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Trust? I don't think so. Well, maybe...
"So, Italian, or Mexican?" Annabeth asks.
"I'm not telling. It's our one year anniversary. Has to be a total surprise," Percy tells his girlfriend.
"Get Will. Now," Annabeth runs to the top of the hill. Percy sees the limp figure of a girl in the shadow of the Athena Parthenos. He turns and runs to the Apollo camp, screaming for the head counselor all the way.
"Will! Will! Will!"
"What's wrong?" Will jogs up from the cabin.
"Girl. Unconscious. Hill," Percy gasps.
"Which one?"
"Athena."
"Take a drink of water and catch your breath," Will says. "Kayla, Percy's on the steps just outside. Get him some water. Austin, John, grab a stretcher and come on," Will darts back out the door with his three siblings. Kayla hands Percy a water bottle. He dumps it on his head and follows the group back to the hill, where Annabeth is pressing down on the girl's right shoulder and left leg.
"She's breathing, but barely," Annabeth says. "Bleeding a lot."
"Thea?" Will whispers.
"What?" Percy asks.
"Thea! Hey! Come on, come on. Don't die. Please," Will applies pressure to a cut on the girl's face.
"You know her?" Austin asks, lifting her into the stretcher.
"My sister."
"You want her in the cabin then?"
"Yeah."
"Kay. On three," john count to three and he and Austin lift the stretcher and carry it back to cabin seven.
"Kayla! Set up a cot!" Austin calls as they get close. The girl quickly does so. The boys move Thea to the cot.
"Wet cloth," Will says. Someone hands him one and he wipes the blood away from his sister's shoulder wound.
"Threaded needle," he stitches the cut- which looks like a stab from a knife- closed.
"Cloth," he repeats the process on her thigh, where a monster had managed to claw her. He moves to her face. "Nectar," he takes the glass and trickles a little over the gash. A minute later, it had healed into a scar. Will pours a few drops into her mouth and sits, watching her. Four hours later, she groans.
"Thea?" He asks eagerly.
"Hey bro," she tries to sit up, but Will holds her down.
"Thea, I thought you died eleven years ago."
"Sorry to disappoint."
"No. I'm glad you didn't. But where've you been?"
"Regretting life."
"Okay that's a broad topic. You regretted life when you were three because Mom wouldn't let you take karate."
"Yeah, well, now I hate life because it's freaking life."
"You're not wrong, but you're wrong."
"As usual, you make no sense while sounding smart."
"When you were little, you talked about your family. You ever find them?"
Thea doesn't say anything.
"Thea."
"Yes."
"Did you actually talk to them?"
"No."
"Why not,"
"Because."
"You're doing the one word no answer thing."
"So?"
"Gods you're annoying."
"Why?"
"Because you can talk about all sorts of nonsense, but when it gets to something that actually matters, you clam up and only say one word. And you never give a real answer!"
"So?"
"Thea, please. Talk to me. Really talk to me. I'm your brother."
"Adopted."
"Why cares? Your last name is Solace, and my mom is your mom. I'm your brother."
"Jackson."
"What?"
She's silent.
"Why say Jackson?"
"Answers."
"About?"
"Family."
"You found the Jacksons, and in doing so, you found your family?"
"Yeah."
"Percy get in here!"
"Yeah?" Percy comes in.
"Did your mom have any other kids after you?"
"Yeah. A girl. Named her Amalthea. She was kidnapped when she was one."
"Were you talking about that Jackson?" Will asks Thea.
"Yes."
"Percy, meet my adopted sister. My mom found her abandoned in a park with a note. It read: My name is Amalthea. I need a home. I am one year old as of two weeks ago, December sixteenth. Please take care of me.
"Amalthea was kidnapped two weeks after her first birthday," Percy says
"Are you saying that you..." Percy looks at Thea.
"Yes."
Percy puts a fist to his forehead. "You're telling me that the sister I never knew, the sister I thought was dead is alive, right here, looking at me."
"To be fair, a lot of people think I'm dead. Also, I was a baby. I had no choice in the matter."
"You're sixteen! You could've tried to find us!"
"I did. A smelly guy named ugly told me to never go near you. I went by again a few years later, and guess what? When I told the woman who answered the door that I was your friend, she told me you'd been missing for five months. I went by last week and you were laughing with some blonde chick. I was about to talk to you when I noticed about ten different monsters about to kill you. Because I had no idea if you would be able to defend yourself and the girl, I took them down. Assuming that the monsters had tracked my scent, I left. I was chased by the nemean lion. Clearly I couldn't kill it. Instead it nearly killed me. I ran for here. I knew it was a safe haven for demigods. Just after I crossed the border, I passed out. Now I'm here, two days later."
"How do you know you were there for two days?" Percy asks.
"You know, my leg hurts."
"I bet. Nemean lion scratches are the worst," Percy says.
"I've never heard you say that much to someone you hadn't met," Will gapes.
"To be fair, you knew me for four years. Eleven years ago."
"Everything else has been virtually the same."
"I doubt that."
"Who's your godly parent?"
