Annabeth

I pull back from the kiss, and finger his cheek. "Go back to sleep, Seaweed Brain. It's only 4."

He does, and I fall asleep too. I have a dream. A horrifying one.

I am at Artemis's, a place full of moonlight and silver arrows. A large silver circle of moonlight is in the center of the room, and the Hunters were there. Thalia Grace, one of my friends, and Zoe Nightshade are at the head. They look at me, their ageless eyes hypnotizing. Thalia is still the same age as she was 10 years ago.

"Annabeth Chase," they beckon me.

I walk toward them and I see Artemis. Long, curly dark brown hair lulled in a bun, a red toga and a bow and arrow strung around her back. She had dark skin and a stern face, with a carefree smile. Her feet had yellow sandals on. She said evenly, "My dear. I see you didn't take our . . . offer when you married Perseus Jackson."

I nod cautiously and she continues.

"Well. You realize that your troubles aren't over, Annabeth. Your children will be scarred in the next Great Prophecy - if we even make it out alive. Here's a little something," she shines a bit of moonlight from her circle on me and I fade to a vision.

A girl with long curly blonde hair and sea green eyes sits on the beach, bristling her fingers over a seashell. She looks about 13, and her expression is strained to keep cool. I think giddily to myself that this must be Benna or Fenitie or Fiona or whatnot. But my excitement does not last. A loud screech comes and she looks up. Her weapon is a sword. She kills several monsters, but she ends up crying with a gash on her leg.

"Fiona!" a girl with chocolate brown hair and light eyes calls, a scar on her eye. She looks around 16 or 17.

"Nerita!" she calls softly and they eat some ambrosia in silence. A boy comes to them, his hair ruffled and his eyes tired. He had blonde hair and intense gray eyes. I suspected he was an Athena child because he was fit, yet wore a intelligent expression. He looked 17.

"Hey, guys," the boy says.

"Liam!" Fiona hugs him and pulls back, "Where is Mason?"

"Here!" a boy with black hair and hazel eyes says as he greets them. He looks playful, with a large grin. He was muscular and tall, about 14, maybe.

Fiona pulls him into a kiss, and I try to get to her. She has a boyfriend? When I got back, she would never hear the end of it. Then, I realized she was here. In my stomach. I feel so stupid, so I just continue watching.

Nerita laughs, and sits next to Liam, who wraps a shoulder around her and smiles. The moment lasts for about 3 seconds. A swirl of venti and werewolves come in a wave. The lash out in battle, and they hardly make it out, everyone ending with long wounds down their faces and arms, scrapes on their legs. I gasp at this angrily.

I am snapped out of the vision.

"See? You must help them, not be weak," Artemis nods. "Don't take pity."

"I am not weak!" I snarl.

"Percy has weakened you. Love weakens you to a bad state. It makes you have pity for them, love them and risk your life for them. You can't trust love." Artemis hisses, her hair turning white like the moon, then coming back to dark brown. She rises up and shouts."That is why I stay unmarried! Roam as free as myself. Care for my Trusted, but never weakened by Love. Never. I stay strong and defend my ground. Keep what I trust and care safe. But I shun love. When love beckons, I refuse. I can trust, but never love. Do you understand why I don't have demigods and only my Hunters occasionally stay there? Because loving a mortal is not good, and I refuse on taking pity. And yet, even so, I am important and an Olympian!'

"Settle this with Aphrodite. I love Percy and Ladea. You won't change that. I am not weak, and I'm sure I won't become so," I force out, trying to be brave, but mutter out in a measly voice, "Sorry, Lady Artemis."

"I understand. I can't change the idiots who have love. Otherwise my fellow Olympian would be no more if there is no love. I won't interfere, but hence my warning," Artemis nods, flicking a spark of moon crater in my face.

I disinegrate into pale light and appear sweating. "Yo yo yo! All the beats and you feel the heat. Yo yo yo! Healing's Apollo's thing and nobody's gonna mess with my G-string!"

He sings along with his iPod, and I frown. I pull them out in the middle of a verse and looks at me in surprise. "I thought you would be coming later!"

"Uh, sorry?" I grimace.

"It's okay," he sighs. "I guess I should explain more than my ungrateful sister said. She has to chill, right?"

I am silent as a ray of beaming hot sun shines on my face, warming it. I feel light and sun mixed to warmness and I love the feeling of it shining down on me. It disappeared as soon as it came, though. I am into another vision. This time, it was a 16 year old Ladea in tears.

*Woo-hoo! 900 words. I feel my chapters are getting longer, yay! So, here it is. Sorry I couldn't post it yesterday ... super busy - holidays are coming so soon! PLease review, thanks for support, and Happy Holidays!*