Minerva entered a spacious clearing several hours after departing from her companions. The night was no longer young, and the full moon shone brightly in the sky, filling the clearing with a silvery sheen. She slumped against a nearby tree and took a breath. Concentrating, she willed the sweat that soaked her body to ebb away into nothing, a useful trick her dad had taught her.

It was unfortunate she couldn't do the same for her clothes, which remained wet and rank with perspiration. She stripped off her t-shirt and tossed it aside, leaving her in a green tank top, which was still marginally clean

"Oh well," she said. From her belt she took a beautifully crafted hunting horn. It was made from the finest dear's antler, coated in silvery dust, and on its handle was etched a crescent moon, the symbol of Artemis. The silvery dust began to sparkle like the stars, indicating that it was in range. Minerva had gotten it as a present on her tenth birthday from Thalia, her godmother.

"Just give it a blow, and me and my hunters will come running. As long as you're in range, we'll be there to help you out. Don't worry about upsetting Lady Artemis; she's always happy to help a girl in need. Your brother probably shouldn't touch it though; boys don't really mix with this kind of thing."

After nearly six years she finally had a chance to use it. She put the horn to her lips and blew. A great breeze rushed though the trees, and from the horn came a long, chilling wolfs howl. It echoed across the night, and when Minerva withdrew it from her mouth she knew she'd succeeded. Standing up, she walked to the center of the clearing, and threw her pen sword, shield watch, and dagger hairclip, which was in her pocket, to the side.

When the hunters arrived she had to be unarmed, had to show that she was not their enemy. The hunters' wouldn't recognize her, and would be suspicious as how she had one of their horns. All precautions had to be taken just in case.

If worse came to worse, they wouldn't kill her, they'd probably just string her upside down from a tree for a few days. Artemis' strictest policy was that no harm would come to any female of any kind. However Minerva didn't have the time for that, she needed allies, fast.

Minerva bent down on one knee, and waited with her head to the ground. In order to stop herself from falling asleep, she let herself do what she swore she wouldn't, reminisce. Memories, painful, terrible, and joyous all at the same time flooded her mind. Her first day at camp half-blood, going sailing with her dad, listening to her mom's rambles on history politics and architecture, the birth of her younger sisters…

Involuntary tears began to trickle down her cheeks. Anger suddenly burst through her and she wiped the tears furiously away, though they didn't stop. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Luke was the soft one, not her. She'd always been the cool, calculating hard-ass, who never let her emotions show in any form is she could help it.

But now there was nothing she could do but pour out her emotions and sob alone in the woods. They were gone, she realized. Her parents, her friends from camp, the gods, everyone from her time were gone. Even if they won, even if they stopped Ian, they're would be nothing left to go back to. Time was changed already, and it was now impossible for events to line up in the proper way for she and her fellow time travelers to exist in the same unaltered way.

Self loathing quickly replaced her anguish. I should have thought of something else, she thought. If I hadn't been so smug about coming up with a way to travel through time, then maybe I would have considered that I'd be making myself, Luke, Sally and Zoe, and even Bianca, into orphans. Gods damn me, she screamed in her mind, though no divine beings in this world knew she existed, so no answer came.

It took a full fifteen minutes for her to stop crying, and even then her face was red and puffy. The remnants of tears glittered on her eyelashes. It wouldn't be much time now until Artemis and her hunters arrived. They moved spectacularly fast, even when on foot. They had to be in order to be proper hunters, and obtain their own daily food. Briefly Minerva glanced up at the sky. No light from Apollo's sun chariot could be seen through the veil of night, so there would still be several hours of darkness before dawn. Good, she thought. Not too much time has passed, so Ian cant have done much damage yet.

She looked back at the ground, and as she did so something cold and metallic was placed against her throat.

"Who are you, and where did you get that horn?" asked a voice Minerva recognized as her godmothers. The hunters had arrived, and nearly two dozen girls dressed in silver vests and blue jeans surrounded the clearing. Amongst them stood a stony faced she-wolf, the goddess Artemis in one of her many disguises. Thalia's knife dug into her neck, tearing the tiniest bit of skin but drawing no blood. "Answer the question, girl. I don't want to hurt you. Now tell me, where did you get that horn?" Minerva took a breath. It was the moment of truth.

"You gave it to me. Well, you will give it to me." She raised her head and Thalia's blade followed her neck. "Lady Artemis!" she called to the wolf. "I am Minerva Jackson, future daughter of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, future goddaughter of your lieutenant." The blade felt her throat, and the huntresses stared at her for the longest time. "The power of the Titan Lord Kronos has returned, and I have come seeking your aid in the battle against it," she lowered her head to the ground once again.

