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Percy paled as he listened to his given prophecy. He knew he had bad luck, but seriously? This, this is worse that just plain "bad". He has the worst luck in the world. No, that's the understatement of the supereon, he has the worst luck in all of the universes (Multiverse theory, it's real, look it up) so, according to the prophecy, he has to head south. Oh, the irony. (You know that old saying, when things head south? Yeah, that's the irony) Things are supposed to go bad, and he's heading south. And he can't even say bye to his family.

A blue back pack, that he guessed was enchanted to weigh as light as a feather, appeared on his back, with little slits in the straps to allow his strong, stronger-than-diamond+steel-Chaos Silver wings. "Rachel?" Percy asked, said girl nodded, "Tell them I tried, and I love them," he requested from her. Rachel nodded, but started wondering what Percy's prophecy is. Percy smiled and gave her a brotherly kiss on the forehead, "Tell Wise Girl to watch my children while I am gone. Bye." And he walked off.

At first, he flew for miles and miles, not eating or sleeping, but his wings got tired, so he turned into a wolf and ran, but even as a new god at full strength, he got tired. Somewhere in Florida, 18 hours away from New York, Percy changed back to his teenage (eighteen I know I know, not of legal drinking age, but for the story's sake act like it is please.) human form, clothes disheveled along with his hair and appearance in general, he stopped in a small bar.

It was a modest bar, one or two pool tables, an L shaped counter, and a few small round tables here and there. The music wasn't crazy, in the contrary the volume was soft. Overall it seemed like a place where a man can have a beer in peace. He sat on one of the stools, and waited for a bartender. A nineteen year old woman with light blond hair, blue soft eyes, and a very Aphrodite-like skimpy outfit, approached Percy, applying an extra swing to her hips. Her lips were full and plump, her skin had no wrinkles whatsoever. She seemed like a woman that always received extra big tips. Percy looked down, self-consciously, at his clothing: worn out jeans, black boots, and a white tee. He should've changed before leaving for this quest. He now regrets his decision of being lazy.

With a seductive voice, she smiled a seductive smile, and seductively leaned over the counter. (she's seductive yeah, we get the point! Move on already.) "What can I get you?" She asked. Percy, oblivious as always, smiled a face splitting, lopsided, smile at the young bartender, and asked for a Jack Daniel's. She came back with a nice tall glass of the desired Daniel's, and told him that for a pretty boy like himself, it was on the house. Percy seemed taken aback by this, but nonetheless took a long swig of his drink. He wasn't much of a drinker before his and Annabeth's break up, but drinking, he thought, is like an old habit; it dies hard.

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"What do you think your wife would say if she saw you like this?" Percy didn't bother to look up from his gaze that was fixed on his half empty glass, thinking it was the bartender who asked, he smirked and took another swig before answering "She'd probably kill me right on the spot. She's not much of a drinker," he nearly did a spit take when he looked to the person that asked the question. Next to him: a girl with a forest green flannel, black high top Converse, blond hair, and a green cap that covered most of her face. "Annabeth?" Percy would recognize those princess curls anywhere, he would recognize those pink lips of hers, her features, and certainty the way she talks. She looked up and smiled at him, "Rachel gave me your message. I sort of figured you were in trouble, so, asking Chiron for a quest, I followed you, and who would've thought, I would have ended up here, in a bar located in Florida. Blackjack is outside, by the way. Along with Porkpie. So, why are you here? Your wife certainly misses you," she added the last part when she saw the bartender come back and attempt to flirt with Percy. The blue-eyed girl immediately backed off, and went to serve another person, a regular. Percy got up to hug his best friend.

"You do not believe how much I've missed you! How are the kids? Last time I saw them, they were running around camp with Apollo and Hermes!" Annabeth smiled and hugged Percy back. Percy's smiled got even brighter, "they're good! Although, they miss seeing their godmother/aunt. I mean, I think Thalia's got a soft spot for them. You should see what happens to any boy within a three-mile radius of poor Sally," Percy winced, remembering what had happened to an unlucky boy. Poor boy may grow up to never have kids.

"You know, I'm sort of wondering who else is coming with us," Annabeth told him. They were walking out of the bar.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, on all of our quests, there was always three of us. You, Grover and I on a few of them, you Zoë and Bianca and Thalia another, let's see, another with you, Tyson, Grover and I, you, Frank-"

"Okay, okay I get it! We should be expecting another quest-er or something." Annabeth nodded. Percy stopped.

"Oh," he groaned, "you have got to be kidding me!"

Annabeth looked around to find a few monsters in the dark, waiting to pounce on them at any given chance. She pulled out her dagger as Percy pulled out Riptide. They stood, back to back, Percy smirked. "Just like old times Wise Girl, eh?" To lighten the mood he added a very horrible western accent to the statement.

