Hello my lovelies!

The news of increased threats pushed the demigod world into overdrive. Camp Half-Blood buzzed with activity as demigods honed their combat skills. Chiron, his brow furrowed in worry, addressed a gathering of young heroes.

"Kronos is no fool. He anticipates our every move. We need an unconventional approach, something that throws him off balance."

His words were met with a sea of determined faces. Among them stood Annabeth, her eyes burning with a newfound resolve. The guilt that had plagued her slowly morphed into a fierce protectiveness for Estelle. She wouldn't let Kronos use her daughter.

Suddenly, a voice piped up from the back. It was Clarisse La Rue, the fiery daughter of Ares. "We need to hit him where it hurts. Let's target his resources, his spies, his mortal puppets. Make him fight from a weaker position."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. Chiron nodded, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. Clarisse, despite her brash exterior, often proved to be a valuable asset with her strategic mind.

Meanwhile, at the Jackson household, Sally and Paul took matters into their own hands. They enrolled Estelle in self-defense classes, much to the seven-year-old's initial resistance. However, the playful jabs and kicks she learned slowly transformed into a newfound confidence that shone in her bright eyes.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Estelle drew a picture in her sketchbook. It was a simple sketch of her family – Sally, Paul, and herself – holding hands, walking down a street lined with trees. Yet, there was a new detail - a shield, emblazoned with a lightning bolt, appeared beside her.

Sally's heart ached as she saw the drawing. It was a poignant reminder of the life Estelle could never truly have – a life free of threats and dangers. Wrapping her arm around her daughter, she whispered, "We'll protect you, Estelle. No matter what."

In the days that followed, the demigod world and the Jackson household became two battlefronts in the war against Kronos. One fought with swords and spells, the other with courage and unwavering love. Though separated by distance, they were united by a common goal - to protect Estelle and ensure that she, along with the future, remained free from the clutches of the evil Titan.

The storm was brewing, the tension palpable, and the fate of the world hung in the balance. But amidst the chaos, a single, unassuming drawing served as a beacon of hope, a testament to the unwavering love of a family and the unyielding spirit of a young girl – a girl who, unknowingly, held the key to a future yet to be written.