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"Mother! Would you drop the subject already?"

"No, Annabeth. I will not. You are getting married, whether you like it or not!"

"But I'm not crown princess! I'm not going to be queen!"

"You never know. Something could happen to Malcom, and then you would be stuck with it." Malcom entered, said something to Mother, and she left with him. Alone, I sigh and flop in my chair. I reach up and pull the tiara off my head. Being princess of Athens isn't so bad. It's the responsibilities that come with it.

On the continent Olympia, there are twelve major kingdoms, and about 370 smaller ones. The twelve are ruled by Zeus, Poseidon, Dionysus, Ares, Hermes, Hephaestus, Apollo, Aphrodite, Demeter, Artemis, Hera, and Athena, my mother. They all have something that they focus on producing or using, like for Zeus, they focus on power and air. Power since they aren't getting very far with air. And Athena is in charge of battle strategies, and woven things.

Don't ask me why.

Anyway, Mother thinks that I need to marry, and I disagree. I'm only 16, and besides, there aren't any men out there who interest me…well, except for maybe Luke. But he's older, so he'll probably marry someone his age.

A whistle blows, pulling me out of my thoughts. The whistle signals dinner, and I put my tiara back on and straighten my gown. Then I head to the MASSIVE dining room in the middle of our palace. Mother makes a point of only talking to Malcom, so I eat quickly and stand to leave.

"Annabeth!" Mother's voice rings across the room.

"Huh? Oh, may I be excused, Your Majesty?"

"Yes, go on." I walk as fast as I can without running to my room, where I change into a tunic and trousers, pulling on a cloak to hide my hair. I leave my tiara in case of trouble, and climb the vines outside my room to the ground. Then I run to the horses stable, saddle a random horse, and head to Athena City. Making sure my hood covers my tiara, I ride into the city. I am making my way to a small house on the edge of Malcom River. (I have my own river, too.) Dismounting the horse, I tie it to a post where another horse stands. I slip my tiara into the saddle bag, making sure that no one is around. Then I knock quietly on the door.

Loover opens it, Chiron's butler. I walk past him with a nod and enter the training room. Unusually, there are two figures in there.

"Ah! Annabeth, welcome. This young man is here one time only to train also, so I hope it's alright." Chiron says.

"Fine," I say, without taking my eyes of the man.

"Well, let's get started," Chiron says, breaking the silent stare between my gray eyes and the man's sea-green ones. "Today, we are focusing on sword fighting. Annabeth, pick a sword. You too." I move to the weapons table, and my hands find an ivory sword. The man glances around, and picks up a pen off the table.

"What's this doing here?" He asks. Chiron beams.

"That is one of the few enchanted items left. Uncap it." The man does as he's told, and it grow into a 3-foot sword, glowing bronze.

"Nice," He comments. Chiron has us practice sparing, and we end up with a draw. I've practiced sword-fighting before, and it's clear that the stranger has too. Chiron says we can have the swords, he's got dozens, and the two of us leave together. There is a dark figure crouched at my saddle bag, and I draw my sword.

"What are you doing in there, thief?" I hiss. The figure looks up, a short man with a grubby face.

"Me is Marco, and me find you tiara!" He waves it triumphantly. I advance him slowly.

"Then you must know who I am. I am the Princess of this city, and you have just been caught stealing!" Marco's face drains of color. He bows and hands me the tiara. Then he moves to the other horse. The owner draws his sword lazily.

"I wouldn't." He says. Marco grins. "Why? It's not like you royalty too. Marco isn't that unlucky—" He stops with his hand in the bag, his face disbelieving as he draws out a crown.

"I guess Marco is that unlucky. Scram!" Marco drops the crown and does as he's told. The man scoops it up, puts it on his head, and tips it like a gentleman. "See you later, Princess Annabeth of Athens," He says, and is gone.

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