(A/N) so, I know it's been a really long time since I've updated, but I had a slight Author's block... so I kinda had to push myself, so don't be surprised if this chapter sucks a bit. Also, on a happier note, this chapter is dedicated to Becky Sky, because she got me off my butt and got me to finally update!

Also, there is a little bit of swearing on Archie's part...

Atlanta just couldn't believe it.

She was getting married today! And not just to anybody, but to Archie, her best-friend, her lover, the father of her children that she was carrying.

Her white gown fell down to her knees, the seams stirred by the wind of the Elysian Fields. They had decided to get married there, since their ancestors where there, and their friend's ancestors.

Atlanta could hear the buzz of conversation outside. She was with Theresa, her bridesmaid, in a little chapel-like building.

All the gods and heroes where invited. This was a big celebration to them, two of the heroes that had beaten Cronus where getting married.

"Atlanta, we have to do something with your hair" Theresa suddenly declared.

Atlanta frowned. "Why? I like it the way it usually is." Theresa rolled her eyes.

"Atlanta, you are getting married, you need to look special. After all, this day will only come around once for you."

Sighing, Atlanta gave up. "Fine, but is there enough time?" she asked, hoping that there wasn't.

Once again, Theresa rolled her eyes. Lifting her arms slightly and closing her forest-green orbs, she concentrated all her energies on Atlanta's spiky hair. When she opened her eyes again, they were bright purple, her irises having disappeared. Muttering an incantation under her breath, Atlanta's hair seemed to suddenly droop, straightening out and reaching her shoulders. The top half of her hair then formed an intricate knot atop her hair. Closing her eyes again, Theresa cut off the supply of power, and let her arms fall back to her sides.

"There" she said, apparently pleased with the result. Turning around, Atlanta looked at herself in the mirror, and gasped.

She was no longer the I'll-kick-your-ass-if-you-so-much-as-stare-at-me Atlanta, but a beautiful woman, with curves to match Theresa's. Her sleeve-less white wedding gown reached down to her mid-calf, and a bouquet of white roses was sitting on the table next to the full-length mirror, held together by a white silk ribbon, waiting to be tossed at a group of shrieking women.

"Uh, Theresa?" she said uncertainly. Theresa's eyebrow lifted. Since when was Atlanta uncertain? "What is it?"

Shuffling her feet nervously, Atlanta muttered something that sounded something like "caudomakep"

"Uh, can you repeat that please?" Theresa said.

Shaking her head slightly to get rid of her nervousness, Atlanta repeated: "I said, could you do my make-up please?"

Theresa smiled. "Of course, Lanta. I actually brought my make-up bag, just in case you changed you mind". With that, the psychic raced out of the chapel, her light pink dress flowing behind her.

Turning around to look at herself in the mirror again, she though she saw a movement in her peripheral vision. Wondering if maybe her friend had already come back, she called out her name. "Theresa?" she called out hesitantly. Though she kept the hope that it was her that she was sensing, her hunter's senses where telling her something else.

"No, not Theresa..." a voice called out from the darkness. A voice that Atlanta knew well, but wished that she had never heard it...

"Pan..." she said under her breath. Almost as soon as she said the name, the god came out from the shadows, his eyes glinting and his hooves making a clopping sound with each step he took.

"Atlanta... "He whispered. " I have missed you so much, my beloved..." he said, approaching Atlanta all the while.

Backing away, Atlanta held out an arm to protect her if he tried anything, and with the other, she covered her abdomen, shielding her unborn babies.

"What are you doing, Pan? You're supposed to be outside, waiting with all the others." She said, putting emphasis on the word outside.

"No" he said, shaking his head for added effect. "I wanted to talk to you in person before you went out there and ruined you're life."

At this, Atlanta frowned. "What do you mean ruin my life?" she asked her voice going icily cold, though Pan seemed to have not noticed, because he continued talking.

"I can't let you go and marry that...that personHe does not love you, at least not the way that I do!" his voice had changed now, it softened. "Atlanta, my love, my heart, leave with me. We will inhabit the forest, where no one can find us." He said as he held out his hand to her. If she could, Atlanta would of backed up more, but she was stuck against the wall, caught between the said wall and a crazed hippie/half-goat god who was trying to get her to leave the man she loved and go and live in the forest and do god knows what.

"I'm sorry, Pan, but I can't leave. I love Archie, and he loves me... and I'm expecting twins, Pan. The proof of our love." She whispered, hoping that someone would come and help her.

At this statement, however, Pan's whole body seemed to freeze, and his eyes clouded over in a quick succession of pain, betrayal, and anger.

"Well now, I can fix that," he said, his voice dangerously calm. Picking up a silver candle holder, he lifted it above his head, ready to strike, as Atlanta let out a scream.

