The darkness swirls around its feet, mist inching up its legs.

"The child grows." It hisses, its voice dripping with anger and disgust. "I want it. Whoever brings me the child will be handsomely rewarded." Chatter rises above the dancing mist, excited.

"We shall get it master." They all shriek with a dangerous joy.

"Do anything you must. But do not hurt the girl who is carrying the child, but anyone else who gets in your way, kill them." It laughs a high-pitched, maniacal laugh and the creatures at its feet go berserk. It ducks behind its giant throne into the shadows, a pile of bones twisted into an ornate chair with black kudzu intertwining it's way to the top. On top, a human skull, bleached with age, sits. Red rubies sit in the orbitals, a look of dangerous determination dancing in them, just like its invisible master. The skull lets out a squeal of delight as a child is throne to the ground in front it.

"Where am I?" She squeaks. "I want my mummy. Are you my mummy?" She wails. The master, invisible in the shadows behind the throne, chuckles, the deep sound echoing off of the cave walls.

"I am not your mummy, child." It laughs. "But I have children too."

"Will you help me find mine?" The girl asks, shrinking away from the cold voice.

"I'm sorry, my dear, but most of my children are dead, and the ones that are alive need to eat." At these words, the girl screams and runs towards the bonfire in the center of the damp cave. "You cannot stop them, so do not fight it my sweet and it will only hurt for a second." It laughs again. "Feed my children. And bring me Annabeth Chase." It shouts.


Olympus

Zeus leans over the battle lay out of Olympus, Athena spouting strategies across the table. Poseidon frantically runs down the white marble corridor to his brother covered in blood and bruises. "They've been rounded to the north side." He pants, coming to a stop at the right hand of Zeus.

"Are you sure?" Athena asks. "They've broke through the gates?" The shadows of torches dancing across her face making her stare burn through him even more.

Poseidon nods, turning to his brother. "What do we do? More importantly, what do they want?"

Zeus shakes his head, straightening up. "The child of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase."

Athena gasps.

"Oh come now Athena, you knew the answer as well. As the humans say, it's not rocket science."

Poseidon places a hand on his younger brothers shoulder. "It's her line, brother, as well as mine. We know the answer we just don't want to believe it."

"But why would they attack here? They're not on Olympus." Athena says, wringing her hands.

"You know that answer as well." Zeus says. Silence falls between the three, so thick it chokes the torches, casting a dimmer light.

"They want to make a statement." Athena mutters, her eyes transfixed on the floor. "Not even Olympus is safe for this child."

"Who ever is planning this means to try something big." Zeus says. He turns on his heel, his gold cape fluttering behind as he walks toward his study. The walls are lined with books,the dome ceiling painted with even more glory and perfection than the Sistine Chapel: cherubs and angels playing and dancing while nymphs play sweet music. One could almost hear it if they stared at the ceiling long enough.

"What do you mean to do?" Athena shouts throwing open the door behind Zeus, Poseidon following her.

"Send a warning to Chiron." He answers, his head bent over a piece of parchment, his hand scribbling furiously. "Hermes!" He shouts. A man in a 'UPS' uniform appears, winged shoes on his feet.

"You called?" Hermes asks. "It's been awhile since I've delivered a message personally. Must be a big deal." He says to Athena.

"Here," Zeus hands the rolled up warning to Hermes. "Guard this with your life and make sure this gets to Chiron."


Percy

"Annabeth?" I call into our cabin. The bunk beds have been moved and a single king sized bed takes up the center of the room. Pictures of us sit on the night stands and dressers, her face light with joy and good times.

Walking outside, I finally see her at the end of the pier that's attached to the cabin, her legs dangling off the edge. I crouch down beside her, putting my hand on her shoulder and her head turns to me. Her grey eyes are puffy and watering, her beautiful lips quivering.

"Annabeth? Is everything all right." I ask, concerned. Her hand goes to her very obvious baby bump. She's almost 4 months along and already she's huge.

"Nothing, I just cry all the time." She says wiping her eyes. I laugh. "It's not funny Percy. I can't stop."

I pull her close. "It's just your hormones. Your producing twice the amount of normal hormone and your body is just reacting to it." I tell her. She looks at me in shock. "I've...been reading...pregnancy books. I want to know what to expect." I say, defending myself.

She laughs and wipes her eyes on the backs of her hands. She doesn't know it, but she's absolutely gorgeous. Her smile makes my heart leap and her laugh makes me happy. And her beautiful grey eyes, I could stare into them for rest of my life.

"What?" I ask. "I read."

"Nothing, it's just I've never known you to read." She says, struggling to her feet. I help her up as I stand too. "And I think it's wonderful." She smiles and holds her hand out and I take it. We stroll to the training area to watch everyone.


Annabeth

I sit with Percy on the swing the Hephaestus cabin made for the baby. It's a giant metal porch swing with intricate designs of leaves and jewels up the sides. Piper's cabin was even kind enough to sew some pink plush cushions and pillows. Though the stitching isn't good, they did great job overall.

Piper and Hazel are going at it, blades swinging and blows exchanged. Piper insisted on training during Geae's attacks, of whom we beat -of course. But when she found out about the baby, she wanted more. She said she wanted to be able to protect the baby at all costs, which I appreciate. I just don't want it to have to come to that.

"Annabeth?" I hear Marcus say. I turn my body just enough to see him, his semi-long brown hair combed back like usual, giving him the 'McDreamy' look from 'Grey's Anatomy'. He's carrying his worn guitar case, stickers from the many places he's played stuck on the lid. "You look wonderful." He says, kissing my cheek. Five months ago, I would have said Marcus was childish and never going to live his dream as a singer/songwriter, but he's really grown up. Literally. He's fourteen and finally filling out, his square jaw finally looking like it belongs on his now muscular body.

