A/N: Hello, fellow fan-fictioners. This story will probably be updated a little more slowly than my first one. Sorry, it's just a little more complicated. First chapter is dedicated to shaadiaPrincessOfWeird and ObsidianEggplant. Sorry if I spelled it wrong or something, you know who you are.

Disclaimer: As I am simply not awesome enough, All characters/ ideas belong to their respective owners. (Artemis Fowl to Eoin Colfer, Percy Jackson to Rick Riordan, etc.) I own my Athena, and any other characters I happen to come up with during the course of this story.

Athena lay in bed for a moment, snuggled deep in the blankets on the large, soft bed. After almost a life-time bedding down wherever she happened to be when she got too tired, the bed felt like heaven. She'd been living at Fowl Manor for almost six months, and a light snow dusted the ground outside her window. It might have made her jumpy, might have made her remember the Northern Base... but the concept of trouble here now seemed so foreign. Teya had left her alone.

A knock sounded on her door. Yawning, Athena sat up and said, "come in."

Angeline Fowl, her new mom, came in. Her face held the usual smile, and her eyes twinkled with mirth. "You do know it is almost noon," Angeline asked playfully.

Athena groaned, then stretched. "Alright," she sighed. "I'm up."

Angeline winked at her. "I just thought I'd warn you, Artemis is determined to teach you how to play the piano."

Athena rolled her eyes. Artemis had been badgering her to let him teach her the piano for the past month. She was hoping that he would give up eventually... but her new brother wasn't used to not getting his way.

"Thanks," she muttered. Angeline left, closing the door behind her. Athena swung her legs over the side of her queen-size bed. She ruefully examined the cloths in the drawers of her oak dresser. She didn't have much in the way of variety. Just jeans, a couple T-shirts, and jackets (most of which were black). Something caught her eyes. An outfit was draped across her desk chair.

Curious, Athena walked over. There was a note on top. It read as follows.

'Put it on and you shall meet me within the next twenty-four hours.'

Okay, cryptic and probably dangerous. It could easily be Teya... but this wasn't really the Aeri's style. Cautiously, Athena layed the cloths out on her messy bed. A mauve spandex-type tank top; a pair of black leggings with silver thread on the cuffs; and belt thing made of silvery circles interwoven with a colorful, silky cloth. Strangest of all, was the necklace. It was a black length of cord with a single silvery-grey glass bead about an inch in diameter that had the shape of an owl in it.

Athena got a shiver looking at it. Her instincts seemed to sharpen, to get suddenly pushed into overdrive. She wanted to know who had put those there, but every nerve in her body was tingling, saying 'Bad Idea'!

Athena thought for a moment. Then she donned the cloths. They fit her perfectly. She waited, tensed, for something to happen. Nothing did, for a long time. Athena shrugged. The note said twenty-four hours. She might as well go down and have breakfast... make that lunch... brunch... whatever.

She ate bacon, bagels, and eggs for breakfast. Artemis raised his eyebrows skeptically at the simple breakfast, but Athena didn't care. Sometimes simplicity was the way to go.

"Athena," he started.

She had gotten so used to the routine, that she answered before Artemis could go any farther. "No."

"But..."

"No."

Artemis huffed with annoyance.

"You won't even listen to my any..." he started, but Athena interrupted again.

"Nope." Smiling, Athena walked into the kitchen with her empty plate and glass.

When she'd rinsed them and put them in the dishwasher, Athena went outside. The cold invigorated her, and she knew Artemis wasn't going to come tramping after her. She heard a clambering in the house, and she turned. Artemis was clambering into a pair of snow boots. Athena rolled her eyes. She had barely stopped to put on a pair of calf-high fashion boots. She didn't even have a jacket on. But what the heck. It was a warm day.

Apparently Artemis was serious about this piano thing. He was managing to trudge through the inch of show towards her. "I'll make you a deal," she called back to him. "If you catch me... you can give me an hour lesson today."

"Not fair!" Artemis called to her frustratedly, but he began to run towards her.

Athena shrugged and took off into the woods behind the manor. An icy wind whipped her hair around her face, but Athena ran faster and faster, until the trees were nothing more than a blur. She looked back and saw that Artemis' face was red with the effort of almost keeping up.

She looked forward, and suddenly, a blue mirror-like thing materialized right in front of her. She just had time to yelp in surprise, before inertia took over and her world turned electric blue.

Suddenly, Artemis was gone, the trees were gone, she was no longer cold. There was a roaring sound in her ears. Waves of other colors meshed with the blue, and then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. There was complete silence.

Athena was lying face-down on green grass, and a warm breeze blew over her. Spitting grass out of her mouth, Athena sat up. And nearly leaped out of her skin.

"What the HELL...P." The 'P' came out entirely without her consent, but she couldn't blame it. She was surrounded by about thirty teenagers, all decked up in ancient armor and carrying swords and daggers. One girl held a spear that crackled with red energy.

Then she saw the centaur. And he was definitely NOT Foaly.