Archie was waiting at the end of the walk-way, waiting for Atlanta to show her pretty face. He was nervous, and kept fidgeting. Finally, Jay, his best man, hit him in the ribs with his elbow.

"Archie, calm down! It looks almost as if you have ants crawling in your suit!" He hissed.

Looking behind him, Archie saw the little building where his bride-to-be was, as well as Theresa. Suddenly, he saw Theresa run out the back door, heading for the reception place, where they would go after the wedding. Before he could think of why she had gone, a sudden feeling came over him. Atlanta was in trouble, he just knew it.

Jay, who had been looking intently at Archie, sensed the change in him, and it was not for the best. "Archie, what's wrong?" he asked.

Archie shook his head, his eyes closed. "I-I don't know... I just feel as if Atlanta may be in danger." Looking up, he expected his leader's eyes to be wondering whether he was crazy or not, but instead, they were worried.

"well, maybe you should go and check to make sure she's alright." He said. Nodding, Archie started walking up the aisle. When he was about half-way there, the feeling of foreboding intensified, and then, just as he was about to sprint, he heard it. A scream.

Atlanta's scream.

While the guests just turned around and starred at the building questioningly, Archie ran like he had never run before. Bursting into the building, he saw his Atlanta, his beautiful Atlanta, backed into a corner, while the forest god was looming over her, a candle holder raised over his head with murderous intent. Surprisingly, Pan was not looking straight at Atlanta, but at her stomach, where two unborn descendants of Achilles and Atalanta, and Archie and Atlanta were growing.

It took Archie only about a thousandth of a second to realize this.

Jumping forward, he somehow managed to put himself between Pan and Atlanta, holding his arms out to shield the one he loved, as well as the two little innocents she was carrying.

"Get away from her you bastard" he snarled, his voice full of venom.

Surprised at the sudden appearance of Archie, Pan backed away a bit, only to regain himself, and raise the candle holder a little higher, aiming for Archie's temple.

"You..." Pan hissed. "It's your fault that she is unhappy. You got her pregnant, and now she is forced to marry a man that she does not love, instead of marrying me and being happy!"

If someone had said that to Archie a few years ago, he would have flinched and asked Atlanta if that were true. But now, when they had been dating for a number of years, were getting married and were expecting children, Archie knew that those where empty words.

"If she would have wanted to be with you, she would have left to go and live with you after we had re-grown the hesperites tree, but she decided to stay with us... with me!"

Sometime when Archie had been saying this, Atlanta had stood up and stayed behind Archie, his body shielding her from the threat of Pan.

"Archie! Atlanta! We heard screaming, what's going-"Theresa yelled as she appeared in the doorway, along with Jay, Odie, Herry and Neil.

Upon seeing Pan, her mouth formed an 'o' shape, as if everything clicked into place.

Using the distraction, Archie gave Pan a roundhouse kick, knocking him to the floor, where he hit his head and lost consciousness.

Turning around to see if Atlanta was okay, he was surprised to see her so shaken up.

"Lannie, what's wrong?" he asked as he held her close to him, trying to erase all that had just happened. Her small body was shaking with uncontrolled sobs. While Archie was holding her, he made a motion for Herry to get Pan out of her, which he did, not paying attention whenever Pan would hit his head on a corner or a bump.

Holding Atlanta in his arms, he could tell how much that encounter had shaken her.

"It's okay, Lannie...I'm here now, and I won't let him hurt you ever again... not you or our children..." He reassured her while stroking her hair. Pushing Archie back a little, Atlanta looked him in the eyes.

"I know you'd protect all three of us to the death, Archie... it's just that I thought that I was going to lose our little ones...I've never been so scarred in my life, not even when we were fighting Cronus..." she said as yet another sob escaped from her.

Holding her close once again, Archie let a silent tear run down his cheek. He too had been afraid of losing them.

"Don't worry" he repeated. "I'll always protect you. I'll always be there for you, and I'll always love you... and if I ever see Pan again, I'll kill him. Either that or I'll beat him up so much; he will regret ever laying eyes on you."

Holding her soon-to-be-husband even tighter, Atlanta buried her face in his chest, letting his comforting scent wash over, comforting her.

As Atlanta buried her face in his chest, Archie buried his face in her hair, the sweet scent of the Forrest and summer winds comforting him.

An unspoken pact sealed them together, then and there. And as all the gods as their witnesses, they swore their love for each other, promising to be there in sickness and in health, and that when one of them would die, they would both wait for each other... wait to be reunited in the Elysian Fields...

Okay, so the ending sucks, I know...but I was out of ideas!

Also, I have been thinking about maybe having another prophecy concerning Atlanta and Archie's kids as well as Jay and Theresa's... tell me what you think!

And I was also wondering whether or not Pan should come back again and cause more trouble... Review and tell me what you think!

Sincerely,

Dragon