It story part deux! (You lucky ducks! Or not… how presumptuous is it to assume that you liked it… wow arrogant much!) So yes, this is an immediate sequel (chronologically speaking)…. Also, I apologize for errors (grammatically) as my crap skills in such dark arts only get worse as the night goes on!

After Thalia, Nico, and I left my room, we went to collect the kids and soon were on our way to Camp Half-Blood. It was decided that Thalia would shadow travel with Nico and I would drive myself and the kids. (There just wasn't enough room in my car for all six of us.) Either way, we set off promising to see each other again in thirty minutes, leaving me time to think in the car.

The drive was unusually quiet as the three kids in the backseat remained either asleep or just oddly solemn. I wondered if they realized that today was the anniversary of Percy's death (three years to the day) or if they knew that's what this trip was about. Every once and a while I would catch Sofia looking at me through the rear view mirror, her startlingly gray eyes showing age far beyond her ten years. Dylan, however, seemed to be avoiding my eyes as much as possible, choosing the passing scenery instead. As he was the eldest, he had taken his father's passing the hardest. Then there was Andrew, only two months past his eighth birthday. Since he had been five when his dad died, she worried the most about him, about how little he would know of who his dad was. It's like she had said in her room, it just wasn't fair.

After what seemed like an inordinately short amount of time, I could see the familiar pine tree that seemed to have a gold blanket on one of its branches; this was, of course, the Golden Fleece Percy and I got on our second quest together. As I looked at the tree I realized that I might not be able to do this. That maybe I shouldn't be here at camp, I mean I'm not even at the border yet and I'm thinking about him. Unfortunately, just I was seriously considering turning around, Nico and Thalia, who were both at the top of the hill, caught sight of my car and I knew there would be no turning around now.

They came out to meet me and the kids and we were soon on our way up the hill. Once we were inside the camp, I was ambushed by Grover, his wife Juniper, and Chiron.

"Annabeth," Grover bleated, to which I smiled. He hugged me fiercely and then proceeded to look at Dylan, Sofia, and Andrew.

"Gods, Annabeth! Your kids are getting do old!" he said.

I just smirked and replied, "Why don't you try talking to them?" Then I introduced them, but this time watching Chiron's face. In a matter of seconds countless emotions passed over his wise face, the most prominent being sadness but also pride.

"It is always nice to see you Annabeth," Chiron paused looking down at me, "it's been a very long time." I just looked down, feeling slight shame over just how long it had been. I probably hadn't seen him since Percy's funeral.

"Can we go check out camp Mom?" Dylan asked, his sea-green eyes shining at the thought. I told them yes, but to be careful around the training grounds. With that I watched the three go, heading straight for cabin 3. The rest of us decided to head toward the big house so we could catch up.

"I seriously can't believe how grown up Dylan is," Grover repeated, he was smiling, but it never really reached his eyes.

"Yes, it's quite remarkable how time flies," Chiron commented, "though I do wonder how affected they are by their godly relations? I only ask because there are so few children of two demigods." I winced as he said that, taking a sip of the cup of tea I got when we had first sat down.

"Well for Dylan, he does seem to display above normal intelligence, though perhaps not as much as direct children of Athena. Sofia, on the other hand, is probably Athena in everything but looks. But for Andrew, he's a bit too young to tell at the moment." I sipped my tea again, letting my mind wander to memories of my children. There was the time that Sofia read her first sentence aloud, she was a month shy of her first birthday, she then proceeded to try and write. Percy had said it was adorable, thanking the gods their children seemed to be getting their mother's intelligence. And then when Dylan was one he…

"And any power over water?" It was Grover this time, who interrupted my daydreams.

"Well like I said, Sofia really did seem to pick up on the Athena side of the family, but both Dylan and Andrew seem to have something of Poseidon. It doesn't work every time, but they both seem to have a certain imperviousness to getting wet. Plus, there was this one time in a pet shop where Percy used to swear Dylan talked to a fish," I smiled, remembering my husband's excitement that day, "but if either of them can actually move water, I haven't seen it."

"What about their scent?" Chiron asked, genuine interest coloring his tone.

"Oh well for that, I'm clueless," I could feel a frown playing upon my lips, "The problem is that they're almost always with me, so when a monster attacks, not that there are that many, it's hard to say what smell they are attracted to. Though I suppose it will become more apparent when they get a little older, or, should it happen, they really come into their powers."

At that moment Dylan came racing into the house and breathlessly said, "Mom, we were at the beach and," he had to stop to catch his breath, "they… they… um… well there was this flash and they… they just appeared. They said they knew who we were and then the man, there's a man and a woman… I mean not that either of them seemed like normal," his eyes got very big for a moment, "I… um… where was I? Oh, right, so the man, he turned to me and said I was supposed to come and get you… that they needed to speak to you. He said, well he said it was a family visit."

"Thank you Dylan, I think I know who it is. I assume Andrew and Sofia are still down at the beach?" I asked my son, trying to assess his condition. I decided he was just a bit shaken, but should be fine. Then again, if it's the two I think it is, I'm almost impressed he hasn't collapsed.

"Yes," he said sheepishly, "they seemed safe enough. I…"

I cut him off, "you did the right thing," and as I walked out I cupped his cheek, "Do you want to stay here? The tea is wonderful," I looked into his eyes and he nodded. Then I left the big house, preparing myself for my meeting with two gods, and while I had my suspicions on which two, you could just never be sure with gods.

OOOhhh! Mystery! Or not, again, who am I to judge your reactions through a computer screen… Nobody, that's who! Actually I don't believe that… I'm afflicted with unhealthy amounts of self-love... Don't worry though, that's a problem for my therapist… Anyway, here part deux, hope you enjoyed it! Peace! -Jenson