This chapter goes to elmodahorse, again (wooh!). She knows her Percy Jackson! Anyway, I do not own Percy Jackson, or any other character, and I did not create this fanfiction, for sapphire-zebra did. Anyway, onward to the story!

Annabeth's POV

Annabeth raised her arms triumphantly above her head. That morning, and every morning since this young maiden turn sixteen, she would speak in front of any women daring enough to listen. Her audience, an assembly consisting of half of the village's female population, filed behind the dark corners of this back alley–careful not to attract the attention of the Enforcers. Annabeth continued her philosophical speech, with her audience hanging on a tight thread. Her audience members were growing rebellious as they listened passionately. The fire in their eyes intensified and Annabeth thought–just maybe Annabeth wasn't alone.

What made Annabeth's words so powerful was the topic it was challenging. Annabeth brought attention to the problems of being a woman in Greece during the Men's Era. This attention caused unwanted–from all those who held power–strife to build in the village of Olympia. Annabeth wasn't fearful of the Enforcers; they were cold, heartless war men who held the power to publically torment all those thought to bring down the power of men. Annabeth, being on the way top of their potential threats list, had been flagged twice since her sixteenth birthday two moon cycles prior. Annabeth was forced to endure multiple punishments for: disruption of public conduct and the serious offense of heresy(or crimes against the Greek Church).

However, Annabeth would shrug it off. Only she truly understood the pain of fighting back; but as time got worst and it became unbearable to live her life in Greece, Annabeth couldn't dwindle away… no, she couldn't. She fought back–stronger than ever before. Annabeth took her position in front of everyone, standing on a crate once filled to the wooden brim with imported goods and Annabeth held her fist proudly in the air. "I am woman!"

Cheers erupted as onlookers followed her example. Annabeth waited, she always ended her speech with the same question raising, philosophical thoughts. "We are women… are we not?" Annabeth questioned the group of ladies standing on the streets below her.

"We are!" the crowd yelled back in response. The back alley couldn't hide cheers of that level; she knew Enforcers would be making an unwanted appearance soon. Annabeth was determined to protect her followers–most of whom, had people waiting for mother or sister or daughter to come back, in the small hopes that they would be unharmed.

Annabeth on the other hand, had none of that. She was a motherless child left to wonder who left on this Earth actually cared. Her "sisters", all younger, had far more vital things to care for; even if Annabeth wanted them to care, she couldn't make them. They weren't blood. They were merely tossed on the same street as Annabeth. Of course, Annabeth would take it upon herself to protect them, but she held no promise for them to do the equivalent in return.

"Then why are we not treated like women?" Annabeth couldn't contain the monstrous uproar. As Annabeth took to the village streets, she became equal to those women who mere seconds ago praised her. Away from the pedestal of the crate, Annabeth is only an unwanted child left on those exact streets to thrive alone. Annabeth back away from the applauding town's women and she disappeared under the comfort of her tearing black cloak.

The backstory of Annabeth isn't a long one, because not much is known about the inspirational leader. Her birthday, two moon cycles ago, may not even be her birthday. The ministry found her and her six sisters on the streets of Olympia and gave them each a new birth date; as well as some new hopes for the seven girls.

"Remove the hood." In no time at all, a sudden force restricted Annabeth from moving further; Annabeth knew, all too well, that looking the mysterious person in the eyes would end disastrous. Upon her first encounter with the Enforcers, Annabeth found that struggling not only makes them beatings longer, but also that it shows no self-empowerment on Annabeth's part. If Annabeth whimpered, all the more reason for the men to think her incapable and feeble.

Annabeth would get her words across Greece one way or another; whether it meaning pain, sweat, and tears or not. Her sisters didn't share her compulsion–only seeing the possibility the death instead of the overall concept. Sometimes that compulsion would grow to be too much, and if Annabeth would lash out–well, then she lashes out. Men lash out, so Annabeth would do the same–only, not as frequently or as quick–because Annabeth hadn't saw how one action could be down by one gender and not the other.

Two iron grips ripped the cloth covering off Annabeth's head and her control was higher than ever, making sure she stayed silent. "Can you not speak…" her hood was down and the Enforcer saw that he stopped the infamous Annabeth; he spat out his next word with venom and acid. "Woman."

Like Annabeth needed to be reminded that she was of the inferior gender.

The Enforcer took Annabeth in his grip by her cloak hood and with more power than necessary he thrust Annabeth to the wall. "Hood down… all the time." Annabeth watched from the streets, as the Enforcer walked towards the town center.

Annabeth picked herself up and rushed towards the town center. Prancing through town was the all-powerful rulers of Greece; the seven Kings. Following in sync behind their fathers, were the docile princes. The sons' obedience to their fathers ailed Annabeth; they were next in line. They had the power to change the way this village operated; and yet they didn't. Could they be oblivious to Annabeth, and all the other women's torturous lifestyle?

I know, I know, short chapter. But it's just that I couldn't do anything about it. Next chapter will come sooner than you think, in compensation for this one. Anyway, here are the questions.

-What is the name of Percy's Pegasus?

-What is Annabeth's fatal flaw?

-What is the first Great Prophecy (complete)?

Stay tuned for more Man's world! And remember to shampoo your squirrels!