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Sorry I haven't updated for a few months, a friend died. I was a mess and so was his girlfriend, well they weren't official but..., So sorry.

Warning: THERE IS A MEANTION OF JASPER IN HERE.

P.s. this chapter took at least a month for me to write, love it or else.

Chapter Six

Annabeth was a young girl with a determined mind. Which is why when it was almost three in the afternoon she bolted out of castle without any one knowing.

People had heard of the attack on Sparta and everyone knew that the royals were to be guarded. Annabeth got away as quickly as she from those Lucas' precious guards. Although it had only been a day since Perseus had even touched her, her heart still remained in the same speedily beat. She walked to the town since her horse had been taken because of any precaution. Those stupid jesters she thought.

The town was barren when she walked in from the entrance, making it so silent that she was afraid if she walked and then something would rip her throat out for it. Her dress made a swishing sound which only made the silent walkway even more torturing. She walked with hawk eyes, almost seeing every moving thing in view. Then something moved in the fog.

A woman, with tear stains around her eyes. It was the same woman that Annabeth had met right before she went onto balcony. The same fierce brown eyes, long brown hair in a same tight braid. "What are you doing here, princess?" she said, approaching Annabeth.

Annabeth thought for a minute. "I was meeting-"

"Oh yes," she said walking, Annabeth took a dare and followed her, "Perseus was getting worried. He said that when you two were younger that you were came earlier to everything."

"Well," Annabeth said. She had to stop there, with nothing else to say. She followed Reyna, making a makeshift wall around herself. Now she had another wall, adding to the many walls she already had.

"Be careful we're you walk, princess." Reyna said, stopping her from falling off an edge of a step, "There are steps here in town."

Annabeth know that there were steps in town, she knew of steps anyway. They walked down the steps, slowly yet fast enough for Annabeth to slip at the last step. Her face met the ground, dirt entering her mouth. She pushed herself up off the ground, only to see Reyna standing there like nothing had happened. Wiping the dirt off her skirt and hands, she gave Reyna a look that asked why she didn't help. "If you want a relationship with Peruses, you will need to a tough woman." she walked away, with Annabeth following.

They walked for what seemed for an hour, more or less. The market place came into view with its abandoned tables and coins. "Why did everyone leave?" Annabeth asked, curious enough to ask.

"There were rumors that the pirates had caused the fire in Sparta," Reyna said, fingers tracing the edge of the abandoned tables, "and the people thought the rumors were true and ran away. To their families country houses I guess. Now come along I need to get myself back home."

They reached the docks after a few minutes of silence, Reyna left Annabeth before Annabeth could ask a question. The Blackjack, Annabeth thought, now I have to find the Blackjack. Boats were suiting on the waters, every boat a different name. The Blackjack was a black ship with no flag. She stood in front of it, just feeling the company of the boat. Standing on the side of the boat's edge was a man with black hair.

The man's had an odd aura; she looked at him and knew he was trouble. Black eyes, black hair, and black tattoos that ran up his neck and onto his face. A snake ran up snaked around his neck making it look like he was being strangled by a cobra. Other tattoos raked up his cheeks, ending where his coal black eyes were. "Oh," he said, throwing shivers around her, "well who do we have here?" he looked more closely and saw a princess. A whistle was thrown into the air, "The princess is here Captain!"

Then the edge of the boat surrendered to twenty or more men and one Captain.

The man with black hair and coal eyes raised his eyebrow when the Captain smiled at Annabeth.


Piper wasn't always nervous but when she was it was because of Jason. They knew each other and so did Leo and Hazel and Frank and the list go on and on. She knew that Jason was coming sometime in the present week. She didn't know he was coming on the day she was serving food.

An alliance was trying to be formed between the Romans and Greeks. The day of disaster the people had called it.

Roman soldiers on horses arrived when Piper looked out the window, which worried her. She ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Hazel?" she asked the air.

Hazel jumped out of nowhere, which just happen to be behind the counter. She scared everyone with her small figure. Her hair bounced in the bun on her head. "Yes?" she asked putting a pile of plates on the table, "I was stacking plates in the cabinets if you were wondering-"

"There are roman soldiers outside!" Piper whisper-shouted.

Hazel's gold eyes were small yet big and one sentence could make the moon look small. "Really?"

Piper nodded and then the bell rang. One was for food, two for an intruder, and three for a guest. They would go outside and pay their respects by coming outside and bowing to them or shake hands or talk or basically anything. One ring, two rings, three rings. Guests were here.

They both ran outside to the front, where the other servant girls were. Lucas raised his eyebrow at the two girls, which basically said that they were late. Romans soldiers and horses rallied up in the front. The servant boys took hold of horses' reins after the roman soldiers jumped off. One of the Romans was the Emperor in a white toga and a leather belt strapped around his waist, a gold sword put in its sheath. Piper almost made a squeaking sound in the back of her throat.

It was Jason, the blonde and blue eyed man she knew from childhood. His freckles were gone, which was the same from the last time she him which was a year ago. He hopped off his horse, giving the reins to a redheaded little boy. He had leather sandals and a leather strap across his chest to keep his toga up.

Hazel eyes got bigger than the sun when a man, who looked more Chinese then Roman, jumped off his horse. Frank, Piper thought, that little Chinese baby man. His black hair was touching his ears and his eyes were brighter then the last time Piper had seen him, which was almost thirteen years ago. Hazel and Piper bowed when the Romans entered the stairs.

"Emperor Jason, we are lucky to see you here." Lucas said, shaking Jason's hand.

Jason smiled, "I am just as lucky as you are Lucas."

Out of the corner of Piper's eyes she Jason looking at her and Frank to Hazel. She blushed at the Emperor while they entered the castle.

They ate dinner that night, while Piper brought out the food. Once Piper got to back to her room, a small thing with a small bed and small everything, she just wanted to breathe. A breath was taken from her when two hands wrapped around her stomach and collarbone. A gasp was spoken when she felt a body behind her that had the most blue she had ever in his blue eyes. "Piper," he said, breath she told herself, breath, "it's been a while."

Amity The Only Pickpocketier,

Have a good day My Beautiful and Handsome Readers.