The wolf Artemis padded forward and considered the girl for a moment. It placed a paw on Minerva's knee, giving her permission to raise her head. She did so, and the wolf took the form of a young girl with silver eyes and a magnificent bow on her back.

"Stand, child." Minerva stood and Thalia backed away still gaping. "Elaborate, child, your words intrigue me. You best have proof."

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The night after the dinner Percy was awoken by the sounds of clicking hooves on the living room window. He sat up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He'd slept on the couch, and let Annabeth have his room. Her family had left for a hotel the previous night, but they'd decided it would be simpler for her to stay the night considering both she and Percy would be leaving for camp the following morning. As such, Sally had locked Annabeth in his room to make sure they didn't try anything inappropriate. As if I'd try anything, Percy had thought to himself. Athena would castrate me, cut me in half and light me on fire. He turned to the window to see Blackjack the Pegasus hovering with his face mere inches from the glass.

"Ready to go boss?" he asked telepathically.

"I just woke up buddy, you're a bit early," said Percy. "And for the millionth time, don't call me boss."

"Sure thing boss," Blackjack thought back dumbly. Percy groaned. "I'll go wait in the park until you're ready, there's a cotton candy vendor down there, tasty stuff." The great winged mount turned in mid air and flew off towards central park, slobber dripping from his gob at the prospect of cotton candy. Percy sighed happily and slipped off the sofa. He followed the delectable scent of food into the kitchen, where he found his mom serving Paul and Annabeth a breakfast of blue pancakes, a personal favorite of his. His girlfriend was still in her pajamas, a pair of light gray sweatpants and a t-shirt with an owl on it, nothing provocative enough to excite his 'horrible teen boy mind', as his mom called it.

"Morning," he told them plopping down in the seat next to Annabeth, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

"Morning," Annabeth smiled back, returning the kiss. "I'm surprised at how clean your room was, I didn't think you understood the concept of keeping clothes in drawers and a closet."

"He doesn't," Sally said matter-a-factly from the stove where she was stirring a pan full of eggs. "I knew you'd be staying dear so I did a bit of tidying for him. It's amazing how quickly he and Grover can trash the whole apartment without even realizing it." Annabeth grinned and Paul chuckled.

"That's them," said Annabeth. She turned back to her boyfriend. "Are you all packed yet? All my bags are together I just have to throw some clothes on."

"Yeah, I've got a bag ready in my closet. We're about set, Blackjack just showed up. He ran off to the park when I told him he was a little early, he said something about cotton candy. That can't be good for him, the last time he ate too much sugar he gassed the Hades out of the camp stables, really pissed the other horses off."

"Sounds a bit like you," Paul teased, rising from his chair. He took his place to the sink, rinsed it off, and gave his wife a kiss. "I'm off, got an early staff meeting at school, we're talking about what funds to use to rebuild the pool," he glanced at Percy.

"I told you that wasn't my fault," Percy said in a faux offended tone. "Three Minotaur's attacking at once can destroy pretty much anything."

"Right, right, so you've said," Paul said grinning. He pulled his stepson into a hug. "See you after the summer, be sure to I-M us, and please, try not to get into to much danger; you always worry your mother to death."

"Don't worry Mr. Blowfis, Mrs. Blowfis," said Annabeth. "I'll keep my eye on him."

After breakfast Paul left, and the pair separated and dressed, before gathering their bags on the fire escape where Blackjack could easily get to them. Annabeth had quite a few more bags than Percy, mostly because she was a girl. While guys could go months at a time with nothing more than a single change of clothes and a toothbrush, girls, no matter how hardened, were always a bit more high maintenance. She had a bag of clothes, a bag of books, and even a bag dedicated entirely to architectural plans, which weighed about half of her own body weight.

"Are you really gonna use all of these?" Percy asked as he lifted it onto the fire escape, using two hands due to its weight. "Is their really that much left to design on Olympus?"

"Well of course there is," said Annabeth incredulously. "Well, it isn't all for Olympus, some of them are for additions to the cabins pavilion, it just keeps growing and growing." Percy stepped out onto the rickety metal fire escape and looked out over Manhattan, reaching out with his mind as far as he could. "We're ready for ya buddy," he thought to Blackjack.

"I'm comin' boss!" the Pegasus thought back. The couple said there goodbye to Percy's mom, and before long they'd strapped all of their belongings to Blackjacks saddle. He gave an indignant snort as the last bag was attached. "Do I really have to carry this all by myself boss?" Percy stroked his nose soothingly.

"Ah horse up boy, it isn't that far to camp." Percy took the reins, and Annabeth seated herself behind him. They took of into the air towards camp, not knowing that within the Big House on Half-Blood hill, awaited new friends who would forever change their outlook on the past, the present, and the future.

The next gen kids will meet their parents next chapter, I promise.