would first like to start off this chapter, thanking a special friend of mine, who I introduced to fanfiction. Wassup RR220! Anyway, this chapter will be sorta short, because I need to do a lot of homework. Also, I'm going to let you know now that Nico is the only guy I'm going to do a P.O.V. in, because girls have far better grammar than dudes. No offense. :P

Annabeth P.O.V.

I was absolutely enjoying my Visitation Day with Percy. Piper and Jason were talking with Leo and Reyna, and Thalia and Nico had gone up to their dorm. So I decided to show Percy some of the paintings in the art room, after all, he barely got a chance to see them during the beginning of the period.

We walked over to the gallery, and I noticed that my Aphrodite painting was up. I made a beeline toward it, and Percy quickly joined me in front of it. He gazed at it for a moment before speaking.

"Is that… me? As a girl I mean. 'Cause I'm not female," he rushed to say, correcting himself. I nodded at him thoughtfully, thinking of whether I should speak or not. Finally I made up my mind, and spoke.

"This is how I see Aphrodite, and I've always thought it was because I love you. But now I'm wondering…" I paused for a moment before whispering, "If perhaps I'm seeing her like this from love for a future daughter."

Percy was shocked speechless for a moment, but then he groaned and frowned at me.

"Seriously Annabeth! Why did you need to bring up that subject?! Now I owe the Stolls ten drachmas, each." He took out his wallet, and started counting 20 drachmas. I felt bad for him for a second, but then the dots connected, and I grew angry.

"Excuse me," I spoke icily to Percy, who took in my sudden mood swing with wide eyes. "I may or may not be correct on this theory, but did you bet with the Stolls on who would be the first to bring up the topic of me getting pregnant?" Percy gulped and started stuttering.

"I…you…Travis did it!" I didn't lower my glare, and he cowered under its power. He tried speaking again, this time not trying to deny that he did it.

"Sorry?" It came out more as a question than an apology, but I decided I had demonstrated my authority enough, and forgave him.

"You are such a Seaweed Brain," I said rolling my eyes. Percy grinned at me knowing he was forgiven, but I had more questions for him.

"Now then…What other bets have you made with the Stolls about me." Percy smiled at me and opened his mouth, before sprinting down the hall as fast as he could. I rolled my eyes at him, thinking one thing. Boys.

That was when I saw them. Mrs. McGumry and that Goth girl who hated my guts were talking. What was her name again? Oh, right. Spyrite. She was in my art class, and she was quite good. Not only that, but I was pretty sure she was a demigod, most likely Dionysus, since she had violet eyes. I was jerked back to reality as Spyrite began to talk to Mrs. McGumry.

"This is the painting I made of home, Grandma. And this is the painting I made of my old friends. And this is the self portrait I drew," Spyrite said, gesturing to three paintings hung up in a neat row. Then she started pulling Mrs. McGumry along the passage leading to the dorm I shared with her and Thalia.

As soon as they were gone, I walked over to the three paintings, curious to see Spyrite's old home and friends. As I looked up into the painting she made of her home, I noticed several things that were wrong.

First of all, it wasn't even a town, or house. It was a small sunlit clearing that had to have been in some forest. Second, it was way too perfect. The grass was impossibly green, with flowers speckling it. A large ivory rock lay in the center of it, and the third thing wrong with the picture was on it. A mud-colored dragon.

I stared at it for a moment more, before I had drained it of all the information it could give me. The answer I got; nothing. Instead I was left with even more questions about the mysterious Goth.

I then moved onto the next picture, the one featuring Spyrite's friends. This one had dragons in it too. The mud-colored dragon was there, with another dragon with similar coloring. But it was the other dragons that dominated the picture and caught the eye. There were four other dragons each colored differently, and shimmering in the painted light.

First was a dragon the color of my eyes, gray, which had its eyes colored stormy blue. It had small spikes running up and down its back, in five rows. Its paws were clawed, but were quite big compared to that of the other dragons in the picture. Its head was looking toward the next dragon, in an almost longing expression.

That dragon was crimson, with gold speckling its coat. It was grinning at the mud-colored dragon from the first picture, showing rows of sparkling white teeth. It was quite sleek, and had smoke pouring from its nostrils, the only dragon to do so.

The next dragon was blue. A dark blue, with streaks running along its scales, streaks the color of Percy's eyes. Its tail was curved skyward behind it, reminding me of cursive Ss.

The last dragon had a familiarity to it, and I quickly realized why. It had Thalia's electric blue eyes. It was light blue, and had this sort of shy aura to it.

They were all inhumane, and sort of frightened me. Me, of all people! A demigod who survived Gaea and Kronos, afraid of a painting. Yet I was, and moved on to look at Spyrite's last painting, her self-portrait.

It was the mud-colored dragon from the two other paintings, yet now it was like the other four dragons from painting two. Shiny and majestic, yet it looked sadder, more scared. And I realized what was different. It wasn't mud-colored anymore. It was black, with dark violet speckled across its brow, and down its back. And it's eyes. They were violet.

They were the eyes of Spyrite.

Wow. That took so long. I'm such a terrible author. :( I'm sorry every one. I promise to update once a week, or sooner, if I can. Well, see you soon!