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Every Answer, a Riddle

Chapter (1)

Cedric/ Jacob

Cedric had always thought death was something that would hurt. Maybe it would feel like your entire body being set on fire, or like the cells in your body were on the verge of explosion. Something that was unexplainably painful and short. And then he had always figured that after that spectacular amount of pain there would be peace, and finally, you'd end up somewhere. A heaven of some sort. An afterlife.

He also had thought that he would have enough time to figure out if there really was going to be an afterlife. Figure out what it was like too. Maybe through books, or a pastor or something. Just like he had thought that he wouldn't die before he even managed to graduate from school.

But death, at least his, was realistically painless.

The green light of a curse hit him and then darkness. Peace. The most comforting darkness and silence that almost seemed impossible. It only lasted a couple minutes at the most before the darkness cleared all at once and Cedric was in… a crowded room with what looked like mindless ghosts.

And then before he could move all at once Cedric could see Harry, his wand exploding with a spell that seemed to be stuck on He Who Must Not Be Named's own spell. And other ghosts that seemed to be talking to Harry.

What the hell is happening? seemed to be the only thought running through Cedric's mind. Maybe death had that effect on people, but he couldn't seem to remember what had happened before he died. He looked up and down the thread of spells that connected the wands.

Words seemed to flow out of Cedric's mouth "Hold on Harry"

People, though they were probably supposed to be called ghost now appeared next to Cedric as he tried desperately to wrap everything that had happened between his death and this moment around his mind.

This has to be real. Right? And if it is, this is my last chance to connect to the real world before I end up on that bench. Right?

Cedric heard a gasp of "yes" come from Harry's mouth and decided that if this was his last chance then we had to say something. His thoughts wandered to his father, even his stepmother who had raised him like her own son.

"Harry . . ." he whispered achingly "take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents. . . ."

Cedric vision and hearing started to fade and darkened completely after heard a soft promise "I will"

Cedric woke up.

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Tom's voice broke through the drowsiness with words that sent Cedric into a panic "Ced my dude, if you don't wake up now Piper's going to stab you through the heart"

Cedric closed his eyes and swore as the memories of where he was flooded back to him. Just like it did every morning when we woke up from his dying dream.

I am Cedric Diggory. My real mother is the goddess Hecate. I was brought back to life when the doors of death opened. My new identity is Jacob Steward. And I'm going to be late to Archery again.

Jacob almost exploded off his bed to his chest where he kept his bow "Can you please go down there and tell her I'll be right there. I cannot be late again and- are you even listening to me Tom?" he turned his head to find Tom had seemingly disappeared from the room.

Jacob grabbed his implements and, still in his pajamas, bolted at the door towards archery as a couple kids blurted out laughs and hellos as he passed. Mother, I pray that you save me from the wrath of Piper McLean I don't want to die again.

As he got closer Jacob could feel his heart beating faster, and as he ran over another hill he could see Piper giving him the glare of death with her arms folded disappointedly across her chest.

He made a full stop about an arms length away from Piper and had a sudden urge to salute her. Piper might be a daughter of Aphrodite and a whole year younger than him, but no camper in their right mind would cross her.

"Still in PJs, wearing Nike slides, forgot to bring arrows, and this the, what?-" She counted to seven on her fingers and held it up to him angrily "-seventh time you've been late!" She motioned to the rest of my cabin, including Tom, who was already shooting "The rest of your cabin shows up on time, Tom-" she pointed to him, he gave me a mischievous smile back and fingered his time turner necklace before waving "-even shows up early, and he's the worst archer I've ever met."

Jacob gave the least nervous smile he could muster "I'm sorry?"

Piper grabbed Jacob's shirt sleeve and shoved him over to a spot next to Tom angrily, then muttered "One more time and I'll tie you to the front of a target Steward" before she stalked off to help a younger Hecate camper hold her bow correctly.

Tom laughed as she walked further away and shoot another arrow into the grass "You should have seen your face. That was like imperial gold entertainment right there."

Jacob, not answering, grabbed one of Tom's arrows notched it, pulled back, aimed, and let go. It flew to the bullseye with ease. Even though Jacob was probably the worst mist magician in the Hecate cabin, nobody in their cabin could shoot a bow like Jacob could.

"You're lucky she was in a good mood today"

Jacob notched another arrow "Yeah? Why's that?" Bullseye.

Tom shrugged "She probably had a good make out session with her boo or something" He picked up another arrow and notched it, it hit a tree a couple feet behind the target

Jacob shoved him, annoyed "That is how you end up getting stabbed, idiot. Also I hate that stupid time turner."

"You jelly bro?"

"How come Hecate gave you that, and I got a stupid book about mist magic"

"I guess she just likes her grandchildren more. Also, you're slipping into that accent again." Tom walked off the get all the arrows, laughing.

Jacob had been alive again for about a year and had a developed a pretty good American accent to help him fit in, it had been easier to get down then is had been to refer to himself as Jacob. Unfortunately Tom often commented on how his accent came back out whenever Jacob was frustrated.

