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I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. Well, not really, but it would have if I could've felt pain. I thought I was doing the right thing. "Be the bigger person" as Charlie always told me. I tried to see Jacob a couple times over the weeks the Cullen's had been back. I even tried to call him. I knew that he wasn't too happy with them. The last time I saw him I'd ordered him out and threatened to throw a TV remote at him. So I did what I needed to in order to apologize and repair the friendship. I asked Charlie to ask Billy give him a short note which said, "I'm sorry that I threatened you with physical harm. May we please be friends again?"

"I miss you," he wrote. "But that doesn't change anything. Sorry."

"Son of a bitch," I said to myself, and threw the note in the trash.

"Meda?" Charlie called from downstairs.

"Coming!" I said. Before I stood up I yawned and cracked my back. I moved my box of throwing knives away from the door with my foot and turned off the light of my increasingly chaotic room before going downstairs. "What is it?" I asked him.

"Did you clean your room yet?" he asked, poking something in the pot.

"I'm catching up," I told him.

He sighed.

"On your schoolwork, I hope," he said.

"And on my killing things that are trying to kill me," I added with a grin. "Did you make sandwiches to go with that?" I asked him, pointing to the soup that filled the pot.

"In the fridge," he said absentmindedly.

I pulled out a ham and cheese sandwich and started eating it.

"At the table, please, Meda, I don't ask for much, but please, the table," he said, looking to the ceiling.

I snorted but did as he asked. "What's all this for?" I asked with my mouth full, gesturing to the dinner which he so rarely made.

"We need to have a talk," he said.

"Uh oh," I replied in a sarcastic tone.

"I'm serious Meda. We need to talk about things," he said, serving the soup. I stared at him. What could he mean, 'talk about things?'

He sat down and started eating.

"So?" I asked.

"So what?" he asked back.

"What things do we need to talk about?" I asked. I'd gotten help from Alice and Edward, the only two of the Cullen's still pretending to be in high school. My grades were going up, I was on track to graduate, something I'd never even thought I'd live to see…

"Graduation, specifically, what you're going to do with your life afterward," he said, in a tone that said this topic of conversation should be obvious. "So, do you have any plans?"

My palms started to feel sticky. I hadn't told him about the giants, or the quest, or anything really. He knew that there was a Roman camp, but didn't quite know anything about the plan for Leo, Piper, and Jason to fly the Argo II over here so I could get us to San Francisco as quickly as possible by sea to pick up Percy and the other members of the quest.

"Well… about that…" I started. "I do have plans."

"Really?" he asked. "Could've fooled me. I haven't seen one college application. Not a single one. Are you thinking of that community college in Port Angeles? Because you should go there soon to get in if you're going to-"

"Stop," I blurted, cutting him off.

He was silent as I searched for the words I needed. Two years ago, I'd been fifteen when I told him and Renee about the prophecy. He had been furious that I had kept it from him, and Renee had just cried uncontrollably. The entire time leading up to my sixteenth birthday they'd been terrified for me. I hadn't told him or Renee about yet another prophecy. I didn't want them to worry, truly, I didn't. And the vampires and other things had kept me busy. But I guessed my time for avoidance as up.

"Meda, what are you not saying?" he asked quietly.

"I have to tell you something," I started.

"Meda!" he said sharply.

"But I think mom should hear this too," I continued.

"What have you done?" he groaned.

"I haven't done anything; I just need to tell you something. Okay?" I said. I went upstairs and promptly tripped over my box of knives. The dresser banged against the wall and I cursed at it in ancient Greek as I pulled out three drachmas.

As I shone the flashlight through the crystal and asked for Renee, Charlie got paler.

"Hey, relax," I said in a soft tone with a smile. "I'm invincible."

"Meda?" my mom's voice came through before her image did. She was sitting on the couch alone, wrapped in a blanket. She muted the TV immediately and looked at me and Charlie.

"Hello Renee," he said.

"Hello Charlie," she said amiably.

"I suppose you're wondering why I called you here today," I started in a loud voice, smiling and opening my arms.

"Don't joke around Meda," Charlie warned.

"What's going on?" Renee asked.

"I have something to tell you two," I said.

"Oh my god," she interrupted.

"Mom, I can't tell you anything if you keep saying things while I'm talking!" I said.

"Sorry," she said.

"Well, as you remember, on my sixteenth birthday, Rachel Dare became the new oracle of Delphi," I started. "And after the sprit, well, possessed her, Apollo asked how she was feeling. Then she said something…um… she said a prophecy." I finished. I looked up from the floor into the stressed face of my dad and the confused face of my mom.

"And you're in it, aren't you?" Charlie said, breaking the silence.

I nodded.

He put his face in his hands. "Why did you not tell us this?" he asked.

"Because I didn't want you to worry," I said lamely.

"Meda, we're your parents. It's our job to worry!" Renee said in a choked voice. Her eyes started watering.

"But you'll be fine?" Charlie said the statement like a question.

I guess something in my face must've tipped him off.

"Oh god," he said, covering his face again.

"What does it say?" Renee asked while glaring at me.

"Are you sure you want to-" I started.

"WHAT DOES IT SAY?" she demanded.

I took a deep breath. "Seven half-bloods shall answer the call, to storm or fire, the world must fall, an oath to keep with a final breath, and foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."

There was silence. Then they exploded at me at the same time.

