A/N: Hello, and thank you for all of the reviews. They are very much appreciated. I'm guessing this story will end up being about 20-30 chapters, judging by what I have so far.

May 31st, 1999

He walked down the aisle, the whole time looking at his soon- to- be wife, Helen. She looked so perfect in her white dress.

In her seat at the front row of the church, Annabeth, who was sitting next to her cousin Magnus, was glaring at him with her arms crossed. The almost first grader still wasn't exactly happy about what was going to happen today.

He finally reached the altar, where he would say his wedding vows, and leave married.

"Do you," said the priest. "Frederick Robert Chase, take you, Helen Marie Brown, to be your wife.

Do you promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. And love and honor her all the days of her life?"

"I do." he said, listening to the priest read the same vows for Helen.

"You may now kiss the bride."

And at that, Annabeth started to cry.

She didn't speak to him for two weeks after that. Not even when they boarded the plane for Frederick and Helen's honeymoon, which Annabeth was coming for. Now the normal Annabeth would have been stating random facts about whatever she saw. Not this Annabeth. She just sat and stared at him, with those haunting gray eyes. And when she finally talked, it was to correct her father on the plane ride home.

"No." she said. "The War of 1812 ended on December 24, 1814, not December 23."

Frederick sighed. "I'm sorry. I suppose I forgot about the one day difference."

"Well." said Annabeth, her gray eyes flashing dangerously. "If you have to talk, you better make sure your facts are right. Otherwise, there isn't a point, and it's just really stupid. As said by Gloria Naylor, life is too short to explain the obvious to an idiot."

And with that, she started to sob relentlessly. And all Frederick could do was stare.

"Oh Annabeth," he whispered. "What have we done?"

—-

Annabeth was barely six when the first monster showed up. Normal weapons did nothing to hurt it. The only thing that worked was a small, rusty looking, golden hammer that Frederick had found on a hike through the woods one day. To Helen, the monster looked like a wolf. But Frederick and Annabeth were able to see it as it really was: a fury.

After that, the tension between Helen and Annabeth grew even more.

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A month or so later, Helen began getting sick a lot, and had a few weird food cravings. Frederick only knew what was to come.

A/N: Please review! You can expect the next update by Saturday! (Probably)

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-lunarchroniclesandcockatiels