"So how was it?" I ask. "Tell me all about it." He chuckles. He's been away, finally getting some publicity. He sits down on a pillow I give him, reclines back on his arms.

"It was beautiful. The stage was huge, we're talking about a hundred yards across, fifty yards wide and center stage raises up a good twenty feet in the air." He says, his eyes glazing over.

"Where did you play?" I ask, watching Piper wrestle Hazel to the ground.

"Caesar's Palace, and I didn't exactly play, I auditioned." He says. I turn back to him.

"Wait Caesar's Palace? THE Caesar's Palace? Where-" I start babbling. My favorite music artist does shows there!

"Yes, Annabeth," he chuckles, opening up his guitar case. I see his Les Paul, gold with a white pinstripe, a Billy Gibson edition and on top of that, a picture. He takes it carefully, holding it with the tips of his finger, and hands it to me. It's a signed picture of Celine Dion, my music idol!

"You auditioned for her?" I ask. "Why didn't you tell me? I wanted to come." I say, playfully pouting.

"I didn't want to make a big deal about it." Marcus says.

"Percy, Chiron wants you." Clarrise says, making me jump. I didn't hear her come up. Percy kisses me on the cheek and heads toward the big house.

"Besides," Marcus says, "I didn't want to say anything until I heard back from her."

"And!?" I almost shout.

He grins. "You are looking the lead guitarist and lead back up singer for the most powerful vocal artist of the century." He says. I squeal and pull him up onto the swing beside me for a hug.

"That's fantastic, Marcus! I'm so proud of you! When do you start?"

"As soon as I can. I wanted to come back to camp for a little bit to see you and my niece and give you that." He says pointing to the autograph. "I also wanted to give you my new number, orders from my dad." He says saluting me. He hands me another piece of paper with his new number scribbled on it. "If you need anything, anything it all. You call me and I will be there." He says, getting up.

"Wait." I grab his hand. "Where are you going?"

"Back to Las Vegas to work."

"What about your proton accelerator? What about all of your amazing ideas?"

"They never work, so I've given up on them." He says picking up his guitar case. "I've started doing the one thing I'm good at, and love. Music." He starts walking backwards, his arm outstretched. "I'm going to live MY dream, not Lt. Dad or moms. Mine." He blows a kiss and turns around walking towards the best thing that's ever happen to him.

"What's up with him?" Hazel asks, plopping down beside me.

"Nothing, just got his dream job." I say picking up the picture. It's a picture of Celine Dion with a microphone in her hand on the left and Marcus with his guitar and a microphone in front of him on the right. Looking closely beside her signature, I see my brothers loopy handwriting. I flip it around to the back and I see words written in his writing.

'Annabeth,

you know this already, but if ever need anything, call me. If you're in trouble come find me. I will always be here for you. Come see me sometime.

I love you, sis.

Marcus

P.S. If Percy hurts you, tell me and I will kill him myself.'

I chuckle.

"How's Piper doing in training?" I ask.

She crosses her arms over her chest and lays her head back. "It's going good, but she's seems stuck on her flourishes with two or more attackers. It's like she's thinking way to much. Trying to calculate and it just isn't working for her." She sighs.

"I had that problem too. It was just that the dummies weren't real enough for me. It wasn't a real situation. Try to get more people instead of dummies." I say.

She thinks for a second. "Yeah, you're right. Try to get the situation as real as possible. You're not going to be fighting dummies in battle. Nice thinking, Annabeth. Annabeth?"

My hand flies to my stomach and I stare down. Did I just-

"Annabeth? What's wrong?" Hazel panics.

"Stop," I say. "Hold on. I thought I fe-." It happens again, a little movement in my stomach. My little girl just moved."She moved." I smile. "She moved."

"She did? I wanna feel." Hazel laughs and puts her hand on my stomach.

"Come on, Annalise. " I say." Move again." Right where Hazel's hand is, my baby girl moves again.


Percy

Annabeth is staring down at her stomach as I walk up, Hazel's hand beside hers.

"Come on, Annalise. Move again." She says and I smile.

"Annalise?" I ask, kneeling down beside her.

"It's just a thought. I really liked they way it sounds." She says shrugging.

"Annalise." I try it out again, letting it roll off my tongue. "I think it's perfect."

"Annalise Alley Jackson." She says. "Athena and Sally. Alley."

"Annabeth Chase, you are absolutely brilliant." I say, standing up to kiss her forehead.

"Its beautiful. A beautiful name for a beautiful baby." Hazel says getting up. I take her seat and pull my family in close to me. Annabeth lays her head on my shoulder, her hand tangling with mine.

"What did Chiron want." She asks.

I think for a moment. Do I really want to burden her with this? I can't keep it from her, she has a right to know just as much as I do.

"I'm not going to keep anything from you." I say, holding her closer.

"Okay."

"Late last night, Olympus...was attacked." I say staring at the tree line. Annabeth gasps and pulls away, sitting up to look at me.

"What do you mean they were attacked!? Whatdoyou- what- why?" She panics.

"Your Mom thinks it to show that know where is safe. She thinks, along with my dad, that who ever is behind this is fixing to plan something big."

She nods and curls up closer, tears in her eyes. "Annalise moved for the first time." She says, changing the subject. I kiss the top if her head and put a hand on our baby bump. No one is going to take my family from me.


Sorry for not updating sooner. Battling writers block is hard. Plus I haven't really been home, traveling for ball.

On the music artist thing, I put my iPad on shuffle and used the first artist that it played. Hope no one is offended I didn't use their favorite artist:/

A really big thank you to all my readers and a bigger thank you for all of my reviews! It means so much that y'all like this.

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