'Andy! Why won't you just go find him and tell him who you are?' whined my best friend, Jenna Mulberry, a twenty-one year old daughter of Iris, seven years older than I was, although the fact that she was shorter than me and still squealed 'Oooh look at da little puppyyy!' when ever she saw a dog made her seem a lot younger than she actually was.

'I've told you a million times, Poseidon told me that I'm supposed to stay away from camp half-blood until after the war ends.' I whispered back while carefully wiping the slime of my weapon.

We were sitting in the large living room of the penthouse suite in the plaza hotel. Jenna's pistol lay on the coffee table surrounded by numerous empty clips. Having run out of celestial bronze bullets, she resorted to using her small serrated dagger. It looked quite measly next to my two hunting knives: they were a present from severel years ago. One was slightly longer than my forearm and its curved blade gave off a low bronze glow. I used it more for hand to hand combat in contrast to my other smaller knife. This one was made of titanium silver, I preferred it for throwing because it was a lot more slender, and its straight blade was more accurate. Plus it was enchanted to magically reappear in its sheath as soon as it hit its target.

'Sooo…You're not at camp half-blood now, are you? And don't have to tell him who you are right away, just at least talk to him?'

I looked, up from my work, at Jenna. Her dirty blonde hair was matted with blood and monster slime and her pale porcelain skin was covered in a thick layer of grime.

Usually you would see Jenna wearing faded, paint-covered skinny jeans and some sort of 'Save the …' t-shirt. But today she was wearing loose jeans that were easy to move in and a dark tank-top. Over this was a full set of Greek body armour that hugged her curves without restricting body movement.

I, having had to leave my house at only a moments notice, was not as well prepared. I had only my thigh sheath, with a pocket for each knife and a pale green dress that I was wearing due only to my lack of willpower and my mother's incessant begging (she claimed that I should 'dress more like a proper lady'). It was now ripped in several places around the hem and had gathered dirt from where I had been sitting in trees; mother wasn't going to like that.

'I really don't think that now is right to meet my brother for the first time.' I looked away from her eyes and back at my, still, grime-covered blade. Jenna had huge anime eyes that were impossible to say no to…combine that with her puppy-dog, pouty mouth and she probably could've made me jump off a cliff.

She rolled her eyes, 'I am much more mature than you and believe me, he deserves to know!'

'Right…you…mature.' I air quoted with my fingers sarcastically.

She huffed and turned away before an evil grin spread across her face, I followed her line of sight before breathing out a low, 'Oh no.'

She looked back at me with that smug gleam in her eyes, and when she looked like that you just knew that Jenna was going to get her way. 'Oh yes,' she said back to me.

My brother had just stepped out of the elevator. I had never seen him before, yet I could've recognised him anywhere from our striking resemblance to one another.

We had the same scruffy jet black hair, but he had a grey streak I didn't have and on him it looked sexy as all Hades, on me it looked as though I had been dragged through a bush backwards. He had my brilliant green eyes that changed colour as he walked as though someone had actually poured the sea into his irises. Although, he had dad's tanned surfer skin and wide lips, whereas I had my mothers pale complexion and small heart-shaped lips.

He was Percy Jackson and he was my brother.

Percy stepped out of the elevator and strode across the lounge in three long steps, not even giving me a single glance. His lips were pressed into a tight line and his eyebrows were all scrunched together like mine got when I was worried.

A boy with the distinct features of an Apollo kid: tall and lean with sandy hair, followed him out, onto the terrace that overlooked the city. A small crowed of kids parted to let them through, revealing a pale blonde who was covered in blankets and wore a grimace of pain.

My brother's eyes widened with shock and horror as the boy with him unwrapped the girls wound – it was deep, very deep and a sickening shade of green.

The girl murmured something, a weak smile playing on the edges of her lips and my brother simply looked as if he wanted to pass out. The other boy said something and in response Percy turned around and grabbed a flask of what I assumed to be nectar. He fumbled as his stiff fingers tried to unscrew the lid before handing it to the boy.

The girl gripped Percy's fingers tightly, turning them purple, while her wounds were cleaned and rebound.

He and the girl stared at each other silently while the others on the terrace spoke amongst themselves. After this exchange they filed out slowly until only my brother, the girl and a very pretty, petite girl, who I hadn't noticed before, were left.

Without the low hum of the crowd, their words carried through the open doors.

'This is all my fault.' The second girl's lip trembled; her eyes were red and blotchy like she had been crying a lot.

The first girl started to say something I couldn't hear because of Jenna muttering in my ear. 'That's Silena Beauregard; daughter of Aphrodite. She joined camp a few years before I left.'

I listened more intently, trying to make out what the so-called Silena was saying. '…been any good at camp, not like you or Percy. If I were a better fighter…'

'You're a great camper,' Percy moved to touch Silena's arm, 'You're the best Pegasus rider we have. And you get along with people. Believe me, anyone…'

I stopped listening. Silly, greedy Silena, why did she deserve my brother's comforting words, oh yeah, she didn't. In that moment I hated Percy. I hated him for finding what I couldn't at that camp that I couldn't go to because of him. I hated that blonde for having his love. I wished it could've been me sitting in that chair, squeezing my brother's fingers while he looked down at me with worry.

I hated Percy for finding a family without me: his real family. But had I not done the same thing? Had I not found a sibling in Jenna? Even so, I want my own brother; I had always wanted my own brother.

And now here he was; right in front of me. I wanted to run up and hug him and tell him who I was and we would become inseparable.

But I didn't, because he didn't need me. As much as I needed him, I couldn't do it because I couldn't stand the though of being rejected. I think the only thing that had kept me from running away for all those years was the thought of one day, finally going to camp half-blood, to find my family there, to finally be happy, to finally belong. And I think it would crush me to have that taken away.