Annabeth walked into the doctor's office and had an abortion. THE FREAKING END!

I'm kidding, guys! I just wanted to leave a cliffhanger for you. I am TOTALLY against abortion! It's evil and cruel and needs to be put to an end. Anyways…Thank you all for submitting names! I still need MORE! I have no idea why the heck I'm in such a hyper mood today. ...Possibly it has something to do with the fourteen chocolate bars I ate this morning...I don't know. It was probably the bag of sugar I ate for lunch. Eh. This hyper mood calls for...PANCHO THE MUSTACHE SMILEY FACE! "Pancho! Pancho, where are you?" :{) There he is!

Here's next chapter's preview: The ground opened up and I teetered on the edge of the grassy cliff. Below me, there was nothing but pitch black.

Please continue to submit names! Thanks! :{) *LOOK! There he is again!*


Artemis POV

The things I have resorted to are vial and titan-like. They diminish my outlook, they make me a poor role model for a my fellow hunters. But I have no choice.

The first step in my plan was making the gods believe that I was indeed against the unborn child of Annabeth and Perceus. "It is a foolish match," I voiced to Athena, who nodded her approval. "The child would surely be the cause of a great war," I agreed with Zeus.

There was only one flaw…and that was my twin brother. He pulled me aside after the meeting was adjourned. His sun-golden blonde hair was tussled in what I believe is called 'stylish'.

"Hey, sis. What's the prob? Don't you, like, represent babies and stuff? Besides, Percy's cool," ranted my irresponsible and somewhat less advanced brother, Apollo.

I crossed my arms and displayed my 'Poker Face'. I needed to keep my cover. "The best choice would be to destroy the child, dear brother. It would be senseless no to dispose of it, as it would only have a more gruesome death, thanks to the other monsters that would no doubt hunt it down," I replied.

Apollo raised a skeptical eyebrow and straightened his flashy tuxedo. "That's not like you," he said.

"Making practical decisions has always been one of my qualities. Seemingly, one that you lack," I retorted.

"Whoa, chill out, sis," snorted Apollo.

On that last sentence, I walked away. The next step was simple. I transformed into a pigeon, a truly distasteful creature, yet a common bird in the crowded cities of Manhattan. I flew up to perch on the fire escape belonging to Sally Jackson-Blofis and Paul Blofis.

Just as Percy's car pulled up below me, I let out an ear-piercing screech. Sally jumped off the couch and covered her ears with her hands. She banged on the door for a while and when I did not flee, she came out. I took the chance and entered her mind, with mine.

I sifted through her memories until I found the perfect one; the birth of Perceus. I tampered with it, pulling out events and replacing them with happenings that in fact, never happened. At last, I finished and released her mind.

Sally shook her head and reentered the apartment, muttering, "Stupid ol' bird." In no time, Sally, Perceus, Annabeth, Paul and young Kalissa were sitting together. I couldn't help but squawk with anticipation.

The moment finally came. Sally's mouth moved, silent words projecting throughout the room. .Kalissa laughed and Perceus blushed. Annabeth's face was showered in vivid horror.

I gently prodded the fear and waited as it made it's way to her heart. She clutched her stomach and motioned to the door. With sorrow weighing me down, I flapped my wings and soared down to perch on a telephone pole just over their car.

Annabeth walked down the steps, Perceus lugging boxes behind her. It was time to put the final step into motion.

The slender, pregnant blonde slipped into the car. No, I spoke inside her brain. You can't do this.

Annabeth's lips spoke the words I murmured in her mind. She climbed back out of the car and walked down the sidewalk.

The tears that glistened on her cheeks made me unsure of my actions. An in-depth pain gripped my gut and I recognized it instantly. Guilt. Regret.

Annabeth turned the corner. I could feel her thoughts. Find a doctor. Find a doctor. Abortion.

Maybe, as much as I hate to admit it, my childish brother was right. I am the goddess of infants and I am going against what I stand for. I am influencing an abortion. But I am doing the right thing, am I not? I am protecting everyone from the deathly powers the baby would possess.

I inhaled the gasoline scented air through my beak and darted down to the doorway of the apartment. There, I transformed into a young woman. My hair was black and frizzy. I wore thick, square glasses and a white trench coat.

With a snap of my fingers, I appeared in a doctor's office. I cleared my throat and passed through the petite waiting room. I tapped my long, red fingernails on the check-in counter.

"Vivian," I squeaked to the secretary. I briefly spiked her memory and she shivered.

"Oh, Dr. Moon," Vivian said sluggishly. "So good to see you." I nodded. "Yes, yes. Now, a nice pregnant woman's about to come in. Send her right to my office. Skip all the paperwork, alright?" "But-" "Skip the paperwork," I repeated.

"Okay." Vivian's eyes were glazed over. My powers were weakened and I was getting careless.

I pushed open the doors that lead to the little rooms and entered one. I slipped on gloves and plugged in the ultrasound. Ten minutes later, Vivian helped Annabeth into my room.

"Thanks, Viv," I said. "Hello, Ms. Chase! How are you?" Annabeth's complexion was pale and tears still moistened her cheeks. "Not so good. I'd like to get an abortion." The word stung like a bee's sting. I nodded and pretended to mark something on a clipboard. "Why's that?" I asked, tugging up her shirt and smoothing on the cool gel.

Annabeth turned to face the wall, wincing from the cold goop. "I just…I can't do it." I rubbed the stick monitor over her protruding bellybutton. A blurred picture came into focus on the screen. You could see the head. Tiny feet and nubs at the ends of tiny arms appeared.

Annabeth covered her mouth and choked out a sob. "Oh, my gods." I looked away from the monitor. I can't do this. I tear off my trench coat. "Annabeth?" I said gently.

She nods absentmindedly. I snap my fingers and turn back into the form most fitted for this situation. A glowing woman in her midtwenties, with ebony hair woven into a braid and a silver toga.

"Artemis?" she screamed.

I took her hand in mine. "Annabeth, you must have this child."" "W-what?" she gasped.

"Every monster and god will be out to kill your daughter. But you mustn't let that stop you. You are strong. You are brave. You can do this!" I told her. I closed my eyes and waved my hand over the expanded flesh of her abdomen. "I, Artemis, bless this infant with the ability of swift movement. She will be agile, like a fox. Swift, like a falcon." Annabeth shook her head in disbelief. I clasped her hands more tightly. "You must protect her!" I growled. "You must!"

With that, I left the confused and terrified young woman to weep into the folds of her sweater.