Okay, this chapter is pretty much just the letters, but I think they're cute. And if you read closely, you'll find exactly what Lena needs to hear.

Ha! I was quick today! I'm also gonna at least START chapter Sixteen tonight. Though, don't expect this every night. Most nights won't be home til 6ish, and then you add shower (cuz I'll be getting home from swim), food, and homework time...it'll be into the evening. But I'll try REALLY hard to find AS MUCH time to write as possible. I have a recorded new episode of Leverage to watch, and instead I spent my evening WRITING! YAY!

So again, I want suggestions on a quest for Lena and Zack to undergo in this story, and continuation suggestions for my other story "Here We Are, I Guess". For that story, I've gotten several requests for Percy to get into a fight with an old hero, and I got a request for him to fight Hercules. I'll toss the idea around in my head for a couple days (what else am I gonna do in class? LISTEN? Psh!) and I'll try to type it up by end of week. Though, I think my priority story will be this one. This weekend I'll just go writer maniac! I'll write some of this, hopefully chapter three of my other story, and then I wanna start my series of one-shots with Percy and Annabeths life. I'm thinking of calling it 'Living Through Painful Things' to kinda match this title, and start it with Annabeth being pregnant? Cuz that's really where all this starts.

Anyhoo, it's only been a couple hours since I posted, but VIRTUAL HUGS MUST STILL BE SENT! (You guys don't understand my excitement when my Ipod dings that I have a new email. :) )

Sending to: p4d, Meepmeep123, Pandastyle, bribaby716, and SilverPen22

Replies to reviews:

Meepmeep123: Thanks! I was proud of that scene! I thought it was cute, but not too unrealistic. Like it could've actually happened. For the videos, I tried to find times where a camera might've been present, but idk...that's kinda hard. And here you go, practically an entire chapter dedicated to the letters.

Pandastyle: Aw! That's so sweet! Thanks! :,) And, I'm pretty sure you were the one to request it. ;) And, is this updating soon enough? YAY! You told your friend?! YAY! I love it when I hear about you people telling other people. Getting the word out! THAT'S SO AMAZING OF YOU GUYS!

Well, here you go guys!

Disclaimer: Not gonna say it...

READ ON!

I opened my fathers first.

Dear Silena

Your mother said I should write this. She said it'll be good for if anything happens to us. I doubt anything will. Not because I'm so arrogant to think I can never be killed, despite what your mother likes to think, but because I'd really rather not think of a bleak future. I'd rather enjoy the great time I get to have with you at this time, this day, but you're napping so I guess I don't have an excuse to not write this letter.

I'm pretty sure this is where I state how much I love you. I think the fact that I, a very dyslexic demigod, am slaving over this letter is a testament to how much I love you. I would face gods and Prophecies and monsters for you over and over again, and I've already had my share of doing all three of those. I'd hold up the sky for you, which I did for your mother. I would lay my sword down for you, though I hope I never have to.

Your mother and I are setting things in motion in case we ever do die before you're older. Though, I'm not sure if there will ever be an age where I'll go 'Okay, you can go face the dangerous world of monsters and gods and everything else out there alone. Have fun. DOn't forget your jacket!' But I feel like that's a general parent thing. The sense of not wanting to let go is just increased sense I know what's out there.

I wish you didn't have to know. I found out when I was twelve and I had to grow up a lot faster than others my age. By the time I was sixteen, I had stopped a war, gone on several dangerous quests with minimal supplies, and faced death more times than I could count.

Your mother had it worse than me. She ran away when she was seven. We just wanted you to be able to be a child, to be normal, something we never got to be. At first, when we started moving, we still tried to keep it from you, but you were so curious and eventually it was hard to find excuses for the monster attacks.

It broke my heart to tell you.

It broke it even more when you seemed excited about this new world. You thought it was a world of Fairy Tales and we let you believe that, we didn't want you to think otherwise. You keep pressing for details on what we did as I kid, and I'll tell you a little, to try to satisfy you, but it only makes you crave more. Part of me wants you to know, it's not all that fun. That you don't always get a Fairy Tale ending. In fact, heroes ever do. My mom had named me after the ONE hero in ancient times who got a happy ending, in hopes that it would help.