Jacob got frustrated way too often. Even though Jacob had been dead only fifteen years before, everything in 2010 Muggle America was different from 1995 UK wizarding world.

Jacob hadn'd had to much interaction with the muggle world before, but every kid at Camp had ties and knowledge about thing in the Mortal world. iPhones, basketball teams, clothes. He knew nothing. Most of his new brothers and sisters didn't even know the wizarding world existed. There was nobody to talk about quidditch with, because the only one who knew about the wizarding world was nowhere near interested about quidditch.

Then there was Tom. Thomas Evander Riddle. According to Hecate Tom was the reason why Jacob had been brought back to life. That's all Jacob knew though. Hecate didn't tell Jacob to protect him or teach him. Part of him thought that Jacob had been brought back to life because Tom had never interacted with anyone his age and needed a friend. But once he had been brought back everything was harder.

Jacob was brought back to life, told to lay low about being dead before, given a new identity, a hair color and eye color, and chased by monsters with Tom from Montana to Camp Half Blood. Tom was a natural wizard and mist magician despite not putting in much effort. He wasn't the smartest and he had got frustrated easily, but Tom had easily become a younger brother Jacob never had after the chaotic journey across the country.

Tom came back and dropped the arrows back in his quiver that was standing up straight between them "Archery sucks, can't it just be lunch already?"

Jacob notched another arrow and heard Tom groan as he hit another bullseye and Tom's arrow dug into the ground far from the target.

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When lunch time came around the Hecate cabin was tired and starving. This wasn't too unusual for tuesday though. On tuesdays they had almost all of their weapon training classes. Archery with Piper, Knife technique with Annabeth, Sword fighting with either Nico, and Wrestling with Clarisse.

Tom sat down and laid his face down on the table, exhausted. A couple other campers followed his example. Jacob even heard Jane, the youngest Hecate camper, yawn and probably fall asleep.

They all slowly sat up as wood nymphs brought lunch. Turkey sandwiches with grapes, carrots, and a small brownie. Tom was stuffing his face, like usual, despite the obvious disappointment he had for the size of the meal. Jacob didn't have many complaints about Camp Half Blood, but never in his life had he wanted an entire sheet cake more then he wanted it now. Unfortunately Camp Half Blood never really served anything too unhealthy.

"I swear we had turkey yesterday" His younger brother Jeffery grumbled on the other end of the table.

Jacob filled his cup with Pumpkin juice and gulped down the cup before starting on his lunch. As everyone else at the table and other tables started talking and digging in A wood nymph passed by and slipped two notes to Tom and Jacob.

They both exchanged glances before picking up the playing card sized pieces of papers and reading them over.

Come to the Big House after you are done eating lunch. -Chiron

Jacob found himself glancing up and meeting Chiron's old wise eyes, they always reminded him of Dumbledore's eyes that were hidden under half moon glasses. Chiron gave him a small nod, as his confirming that the note was indeed for him, before talking to camper who had come up to speak to him.

Tom leaned over to Jacob, his mouth still full, as he folded up his note and slipped it into his pocket "What do you think it's about?"

Jacob was about to answer but stopped as he saw Annabeth Chase looking at the same note from the corner of his eye. It was one thing to send a couple campers a note. It was another thing to send one of The Seven the same note. Jacob glanced over to the Aphrodite table, and Zeus table. Both senior campers looking over the same note.

The Seven were living legends. All them were extremely gifted and talented demigods who had taken part in saving the world and Olympus in more than one way. The only ones still at Camp Half Blood were Percy, Annabeth, Jason, and Piper. Hazel and Frank were at Camp Jupiter. And Leo was, well, suspected dead.

But if they had been called to this meeting it had to be something important. Chiron would never need all four of them unless it was.

Jacob whispered back to Tom "Something important, look at the Athena table" He saw Tom look over and eyes settle over the note in Annabeth's hand.

He quickly looked away as Annabeth's scary stormy eyes looked up as if sensing someone was looking at her.

"Mby i's na coiduncks" Tom swallowed the food in his mouth and repeated clearly "Maybe it's a coincidence"

"Jason, and Piper got the same note. And I bet Percy did too"

Tom shook his head "Then what does he want from us? I mean, we aren't them. I'm a legacy. You're the child of minor god."

Jacob couldn't find an answer for Tom's question. But he had a sinking feeling that whatever they were meeting about was going to end very badly.

He looked up just to lock eyes with Annabeth Chase. She looked down at the note still in his hand and then back up at him. Jacob watched her look from Piper, Percy, Jason, and to Tom. And then back to Jacob, this time, it was as if he could see the gears turning in her head. He was sure she would figure it out, Jacob had met plenty of smart people but Annabeth was the smartest person he'd ever met.

Her head moved to glare up at Chiron. Annabeth was angry about something. Something that had to do with their meeting after lunch. Jacob pushed his food over to Tom, who took it without even questioning him.

He waited for Tom to finish, his appetite now gone.

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So I'll be referring to Cedric as Jacob probably throughout the whole book. Also I hope this wasn't horrible. If there was a mistake or something like that tell me. ok, bye!