"Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars." –Norman Vincent Peale


Annabeth took a deep breath, clutching Percy's hand tightly in hers. They stood up, walking over to Thalia. The Huntress smiled at them, raising a delicate eyebrow. "Are you two ready?" Her strikingly blue eyes flashed with hidden lightning and seemed to bore into theirs.

Annabeth nodded. "Yeah…" Percy muttered, his gaze flickering around restlessly in the night air. Thalia led them over to Artemis, who smiled gently at Annabeth and gave Percy a single nod.

"Thank you Thalia," she said. "Now, Percy and Annabeth, I understand that you would like me to help you with something?"

Percy cleared his throat. "Um, yeah. It's actually… a request… from someone who couldn't ask you himself."

Artemis nodded slowly. "Very well," she said, turning around to face the edge of the empty clearing. "Thalia has told me what you require." Her copper braid whipped over her shoulder in a swift, fluid motion. She took her bow in her hand and notched a single, silver arrow. "Do you understand what you must do?"

Annabeth closed her eyes. "We do."

"Are you ready?" Artemis asked, her steady gaze never wavering from the tip of the arrow.

"Yes."

Artemis fired the arrow; it flew up, up, up into the array of twinkling constellations. They stood there for a moment, waiting, before the goddess smiled.

"Look up," she whispered, her own eyes glancing skyward. The dark, night sky flashed in an array of light, but none of the demigods paid any attention to any of the nearly blinding flashes. Their eyes only sought out a specific one that seemed to glow brighter than the others–a constellation among stars. Its figure stood out against the black sky, almost hidden amongst the collection of the other images. Artemis raised her arm to the firmament above them.

"Speak."

Percy began first. "My Lady," he said. And then simply, "Zoë." He bit his lip. "I know we may have had our differences in the past, but I want to put that behind us. I have a message for you, from one far in the realms below us…" His voice caught in his throat and Annabeth took on the rest of the words.

"You may know him by another name, as your father knew him–Iapetus. These words are simple, yet they were–are his life, his last wish."

Annabeth took a deep breath and looked up at the stars that made up the huntress standing in the heavens. "Bob says hello," she whispered softly.