Hi! Thanks again for good reviews! Unfortunately I can't live on FanFiction so sorry for the longer update... ah well.

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Note: Magnus Chase & the Ship of the Dead isn't out yet, so I can't put much detail about Percy and Annabeth's involvement in that, but I'm going to do the best I can after reading the other Rick books. Enjoy and again, please review!

Shoutout to guest reviewer "141". This chapter's for you!

*sighs* I'm not Rick Riordan...

Annabeth ushered Atalanta into the living room, fussing around her until she was comfortable - but nervous - on the sofa. Percy sat down next to her, and Annabeth crouched next to the sofa, anxiety plain on both of their faces.

Atalanta couldn't wait any longer. Something had been going on without her, and she didn't like it. She needed to know.

"What is going on? Why do you always say Gods? Why-?"

"Calm down a little." Percy interjected. "This will be a lot to take in, alright? But we'll start with the basics."

Annabeth took a deep breath. "We say Gods, because... there are many Gods. The Greek ones, to be exact. And.. we're in that world. Athena is my mother. Poseidon is Percy's father."

Atalanta stared. "Wait.. you mean..?"

"Your grandparents are Sally Jackson, Frederick Chase, Poseidon and Athena." Percy cut in. It was better to get straight to the facts. As soon as this was done, they needed to get out of here. If Atalanta was getting visions... Camp Half Blood was the only place safe for her.

"And.. there's others. The Romans, the Norse. I know it's a lot. But.. you needed to know at some point. And now this is happening, it's more important than ever. You're-"

"The Oracle of Delphi." Atalanta cut in. "I remember the myths. But- why me? Why-?"

Annabeth shook her head. "We don't know why it's you, but we do need to get you to safety. You might be a target for- well, Gods know what." Atalanta swallowed. She'd always know there was something different about her, but... wow. Slightly in shock, she nodded anxiously.

"So... where are we going? And when?"

"That's my girl," Annabeth smiled, "always practical. Unlike you often, seaweed brain." She nodded at Percy. He scowled.

"I take it that's a reference to Poseidon?" Inquired Atalanta. She really was quick like Annabeth.

Percy smiled. "Yup. Owl head." Annabeth laughed, but then looked back at her daughter, face growing grave. "We should get going. Getting to Long Island Sound might take a while."

They stood and walked upstairs. "What's at Long Island?" Atalanta asked, entering her room, preparing to throw together a bag full of clothes and supplies. "Camp Half-Blood. It's a safe place for demigods and legacies. We used to live there in the summers, and train. In case there were monsters to fight, or quests-" Memories flew around Annabeth'shead; the labyrinth, the wars, but she fought them down. Atalanta caught the pause and frowned a little, but, now knowing her mother had probably been part of those quests, she could empathise with the memories Annabeth must be thinking about. She hoped one day she'd know the stories - and maybe be in some of them herself.

"- or wars or anything." Her mother finished, folding some pairs of trousers; they had been talking whilst grabbing essentials needed for the trip- refuge, should they say, really.

Annabeth bit her lip for a moment, watching Atalanta. Then she disappeared into her and Percy's room, and came back in a moment, holding a bronze dagger. She cleared her threat, and Atalanta turned from her bag.

"Yes?" Her voice, although steady, betrayed her worry to Annabeth, who knew Atalanta's voice almost as well as her own. Possibly better, the attention and worry she had to pay, with Atalanta being a legacy - and now the Oracle. She swallowed, her nerves conduming her for a small second.

"You should take this," Annabeth told herdaughter , holding it out. "It's done me well over the years, and it always protects its owner. I know you've never fought or anything before, and I'm sorry you had to find everything out like this, but... if you ever get attacked, it's better that nothing." Atalanta nodded, hand closing gently around the hilt. It felt... right somehow. After all... this was who she was, even if she didn't really know it.

"Thank you." She whispered. And this time, she let her voice waver just a little.