Please post reviews, it makes my days a bit brighter. :) I have been very busy, and it's been a hassle to still type up chapters along with my truckload of schoolwork and extra activities. :/ This is sped up into Reyna's wedding. Sorry for the time skip, but I needed a way to hurry on with the story and fit everything in. :D

Annabeth

Percy and I missed our anniversary. But that's okay. We're okay now . . . for a bit. Harintok is cast away for awhile, so we're in luck. Every week brings a few monsters. But that's okay, because Ladea has her own armor and weapons, and she's a courageous fighter. And she's only 4 now. I dress her up in a lacy yellow and pink dress with white flowers. I braid her hair and attach several roses to it.

"Mommy - I pretty!" she squeals.

"I know," I laugh, strapping on gold sandals to her feet.

"Let's get going!" Percy comes out. His hair is combed back and he is wearing a black satin suit with dress shoes. His green eyes mesmerize me and his smile still makes my heart skip a beat. In his pocket, Riptide is glistening. He looks at me and gasps, "Holy Hera, Annabeth!"

"What?" I grin.

"Mommy and I pretty!" Ladea jumps up and down, giggling.

"Uh-duh," Percy mumbles, "Come on, let's go!"

We head in the car, and soon, we're at Camp Jupiter.

Percy

I couldn't help staring at Annabeth. Her hair was in silky waves and her eyes tinkled in delight. She wore a long strapless pink dress and red heels, and a flower tucked in her hair. Ladea was bouncing up and down, laughing happily.

I sighed. This wouldn't last for long, I assumed. Ladea - when she is 16 . . . the Great Prophecy and Harintok's rise may be too much for us to handle. I shook the thought away. This is Reyna's wedding. And Orean's. And I would not ruin some of our only good memorable moments. I slapped on a grin and touched Annabeth's hand.

"Fiona Jackson. Curly blonde with your amazing eyes," Annabeth says, looking at me. "4 and a half months. AH! Sorry, kicked."

I place a hand on her stomach and I feel a rhythmatic thump-thump-thum of baby feet kicking Annabeth.

We pull up and head out. Ladea carried our gifts, which is 100 dollars each and Ladea 50, and head in.

"Hello," Piper greets us.

"Hey," I reply.

We pass through a gate and security and see a large area with 300 chairs and it was very, very fancy.

"Ooh-la-la!" Nerita says, twirling around. Her chocolately brown hair is in 3 braids tied to another, and endless curls and curves set upon her long hair. Her blue eyes are solid. "Mommy says Lade-eea is flower girl!"

Piper laughs and Jason puts his arms around her. They kiss and Nerita turns away and faces Ladea.

"Today is Reyna's . . . wed," she ponders, and points to a basket of candy, "Let's go!" They race off.

I slip my arms around Annabeth. "She's growing up."

"Huh. Don't grow up too fast, live life while you got it," she scoffed. "Stupid third Great Prophecy."

"It's in 12 years. Chill out." I grin, kissing her hair.

"She'll be 13," Annabeth squeaks, pointing to her stomach, which is round and swollen.

"And . . . " I realized she must have had a dream too.

"In it. 13, damn! Percy, ours was when we were 15, then 16-17," Annabeth tensed.

"Chill, and enjoy the wedding," I laugh, and we head over.

The other stuff is just waiting forever for everyone to show up and their oaths and blah and blah. Then, Rachel Dare, one of my friends ran up.

Green mist covered her, her eyes were stony and cold.

"Abide to the cruel one's wish,

Hence the burden of Poseidon's kin,

Burnt through love of wisdom's joy.

More than one of the last,

Break the tradition through the past.

The pained, the strength, the golden one's dream,

10 circles to be tortured by the Titan's hate,

Destruction that will prevail or reveal doomed fate."

Rachel collapsed softly into Orean's buff arms. Orean helped her up and nodded. "I assume this is the next Great Prophecy."

Reyna wasn't startled about Rachel and Orean and she nodded her head sadly. "But it may not happen for a while. Although," she glared at me, "A descendant of Percy will be in it."

"LET'S JUST ENJOY THIS FOR NOW!" one of the ghosts screamed. Everyone was back up and talking, chatting. The deep thought in my head pulsed again.

"It's okay, Percy. 12 years. It will be fine. I know that, just . . . calm down." Annabeth swung her arms around my neck and we kissed. Her hair fell into my chests and her hands clung onto my neck.

"Fine," I murmur. "Fine."