"How dare you keep this from us? Did you learn nothing the first time around?" Charlie said.

"Meda, why didn't you tell me, you're my daughter, oh my god, oh my god," Renee chanted.

"Would you calm down?" I asked. "You know how good I am, both of you. I mean, come on! I'm nearly eighteen! Do you know how long that is in demigod years? I'm a senior citizen! And, also, Percy and I were prepared to die last time around. We were prepared to die so many times before that. And we lived. So, there'll be seven other powerful demigods on the ship with me. I'll be fine; I swear I'll come back in one piece." I said to reassure them.

"Insert one drachma," an automated voice said.

"Why do the rates keep going up?" I complained before adding another drachma to the rainbow. Charlie snorted at that.

Renee was rubbing her head. "You're going then?"

"Mom I have to. It's my job, besides, Percy will be there." I said.

She snorted. "You should be working at a bookstore or something, not saving the world."

"I should be doing that if I was mortal. But I'm not. And it's no use wishing I was human, because that doesn't change anything, not one thing," I said. "I have to do this. It's what I'm made for."

"You're not a machine!" Charlie said. "You're not made for anything!"

"Half-bloods were made for things like this. It's up to us to keep everyone else safe. You guys do know I love you, right?" I asked.

"Oh Meda, I love you too!" Renee sobbed. "I have to go now, alright?" she abruptly waved her hand through the image.

"I love you too, you know," Charlie said.

"I know," I replied.

"And you'll do your best to come back in one piece?" he asked.

"I always do," I said. There was a pause. "Are you still mad at me?" I asked.

"No," he said shortly.

"Well that's-" I started.

"I'm furious. You're grounded," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Don't argue with me on this, Meda, you're grounded. No going out-"

"I never do unless it's to kill something!'

"No friends over-"

"What friends? Literally, the only people who talk to me are the Cullens!"

"No cell phone-"

"I never use it anyway!"

"And no TV."

"I hardly ever watch it anymore!" I protested.

"Now go upstairs and clean your room," he said sternly.

I sighed, and dumped my dishes in the dishwasher, rolling my eyes.

"I saw that!" he said.

I rolled my eyes again.

"He what?" Alice asked.

"Grounded. Me. Grounded. What is there to ground? I'm perfectly fine," I protested.

Alice jumped out of the way as I slammed my truck's door with more force than necessary. "Well maybe you should have told him what you said you should've told him." She said.

"Wow, Alice,' I said in false awe. 'You're so smart."

"Grounded?" Edward asked as he walked up to us.

"Ugh," I said. "Don't remind me."

"What did you not tell him though?" he persisted.

"I'm not telling you," I said haughtily and went to class.

All everyone decided to talk about was the serial killer loose in Seattle. It was a bit odd, but then again, people died all the time. And I hadn't heard anything about it, hadn't even had any bad dreams about anything, so I decided quickly that it wasn't that big of a deal.

But the murders were nothing compared to the hype over graduation. There were brightly colored posters everywhere. Charlie had pressured me into pre-ordering a graduation gown, which was an odd shade of mustard yellow (gag) and made me constantly check with all the teachers to make sure that I could graduate.

Angela was complaining of all the invitations she had to send out.

"Who are you inviting?" Alice asked me.

"Well…..' I said, trying to think of something. "I don't think Sally and Paul will come, she's writing a new book, and is super stressed about it. Renee- I don't know. Things just get so awkward when she and Charlie are in the same room." I trailed off, remembering last night's conversation. Even though she was only in an iris message the awkwardness at the beginning was horrific.

"Well at least you'll have Charlie," Edward said in what looked like an attempt to cheer me up.

But not Percy. The thought came to my mind. He should be here with me; we should be making fun of the yellow gowns, the cheesy posters, the tearful 'heartfelt' messages all over the school. We should be going to college together, spending the summer at camp. But instead we're separate. And he never even graduated. Unless there's an alternative high school in New Rome? The thought distracted me for a minute.

"Alice?" a sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

Alice was staring out the window, a blank look on her face. She was having a vision, I knew that look. Edward and I shared a glance and I gently shook her shoulder.

"Alice?" I said loudly. "Wake up," I hissed at her in ancient Greek. That must've worked, her eyes immediately focused on me.

"Sorry," she said with an angelic smile. "Daydreaming, I guess."

I rolled my eyes- something I'd been doing a lot.

"Better daydreaming than having to sit through another two hours," Jessica said darkly as she stabbed her vegetables.

The conversation drifted from there, and I had time to wonder what Alice's vision was about. I let it go for the minute; I knew I'd get it out of her eventually. But then again, she doesn't know and didn't pressure me to tell her about the quest, so if I didn't need to know, I should respect her privacy, I thought.

After I got out of Spanish I focused mostly on not stepping in any puddles on the way to the truck.

"Meda?"

I turned around to see Edward walking to catch up to me.

"Hey," I said. I flinched as a raindrop smacked me right on the head.

"May I come with you?" he asked, gesturing to the passenger door.

"Sure," I said in a yawn as I unlocked it and climbed in.

We sat in silence as I waited for the truck to warm up and the initial rush of students to thin out.

"So you excited for graduation?" I asked to break the silence.

"This will be my nineteenth high school graduation, so no; I can't say I'm too excited. What about you?" he answered.

I took a moment. "Percy should be here," I finally said as I put the truck into reverse and drove out of the parking lot. He didn't reply to that.