Annabeth POV:
I always knew my child was special. Right from her birth I knew, Grace Jackson would become something amazing. Her father knew, too. Before he had to go off to war he told me himself. Percy has been gone four years now. He isn't dead. In my mind,
at least. People told me to let go. "He's gone, Annabeth. It's time to move on." They would say. I never listened.
Grace has grown up without her father. She's eleven now. Barely remembers him. I'm about to drive her off to camp for the summer. Hopefully she'll behave.
Chiron couldn't decide her first year where to put her. She's in the poseidon cabin with her aunt and uncle. They're her age. Terra and Edward. Devils, Grace calls them. "Straight from the Underworld." She told me. I laughed. But that was
before I got to know them. "Love you," I told Grace as she entered camp. "Have fun!" She curtly nodded and ran inside.
Grace POV:
I'm glad to be at camp now. I don't have to be around mom. She loves me, I know, but she doesn't act like it. Sometimes she goes into a mad rage, blabbering on about my dad. I don't think she realizes what she's doing. At least I'm
safe.
"GRACE!" I hear my best friend calling from the Apollo cabin. I drop my duffel bag and run. "AMELIA!" I call back. I embrace her in a hug. "I missed you!" I said. She nodded. "I missed you too." She narrows her eyes at my temple,
pointing at a bruise. "Mom?" She asked. I'm deciding to tell the truth. "No. Thank the gods. It was only an accident on a hippo griff." Amy is one of my only friends at Camp Halfblood. Mostly because I'm the only quarter blood here. It's not really
fair. I am really smart, like my mom, and I can control water, like my dad did.
Sorry for the really short chapter! I'll update soon!