Author's note: IGNORE NICO IN CHAPTER 18! JUST PRETEND HE WASN'T THERE! THANK YOU, HADES-FAVORITE-DAUGHTER!

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Reyna's POV

Oh why, oh why did I slip up like that?

I don't hate Piper. But now everyone thinks I do.

I was on edge. This was all too much for a sixteen-year-old girl.

I know. Sixteen, Reyna? You're only sixteen?

People looked at me and thought "hey look! A thirty-year-old military general trapped in the body of a sixteen year old girl! Oh, wow!"

They were wrong.

I was a sixteen year old, trying to get over a boy, and run probably the biggest military operation of all time,

Funny, how people looked at me like I was a mean girl if I slipped up once.

Gods, even Drew looked at me like that.

Annabeth's POV

"Ok, Malcolm, got an estimation on how big the giant might be?" I asked.

"Well, Annabeth…" he trailed off, closing his eyes

"Malcolm," I snapped.

"Around four hundred feet," he said.

"Oh, holy Ares. Please let this eternally damned goddess be defeatable," someone murmured in the crowd, causing everyone to nod in agreement.

"Agreed. So, we'll have team A," I pointed to a spot on the map "here, and team B right behind them. Supplies will be in a disappearing tent, right over by the emergency reinforcements station."

"Yo, A-Beth," a random child of Hermes called out.

"Yo, what's the question? And, also, if you ever call me "A-Beth" again I'll pummel your little gangster ass in to Rome myself."

Everyone stared.

I hate cussing.

"Ok, Beth, darling. What's our intimidation factor?" he asked.

I also hate it when people have a point that I didn't think of.

"Well… yes. Fantastic point. Any ideas?" I asked pointedly.

"I've got one. Maybe with a minor goddess or titaness on your side, you'd have intimidation and an extra fighter," a velvety voice called out.

"Great. Now, where are we to find a minor immortal?" I asked.

"I've got some ideas…" came the voice as the crowd parted for the girl.

"Caly!" I squealed, losing my cool for a split second.

"Annabeth," she said, rolling her eyes as she reached out to embrace me.

"I heard you needed some help, so I gathered together some friends," Calypso said.

Through the big house door came about five people, all dressed casually.

"Mom!" said a daughter of Hecate, running to an auburn-haired woman with sparkling eyes that seemed to change every second.

"Hecate? Iris? Chaos? Hebe? Mania?" I squeaked, as delighted as a twelve-year-old girl who'd just been presented with backstage passes to a Justin Bieber concert.

"It is us, intelligent Annabeth. We have come to help you prepare," Hebe said calmly.

Yay! (some) of the gods have arrived! Review, lovely readers. Oh, and I wrote a story about Calypso-Percabeth.

Here's the link: .net/s/7520005/1/Secrets