Hello(: Okay, so this is going to be re-written, because since it was on hiatus I went back and re-read it and remembered why I put it on hiatus; it was both horrible and amature. So, I decided it would be best to re-write it. And, yes, it's a prologue; it's supposed to be short. I hope you enjoy it(:

Annabeth's POV

It's been thirteen years since Percy, excuse me, Perseus became Poseidon's Lieutenant, and the God of Riptide. Thirteen years to get over him, but I never did. Perhaps it was because I didn't want to let go of the boy I'd saved so many times from death, as he'd saved me in so many other ways. Or maybe it was because our fraternal twins - Adeline and Adrian - reminded me so much of him.

Adeline and Adrian. I lifted my head up from my work and looked over the twins. They were doing homework, though neither seemed to be paying attention to the math; they hadn't inherited my love of architecture or anything mathematical. They didn't have dyslexia, unlike most demigods, but they did have ADHD. I was never surprised to see that they had C's and C+'s, but I was extremely surprised that they never seemed to get expelled from school. They got called to the principal's office numerous times a day, though. My twins, the notorious trouble-makers; they would definitely make friends with the Hermes cabin, whenever they happened to go.

I examined their features, a fond smile flashing briefly across my face when I realized they were not doing homework, but planning another prank. Their features had never been a shock, there were a perfect combination of me and Perseus; Adeline had my smile, Percy's nose, grey eyes, black hair whereas Adrian had Percy's smile, my nose, blue-green eyes and blonde hair. They were as beautiful as their father was wonderful.

I sighed, a sudden sadness overcoming me. I'd noticed small things in the twins, small, nondescript things they'd inherited from the gods and goddesses of Olympus. They may not have DNA but their genes still got passed down. Aphrodite blessed them to be quite stunning, Apollo passed down a wonderful singing voice to Adeline, though she thought it quite useless, Hermes gave them both an unbelievable ability to lie, along with a poker face that could fool the Gods of thieves himself. Their sword skills, the only thing besides their looks, came from their father, the man I love, Percy.

The twins could fight—I'd made sure of that. Since I'd already told them of the existence of the gods and goddesses of Olympus—I couldn't stand having them wonder why their father was never around— monsters attacked frequently. I couldn't have them walking around, the very picture of a monsters lunch, without knowing how to fight. They were smart enough to see most traps beforehand. But they were too stubborn. Like me and the Sphinx, they would make the same mistake. Or would they? As they grew older, I began feeling like I knew less and less about them. We'd drifted apart. I keep feeling that if I was a good enough mother, I could reach out and fill the gaps of nothingness that now lay between us, but I could never seem to do it. They had to find their own way in life, and I couldn't stop them. But I didn't know if they'd be able to keep going on like this; fighting of monsters, coming home with multiple wounds. I was running low on ambrosia and nectar, and they were running low on enthusiasm and optimism.

There was only one place they could go, the very place I'd met their father. I knew they had to leave sooner or later, it was inevitable, but I'd been putting it off as much as I could. It was hard to say whether or not they'd come home after they left, but I fearing with my whole being they'd leave and would make the choice to never come back, I may never see my twins, my life, again. But their thirteenth birthday grew closer every day, only a week now. I suppose they'd better leave before it's too late. Leave to the place where they'd be safe. The place where they may never come back from;

Camp Half-Blood.