A/N: The chapters with only one person found are always going to be short with minimal dialogue, that's just how they're happening. :)

This chapter is dedicated to Son of Whitebeard , who seemed to like the dimension travel from the last one. :) Hope you enjoy this as well.

The Pearl

Kaity Keenan was a well-known actress and model. She starred in many stage-to-screen musicals and was regularly on the cover of so many fashion magazines one could hardly go past a magazine rack anywhere without seeing her. So when she appeared in public wearing a dark red glass pendant with the imprint of lips in it, their little group had quite the problem.

"There's no way we'll be able to get to her," Trevor muttered. "On top of being famous, she's , like, eighteen. She's not gonna listen when a bunch of fourteen and fifteen-year-olds tell her she's the immortal goddess of love and beauty."

"That depends," Athena said, scowling at the screen. "Is this woman very egotistical?"

Sometimes Artemis forgot that small detail of his sister not actually being human, but rather, an Aeri. She had not grown up in human culture, and as such, did not know much about celebrities. Not that Artemis payed much attention to that stuff, but one could hardly be a socialite if they didn't at least keep tabs on people like Kaity Keenan. "Her public persona is a little full of herself, yes," he said in response. "But if the necklace works as Ethan's and Erica's did, we shouldn't have a problem."

"Sure," Trevor said, rolling his blue eyes. "Ethan and Erica, who lived on a farm near Dublin. And one of whom was the god of telling the future. This is Kaity Keenan, who lives in a freaking mansion in the English countryside."

"And who has a fashion show in Dublin this weekend," Athena interjected. "A coincidences, perhaps; or maybe magic."

Though magic was the wrong word for it, Artemis let it stand. There really was no better one.

"So . . . what?" Trevor asked, sounding exasperated with his girlfriend. "One of us somehow ends up backstage and explains things to her and/or gets ahold of that pendant?"

"I can do it," Athena said. "I can change my appearance enough to get backstage after the show."

Artemis shook his head. His sister was confident, one had to give her that. Still . . . "It may be a little more complicated," he warned. "Miss Keenan is eighteen, an adult. It may be more difficult to convince her than it was to convince Erica and Ethan. The fact that Ethan has . . . future-telling dreams made it even easier."

"It'll be fine, brother. You worry too much. But if it makes you feel better, you can take Ethan and Erica to the back door and wait for me after the show's done."

"Where is the show?"

"The H.J. Cook fashion center, where else?"

Artemis shrugged as they entered his study. "I'll contact our archers then. Give them the time and place," he murmured, tugging the cord of his necklace over his head to let the pendant dangle over his chest.

. . .

Slipping backstage after the fashion show had been ridiculously easy. Athena had used a small strain of her magic to straighten and lighten her naturally waves dark-brown hair before pulling it up into a ponytail. That, combined with the black clothes, side bag, and the walkie-talkie clipped onto her belt made her into a crow among peacocks, a shadow, nothing worth noticing. Her pendant was tucked into the belt-pouch at her left hip, there if it was needed, which it probably would be.

Kaity Keenan was in semi-normal clothes by the time Athena saw her, and flocked by makeup artists and a few of the designers' students. Athena melted back into the shadows, waiting. Eventually, the crowd thinned and Kaity was able to extract herself with a few, well-placed words. Athena slipped after her.

In the end, it took Athena putting on her own pendant and becoming a physical goddess to convince Kaity Keenan that she wasn't crazy. The woman had seemed excited about the 'looking like a goddess' thing; Athena had to impress upon her how important it was that she not wear the pendant any more than she had too. The pale, slim, blonde woman was a little too interested in her own appearance and the fact she was a goddess for Athena's liking. Still, if she had been chosen, she had to be discreet enough. They could really only hope.