A/N: Well, Charles and Silena are ready to leave for their quest. This is them saying goodbye to Annabeth, their mother. Yes, yes, yes. I had a very good day today! Are you going to let me ramble on? Well then I suggest you start reading! Enjoy Chapter 7. WARNING: I am making up most of this stuff. All rights to Rick Riordan, but the extra's are mine.

Charles POV:

"Try this one…" James handed me another sword. I swung it around in a circle decapitating invisible enemies. I couldn't see myself with this hunk of metal. It was too heavy, and the handle was chipped.

"What's this one?" I picked up a sword that was half metal and half of a golden metal. I think it is Stygian Iron, like what Dad's sword was made out of. He told me that before he… Disappeared.

As soon as I picked it up, it turned into a lethal looking scythe. It was whipped out of my hands way too quick. I glanced up at where it went. I was in James' hands and he carefully set it down carefully.

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you." Silena looked up at his grim and serious face. His grave stare at the blade told me it wasn't ordinary.

"Why?" I asked. He closed his eyes seeing it safely on the ground.

"It has a very… Very long and sad story. It can hurt both mortals and demigods. Very dangerous. This is not the one for you."

I glanced at Silena and she had picked out a bow and an arrow canister that can be slung over her shoulder. James told her it would never be empty. Almost like magic. Pretty much is magic with everything going on. Since James was the son of Apollo, he would be able to teach my sister how to shoot accurately.

"How about this one. Looks like your mom's" James picked out a silver knife that looked almost identical to the one my Mom pulled out when the Cyclops attacked Dad and Mom. I didn't want something that was short, and I didn't think I would like a short and pointy stick that limit my maneuvers.

Then something caught my eye. In the back of the weapon shed, was a silver, four foot blade hanging on the wall. It had a leather handle. I picked it up and it had a nice grip to it. I swung it and it felt like it was supposed to be in my hands. The weight was just right and when I pushed the tip down on the floor, it disappeared until I was holding a small silver key identical to the one for my house.

I closed my fingers around it. I tried to feel the grooves but it was a blank one. James looked at me and smiled.

"Your father came to camp right after you were born. Chiron has told me this story a few times." James stared at the key in my hand. "Percy picked out this one for you. He thought it was definitely for you." I liked the idea of that. I swung my new possession in a circle and it felt right.

Silena broke the silence. "I'm thinking we have our weapons. Are we ready to go find Dad?"

I nodded and we exited the shed. It was still morning and we had just left the council meeting and we went to get our weapons. Silena and I were going to pack what little we had and say goodbye to Mom.

"I will see you guys in the Big House when you are done saying goodbye."

Silena responded with a yes and we ran off to Cabin three. When we reached the steps our feet hesitated. We stopped on the grass and listened inside. I heard small moans and hiccups. Silena glanced at me and I nodded at her as an approval to continue up the steps. I took them one at a time and slowly opened the door. Mom sitting on the bed with her head hung in her hands. Her shoulders were rising rapidly with increasing sobs. She looked up at us and her eyes were red and puffy.

"Kids. Where's Bianca? Are you ok? Any news?" She stood up and held us in a tight embrace. She rubbed her hands on our backs trying to comfort us, despite she was the one who needed comfort. She pulled back when she felt her bow and arrow canister slung over her shoulder. Her expression was horrified as she gasped in surprise.

"What in the name of Hades is this?" She never seemed to notice our weapons until now. Probably because of the excessive tears. Then she looked down at my waist expecting a sword but was confused when there was an absence. I handed her the key that was still in my hand. She turned it around and around.

"This is my sw-" I started.

"Yes, I know. P-Percy and I picked it our for you when you first born." She stumbled on Dad's name.

"I haven't figured out how to… Reactivate it I guess."

As if on instinct or cue, Mom tucked the key between her thumb and her pointer finger on her left hand. Her right hand took her thumb and finger and twisted the key in her hand as if her palm were the lock and she turned it to the right most like she were opening a door. Then took a deep breath and pulled it out from her grasp quickly and it reformed into the magnificent sword I saw in the weapon shed. Then she held it up and turned it around to look at it at all angles.

I gasped. It was amazing and so sharp. I could protect my self with it. I knew it would do the job.

Mom pushed it down on the ground and it turned back into a key. She looked at me with a blank stare. Silena was confused too. Without warning, Mom walked outside and down the steps.

"Mom?" Silena looked at me and we ran after her. We stayed a few seconds behind her. I had to push through large groups of orange shirts. Finally we caught up to her and she pushed open the door of the craft shed. I waited outside with Silena, and when she came back out she had a leather cord in her hand. She walked up to me and strung the key on the string with her nimble hands. Mom raised her hands and tied it behind my neck.

The key sat lightly on my neck and from that moment on, I vowed I would never let it leave. Ever. Mom's hands ran through my blonde hair and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Go. Be safe and protect your sister. Bianca will stay here." She must have had a feeling about our quest. Mom reached out to us and hugged us again. This one was a bit more motherly. She put a hand on Silena's shoulder and rubbed her thumb by her collarbone.

Then we took off. James met us at the bottom of the hill where the camp van would take us. We climbed in after we put our bags in the back. The only thing I had were the clothes on my body, my sword, and that was basically it. James had a good friend, a son of Hermes, steal some things from the camp store for Silena and I. We had a backpack full of toiletries, an orange camp tee shirt, and a change of jeans. James had his sword, and medicine kit. I didn't know what state Dad would be in but I was lucky we had a son of Apollo.

I helped load Silena in the back of the van and I climbed in next to her. James got in the front seat next to the driver.

"Argus is going to take us downtown Manhattan. That's as far as he can go." James said.

"Who's Argus?" I asked. The driver turned around in his seat revealing a face and a waving hand. They were covered in blue eyes. Everywhere. One was winking and two were crossing themselves to look at each other. I smiled trying not to let myself gasp at the sight.

"Hello. Argus." Silena said with her jaw ajar.

"He doesn't like to talk. He has something on…" James motioned to his tongue and I understood.

I looked back up to the hill, and saw Mom hugging her waist with Chiron at her side. I waved through the window and the van lurched forward.

And we were off.

A/N: Another chapter. Yay! Read and Review. I hope this isn't a bad story. Dare you to flame me! Ha-ha, actually I would appreciate it if you don't… I am SO BORED! Ok. I hope you have a wonderful day!