There were very few monsters, but Annabeth couldn't help but notice how Percy would try his best to not wound the monster, and give it a very deadly blow instead, although, with his last monster, he accidentally missed and gave a very sharp blow to the monster's right shoulder. When he was done with his share of the nasties, he turned around, and held his shoulder as he limped to where Annabeth had the Pegasi (spelling?) wait. Strange, she thought, she didn't see him get touched not even once by anything but herself, when she had grabbed his wrist to hoist him up from the ground. She looked through Percy's white tee, and saw a gold glow on his side… she shook her head, must be some monster dust, she tried to convince herself.

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Percy and Annabeth barely ran into any monsters, for one they were flying on their Pegasus, and two: none seemed to be following them. They felt grateful, but were uneasy the whole time.

"Blackjack? Buddy? I think it's time you head home. Annabeth and I can find a way to and from the south." Percy suggested after he noticed how the flapping of the Pegasus's wings were getting louder and irregular. Blackjack shook his head, but landed in a clearing of a forest. Night was setting, and pretty soon, Percy would have the pleasure of watching his wife ride across the sky in her Moon Chariot.

Once they were down, Percy and Annabeth reached into their backpacks and took out some sleeping bags, and one small, personal tent. They figured to only put one tent up as they would be taking shifts throughout the night, thus there would be no need of placing extra things; it would only slow them down in the morning. Percy used his control of fire, and set up a nice, cozy, campfire in front of him and Annabeth, they both sat on a log, warming up their hands. Annabeth watched as Percy looked up at the sky, smiling at the stars. "You really lover her- Artemis I mean- don't you?" Annabeth inquired. Percy just smiled even wider and nodded his head in response, before turning to her:

"You? Who do you love?" Percy asked, she said nothing.

Annabeth knew who she loved-or loves- but felt it would be very unfitting if she told him, after all, she's been in love with the same boy since she was twelve. She never stopped loving him, something the boy she wished was her lover, would never know until his, or her own death.

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"Apollo," she growled, "where is he? Where'd you send him off to this time? Alaska?" Apollo shrunk in his seat, feeling like an ant about to be murdered mercilessly by a giant foot- the foot being his very hormonal and upset sister. "Artemis, even I can't tell you that sort of information. The Fates forbid it. T-trust me. If I could, I would have told you two hours ago," Artemis scoffed. "Since when were you one to follow rules?"

Artemis would have continued her questioning, if not for the fact that her children started grumbling about being here for hours, and for being absolutely hungry. With an inhuman growl, Artemis spun on her heals, her hair twirling around with her body, and walked out.

Artemis tucked her children in bed, before waking over to her chariot, taking the reins and thinking of her children and husband.

•••••

Annabeth layed sound asleep, at least- Percy thought she was. They decided that Percy would take first watch, especially because he needed to feel her presence- her being Artemis. He wished he was back at home, laying in bed, Artemis in his arms, her bare back pressed to his-

"Looking for someone?" he jumped and turned to see Annabeth awake. Great, he thought, she saw right through me. He frowned, "Annabeth? Have you ever, well, loved-or love- someone, but right when everything seems just right and perfect- but then, the fates decide to rip it as far away as possible from you?" Annabeth sat down next to him, and in a friendly gesture (although she deep down, wished it was more than friendly) rested her head on his shoulder. "Percy, although that didn't exactly happen to me in the way it's happening to you now, I know what you're talking about. I love the person, but he isn't aware of it. I screwed up too many times for him to ever forgive me, and now I pay the price- an unrequited love.

"I wish, very, very much, that I didn't do what I did to him; but I did. I pushed him away faster than I could say 'wait don't go.' He fell in love, got married, and even though he says he forgave me, I know he didn't, because, I still haven't.

"Overall, with my experience, I can't really tell you what to do- because I myself have failed in that department. All I have to say- from my experience is something that is totally irrelevant to your situation, is- in the end, there is nothing you can do about someone who doesn't love you back- except, loving him.

"But, what I can tell you is this: you love her, she loves you. Love, love isn't something that'll go away in one day, a week, a month or a year. Love will-will push right through all those hard and rough times, just as easy as it'll push through those happy times," Annabeth smiled and relaxed at Percy's side. He smiled and started to run his fingers through her blond curls, "Thanks Wise Girl. I really needed that."

"No problem," she smiled. She wished that this- the way he was running his hands through her hair, letting her lean on him- was under different circumstances. She wished, that things between them were different. She wished he knew what she was wishing for. She wished, he loved her back.

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