to him. "Laura, will you show this little boy around?" She nodded, held his hand, and walked outside, Percy, Annabeth, and Chiron close behind. "Cute boy," Chiron commented, Charlie and Laura skipping to the cabins while the other three stood on the porch. Annabeth felt pure bliss or a few seconds, and then stress crept back onto her face. "Chiron… Have you ever seen this happen before?" She asked, not having to explain what 'this' was. He shrugged his shoulders and said it was probably just a demigod dream. "The trip wasn't a waste of time though," He assured them, noticing sudden guilt in their eyes. "His scent won't increase that much, considering how much halfblood stench you both already have, and he'll be more prepared for combat now that he-," the centaur dropped mid-sentence with a wide look of fear. The couple looked in field, and then they too were paralyzed in shock. Three old women were knitting large blue socks, all looking directly at Charlie. Then the woman in the middle cut the electric blue yarn, echoing a bone chilling snip all across camp.