Welcome to an average demigod's life. Please fasten your seat belts; this is a short story zooming through some thoughts and experiences of Sage Tolkien regarding her half-sister, Annabeth Chase.

She's Annabeth Chase.

I'm just, well, me.

She went on quests.

I'm still at camp.

Her "friend" is the Son of Poseidon.

I don't have a boyfriend.

Her best friend is the Daughter of Zeus.

My best friend is just a another unclaimed kid.

She's popular.

I'm nobody.

She's a hero.

I'm a traitor.

"Welcome aboard the Princess Andromeda, Sage Tolkien," Luke said with that smile all girls fawn over.

"Thanks," I replied as we continued walking past brainwashed mortals.

"It's a good thing you joined us," he said. "We could use another brilliant strategist like you."

I smiled and felt myself blushing. "I'm not that brilliant."

"You're a daughter of Athena," he said and gave a small shrug. "You're destined to be a genius; to do something great."

She's wasting her time at camp.

I'm going to change the world.

She's still friends with Percy Jackson.

I have a boyfriend who cares about me more than anything else.

She has Mother's favor.

I am nothing but a fool in our mother's eyes.

"Sage, you are being extremely foolish," Athena's voice said, ruining my previously perfect dream. Only a few seconds ago Lance and I were sitting, hand in hand, watching the sunset, but now I stood in a dark forest before the grey-eyed goddess.

"Am I?" I snapped back. "As soon as Olympus falls, I'll have everything I ever wanted. Everything."

"You have taken this too far, my daughter. Can you not see it?" she said and extended her arm. A snowy owl zoomed out of a tree to her. "Simply because you are envious of Annabeth does not mean joining the Titan Army is the right thing to do."

"I wouldn't expect you to understand. She is your favorite, after all."

"I do not favor any of my children more than another."

I snorted.

She sighed and the owl flew back to its tree. "I do love you no matter what you may think... You must not fight tomorrow."

"Yeah, whatever," I said as I felt myself waking up. Though, I felt slightly guilty for what I had said.

Her side was losing.

My side was winning.

She did not spare me a glance.

I kept my eyes glued on her.

Her knife was swinging.

My sword was blocking.

Her knife was blocking.

My sword was swinging.

She was fighting.

I was fighting.

Her knife was in my chest.

My sword was out of reach.

She and her knife were gone.

I and my sword were down.

Annabeth's knife must have missed my heart because I could still see Manhattan towering over me. I don't know what happened, but suddenly I felt horrible. Not because of the pain, but because of something that Athena told me in my dream last night.

"Y-you... were... r-r-right..." I choked out between breaths.

I had been foolish and now I was paying for it.

My vision was fading, but I could still make out Lance's face and vaguely hear him shouting for someone to bring him ambrosia.

She's Annabeth Chase.

I'm Sage Tolkien.

She's a hero.

I'm a traitor.

She's alive.

I'm dying or already dead.