The hero we named you after may not have gotten a real happy ending, but she was brave to the end, and that's all I could ever dream for.

The other part of me, however, hopes you never discover the cruelty of our reality. I hope you stay in your little world of Fairy Tales, where the hero always saves the damsel, and no one dies in the end. Where the bad guy just decides what he did was wrong, and gets some other form of punishment.

I suppose, if I wanted you to understand anything about my life it's that everyone needs some help every now and then, or often, and that's okay, you just gotta be as loyal to those people as they are to you. When I was thirteen, Athena told me my fatal flaw was loyalty. That I would, in fact, be loyal until death. I suppose if I die because of loyalty, I have no reason to regret it. So if I do die, and you're reading this, don't feel bad. I chose my death. If died, I don't know, in a stupid car crash or something, well, there was probably no way to avoid it.

You don't need to be loyal until death, just be loyal in life.

I'll love you even after death. Trust me, I've seen the Underworld several times, probably on worse terms than to actually go there because you're dead.

~PERCY JACKSON~

My tears had begun to blur the letters. I quickly moved the letter so it wouldn't be ruined. After wiping my eyes, I moved on to my mother's letter.

My perfect, perfect daughter,

Oh, how it pains me to write this. You cannot comprehend it until you are a mother yourself.

You know, I never really thought I'd be a mother, after going through what I did, knowing what I know. I was terrified when I discovered I was pregnant. I suppose you could say all my fears had come true, but not even for a moment do I regret it. You are even more perfect than I dreamed. I love you to the Underworld and Olympus and back.

I had been preparing a box of things for you to take after our death ,so you could remember us, and perhaps understand us a little better. I've been scrounging for photos and video clips from everyone I know. I also took your fathers Minotaur horn. He kept it all those years.

I also hope that, in our death, you take our weapons and my hat. Leo says that your fathers pen, Riptide, should become yours should we die. This gives me some comfort.

I asked your father to write one of these as well, and I can see him on the counter of the motel we're at, doing just that. Yet, I find myself at a loss for words. The idea of me not being able to see you grow up hurts more than a knife wound covered with poison, and I've, sadly, been there before.

Although, as I reflect on being a mother, again, I do not regret being a mother. While this was not how I imagined our life being, it will be more than suffice. Every time I see you smile, or hear you laugh, I can't help but smile or laugh along with you. Your joy is infectious.

I hope your light never diminishes.

Your curiosity has started setting in. I believe it's an Athena thing. you just keep asking questions. Sometimes I'll look you in the eye, and I'll beg you not to ask, but you just continue to question everything. Your heritage with the gods, your father and I's odd scars, our own past. Our past is dark and filled with many deaths and losses.

When I was seven I ran away from my family. I hope you never experience this. It was awful. My mother guided me towards help. Thalia and Luke. Thalia though was killed, or so we thought, just before we entered the safety of camp.

For a while, I was excited about all these people who understood me, but slowly, I began alienating myself. I wanted to be alone.

Until that fateful day when I was twelve.

I had always wanted to go on a quest. To, ironically, leave camp. To see if I'm really something out there. Chiron told me I would have to wait for someone special.

Nowadays, I look back and think, if I knew all that Percy would lead to ,what would I have done?

I can't help but thinking I would do nothing different.

By meeting Percy, and befriending him, I opened myself to a literal world of hurt and pain, but also a world of friendship, loyalty, and love.

And if I knew all of it would lead to the beautiful girl taking a nap to my right, I would have rushed it all just to meet you.

For a long time, I was confused about Percy.

When I first met him I thought he was a goofy, arrogant kid. Then when I found out who his father was, I figured we were natural enemies. Poseidon vs. Athena. Then he became my friend. I mean, go on a dangerous quest together and that can be an expected outcome.

In our second quest into the Sea of Monsters, he saw something really personal of mine. He saw my personal fatal flaw. Pride. That sort of sharing changes how you feel about a person, but at that time, I didn't understand.

