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Annabeth

When I pulled the top off, I was confused. All that was in there was a picture in a frame. That was what all this risking was for? I could've walked into a trap for… for a picture?!

But my thoughts were stopped, for I recognized the three people.

Two adults, one baby.

I easily recognized the baby as me, in my mother's arms. She was looking at me with loving eyes, and then my gaze traveled to a masculine arm wrapped around her shoulders.

I followed the arm up to the man's shoulders. Then to the face. The man was looking at the artist with a big smile plastered on his face. He had blond hair cut short, with no facial hair. I knew in an instant it was my father. He had deep brown eyes, that had smile wrinkles. He wore a white toga, with sandals, and a golden chain with an owl clasp.

Oh. That's why Athena wanted me to keep my golden chain so nicely kept. It was my father's chain! I fingered the belt around my waist with reverence that I had not had before. This was my dads. I looked back at my father.

I had never seen my father. When he had died, Athena had burned every portrait or painting of him. I guess she didn't want any reminders of him. I was kinda angry that she hadn't at least kept one for me.

But now I didn't need one. I hugged the small painting.

I don't know why you are doing this for me, but thank you so much, Poseidon! I thought, hoping my thoughts would reach Poseidon.

I stared at my father again, just soaking up his image.

But my goggling was interrupted abruptly when I heard my mother calling, "Annabeth? Are you in your room? Can you unlock your door, please? I need to talk to you."

I jumped up. I couldn't let her see this picture, for she would probably dispose of it, and even if she kept it, she would definitely ask where I got it. If I said from Poseidon, her number one enemy, she would probably be so mad, that I would probably spontaneously combust from just being in her presence because of her angriness.

I thought fast, then ran to my closet, and practically slapped the owl clasp on the painting of me. The wall started rolling, but not fast enough. When it was open enough for the painting to fit, I put it down gently on the floor in the shadowy passage, then touched the clasp in mid-rolling. I hoped it would stop in the middle of it's moving and start moving back.

Thank the gods it did. I ran back, closed my closet door, then sprinted to my door. I ripped it open and faced Athena.

Thankfully, she looked like she was in a good mood. I let her in, and said, "Hi mom! What's up?"

She looked at me, then said confusedly, "Why are you panting? And what was that rolling sound I heard?"

I forgot about the god's supernatural hearing they have. I was also surprised, cause being a god, she should've known that there was a hidden passage here. Especially since it was her palace, so she must've designed it. She should at least know that the painting in my closet had a copy that it was connected to...

Actually, she doesn't know a thing about the copy picture, or the painting I just gave you, or the hidden passage. I made the passage, and keep it hidden from her view, and the copy picture is one that I had made, and the painting I gave you is the last painting of your father. I grabbed it before she could demolish it, and kept it so I could give it to you when you were old enough. Again, that was Poseidon speaking to me in my head.

I was so confused about Poseidon. I feel like he should hate me, for he did kill my father, and I should hate him. But he has been so kind to me.

I shook away my thoughts, and looked at Athena, who was waiting for an answer.

Being a daughter of Athena in these situations help a lot, cause that helped me think fast, but accurately. "Oh, I was just moving around my furniture. Do you like it so far?"

It was true, earlier today, I had moved my desk over, and had put an armchair in between my bed and the desk with the mirror. Athena hadn't known yet, so it was the perfect lie.

Athena looked around, then back at me, "Yes, I do. Come with me, I need to speak with you."

She walked out to my deck. I followed her.

She leaned on the railing, then looked back at me. She gazed at me for a while.

"Annabeth, you are growing into quite a lovely young lady."

I smiled at her, "Thank you, mom. So what did you want to talk about?"

Was it just my imagination, or did I see her glance at my chain, and saw tears sparkling in her eyes?

"Never mind. It can wait for another time." She looked away, and I saw her elbow go up, like she was wiping her eyes, "Now, would you like to go and have dinner with me?"

I agreed, but was furiously thinking. What was she going to tell me? Did it have something to do with my father? She did look at my chain… my father's chain.

What was she going to say?

Well, I never figured out.

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It might be kinda confusing, but Annabeth is recounting this in her mind, like a memory. This memory was when she was growing up, to the age she is now. The next chapter will be present time, so she will be 16, about three years after these last few chapters happened. Sorry if it was confusing! Please review!