"Which one," Thea mutters. "My dad is Poseidon," she says louder.
"So, you're my full sister."
"Is your dad Poseidon?"
"I'll take that as a yes."
"You wanna take her to your cabin?"
"Technically it's the rules."
"Okay. Thea, you good to walk for a bit?"
"Yes. Obviously."
"I thought you said your leg hurts."
"Diversion tactic. Like you said, not much has changed."
"Fine," Will helps her up and pats her back.
"Ah!" Thea cries out in pain.
"Percy out. Get Kayla."
"I'm here," the girl walked in.
"There's something up with her back."
"Okay," Kayla says as the boys leave. Kayla helps Thea out of her topshirt, revealing two darkly colored wings. They were so black, they were almost purple. Sorta like an eggplant, only much darker. One of them was bent wrong.
"Your wing is broken," Kayla straightens it out and splints it. "Here's some ambrosia."
"Don't need it. Thea touches her wing. Moments later, it is completely healed. She repeats the action with her arm and leg.
"Not gonna do your face?"
"I've had this scar for years. I've tried."
"Okay then. You're... healed. And you have wings."
"Please don't tell anyone. They'll think I'm a freak."
"We live with satyrs and a centaur. I think you'll be fine."
Thea pulls her shirt back on over her tanktop. "Ya think?"
"We have a Clarisse. You can't get much more freak of nature than that. Just don't tell her I says that cause she's a daughter of ares and is not the nicest."
"Lips are sealed. If people tell me I'm a freak, I blame you."
"Fine."
"Okay." Thea walks out.
"Boys. I'm assuming the beach house cabin is Poseidon's?"
"Yeah. Take a top bunk. My stuffs scattered all over the bottoms."
"Kay."
"Newbie! We've got an initiation ceremony for newbies."
"Try it," Thea taunts Clarisse.
"Girls."
Two other ares girls grab Thea's arms. Thea snaps out her wings, smacking the girls in the face. "Don't mess with me," she glares at Clarisse.
"Freak!"
"Kayla I blame you. Clarisse la Rue, I could destroy you before you could blink."
"You won't."
"I might."
"How do you know my name?"
"I... gotta go!" Thea flaps into the sky, scarring a Pegasus. Annabeth falls off. Thea groans and escorts her to the ground. By that, I mean she watched Annabeth fall until she was ten feet from the ground before catching her and dropping her after landing.
"How did you do that?"
"Take a good look at me, then guess."
"You can fly."
"Yay! You can think!"
"My mom is Athena. Of course I can think. If you want to meet a lovable idiot, talk to my boyfriend, Percy."
"Yeah he's my brother."
"Seriously?"
"Amalthea Jackson, or Solace. I don't care which."
"You adopted?"
"Yeah."
"I ran away when I was seven."
"Five."
"How'd you survive it?"
"Apollo."
"Your dad?"
"Can we go somewhere private?"
"Yeah just give me a second," Annabeth opens a door. "Everyone out! Now!" Several people file out of a cabin. Thea follows her in
"Your cabin?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. So, my life is super complicated."
"That I understand."
"My... parents. My mortal biological mother is Sally Jackson. My mortal adopted mother is Naomi Solace. My immortal biological mother is Nyx. My immortal biological fathers are Poseidon and Kronos. My immortal adopted father is Apollo."
"How is that possible?"
"About four months after Percy was born, Nyx possessed Sally. The same time, Kronos possessed Poseidon. I was born of all four of them. When I was a year old, Nyx took me away from Sally and two year old Percy, around the time she married Gabe Ugly-something. Naomi adopted me. Because of having three immortals in me, monsters kept attacking. I ran away to protect Will. Apollo found me and taught me to fight and use a bow. He said that I had willingly sacrificed my life for Will's, so he adopted me and gave me his power. So I have the power of four immortals behind me."
"And you can use all these powers?"
"I can control water, breathe it, and it heals me. I can shadow travel, bend shadow, heal, and have wings, and I can also see perfectly at night. I can stop time, slow it down, speed it up, and see through to the past and occasionally the future. I can shoot, I can heal, I can sing, I can bend and control light, and occasionally see the future."
"You said heal and see the future twice."
"Kronos is lord of time. Time includes the future. Nyx has the power to heal using shadows. Apollo is god of healing. He's also god of oracles. Oracles see the future."
"So that's just two different methods to the same end."
"Yeah. But with these powers, I get drained easy. I could die from using my power too much. To most demigods, nectar and ambrosia heal. Not really for me. They work a little, but not enough. It takes eating enough to vaporize a normal demigod to do any difference. Unicorn draught works better, but it's rare that I find one."
"Lucky for you, we have two here at Camp."
"Annabeth, I... don't tell anyone what I told you. Especially not Will and Percy."
"I won't. I swear upon the river Styx that unless you give me permission otherwise, I will not tell anyone about your immortal parents."
"Thank you," Thea stands up and leaves. She glances at the three bunk beds. One looks like someone just slept in it. One is unmade and covered in tools. One has a suitcase on it. Thea chooses the bunk above the suitcase bed. She flops onto her stomach.