That winter, I had been taken in a rescue-mission-gone-awry. I just kept thinking 'Percy will come. He won't leave me. He'll come save me.'

And he did. It was a quest he wasn't even invited to go on. In fact, he was told very much so to stay back. He snuck out and went anyways. After that, a small voice in my head said 'I am in love with Percy Jackson', but I was too rational. I kept telling myself that having feelings for him was foolish. We were far too different. Now I know thinking that had been foolish.

When I finally got to lead a quest, the first person I thought to accompany me was your father. At a certain point in our quest, we got separated from the other quest members. We were trapped in a VERY dangerous situation (though, we never really were in a situation that wasn't REALLY dangerous). He told me to flee and that he had a plan. I doubted he did, but I knew he was trying to save me.

And then I kissed the stupid Seaweed Brain.

It was quick, but left us both shocked. I then fled, invisible because of my cap.

I must have been miles away, but I still heard the explosion.

Perhaps you'll learn about it in school. The explosion of Mount St. Helens. Your father caused that explosion when he was fifteen.

Percy didn't come back for weeks. I felt like I had my heart ripped out of my chest. When he came back, I felt like my world had finally righted itself.

So, of course, I yelled at him in front of everyone.

I was never very good with emotions, especially painful ones.

When he suggested bringing in his mortal friend Rachel, who is now a friend of mine as well. Despite what your father likes to think, it has nothing to do with the fact she is now an eternal maiden. Anyway, when he suggested it, I was as mad as ever. Later, I realized I had been jealous. My plan hadn't worked, but he thought a MORTAL could do better. I had been vain. Prideful.

During that summer of the Second Titan War, I tried to catch your father's attention, but he was so oblivious. We started arguing. He finally read the Great Prophecy, which sure made it sound like he'd be killed, and he shrugged it off like it was another day in the office. I knew he was scared, but when I called him a coward, I don't think that's what was talking about...

Right after the battle, the gods gifted us for our valor and heroism and victory. I had been made official architect of Olympus. Your father, on the other hand, had been offered to become a god.

Fear pained me. I flashed to those weeks without him the previous year and I felt like the pain would crush me. I had finally admitted to myself I was, in fact, in love with Percy Jackson, and then he was gonna leave me to become a stupid god. Or so I thought.

He turned them down. I couldn't have been more shocked.

He instead asked that the gods claim their children by the age of thirteen, and that all gods, even minor ones, get recognition and a cabin at Camp Half-Blood.

Unfortunately, this means that when you're older, you won't be able to visit Camp Half-Blood. That saddens me, since it was such a place of good memories for your father and I, but if you're claimed by Poseidon and/or Athena, it'll make you that much easier to find. Through multiple loopholes and protection from gods, Athena and Poseidon don't have to claim you unless you step onto the campground.

Anyway, after the war, I finally kissed him after he attempted to, what sounded like, ask me out. Those months had been the best I could recall. He was awkward and jumpy, but sweet and as loyal as ever, maybe even more if possible.

Then, just four months after the First Great Prophecy, it was all ripped out from under my feet like a rug, leaving me confused and hurt beyond belief.

The Second Great Prophecy had begun, and your father had been taken from me.

Everyone in my life-My father, my mother, Luke, Thalia-had all left me at some point. Some came back, some didn't. Your father never did, so to have him taken from me made it feel like the world had shattered, and its sharp shards were driving into my entire being, my entire soul, my entire heart.

Jason, Leo, and Piper came after three days.

I didn't get your dad back for eight months.

At times when I try to imagine Tartarus (though, I've seen it) and the Fields of Punishment (sadly, I've seen that as well), I just remember that crushing feeling.

When I got your father back, it was like the sun had shone for the first time in eight months, and all the snow and ice had left.

Of course, the Second Great Prophecy had brought even more dangers and losses with it.

But your father and I survived it all.

I guess what I want you to take from all this is that don't be afraid to let others in. I had been afraid for the longest of times, but it was worth it. Even the pain of losing your father. It was all worth it. I would have done the eight months, just to have five minutes with him again. It's another thing I don't regret.

You'll forever be in my heart.

Annabeth Chase Jackson