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"Come on Cecilia! Let's go!" Coach Trayton yells, clapping his hands as his star runner sprints into the finish line. "That a girl!" Cecilia grins and holds her hands in the air, panting a little bit as she does so. She slows to a walking pace as she does so, walking toward her coach who wears a proud smile. "You beat your personal best. Excellent, excellent work."

"Thanks Coach!" cecilia smiles and wipes her forehead with a towel their assistant coach handed her. "Is that vice principal Gratie?" Cecilia frowns as she notices the large man in the dark suit standing under an umbrella, unmistakingly staring at her.

"It is. He came out to see you blitz everyone else today. Don't worry about it, you did amazing out there. Go to the bus and get yourself something to drink. I have to get the times for the rest of the team" coach Trayton gives her a smile and dismisses her. Cecilia nods and walks toward the bus, stretching out her arms and neck as she walks. She pulls open the bus doors and climbs on, going to her backpack and grabbing her Gatorade and her recovery snack. Sitting down, she checks for any messages from her dad, not surprised when she doesn't find anything.

"Why am I even surprised at this point?" Cecilia asks herself aloud, sipping on her water and wiping away the sweat from her forehead.

"I don't know why you're surprised either. Mortal parents rarely have time for this half breed brats." Cecilia jumps as Vice Principal Gratie speaks from the front of the bus. She stands up and holds her water bottle close to her chest.

"Um, hi Vice Principal Gratie. Wait, what did you say?"

"You know what I said little half breed." Gratie grins wildly and walks toward her, Cecilia backs up, still holding on to her water bottle.

"Wha-what? What are you talking about?" Cecilia frowns, noticing just how tall Gratie really is up close.

"You're a half breed, but don't worry little girl. You will soon be taken care of." Gratie grins, his appearance changing slowly. His shoulders looked more broad and he appeared to be growing taller. But that's not possible. Cecilia backs up as he keeps advancing, reaching the end of the bus.

"What are you talking about Mr. Gratie?" Cecilia tried not to let her voice waver as she clutches her water bottle.

"Oh don't worry little girl" Gratie grins, showing sharp teeth that could not be natural. "You won't be alive long enough to find out." Cecilia grips on the to the handle behind her back, opening it right as Gratie lunges at her. She screams and jumps out, taking off at a sprint toward the road. "Get back here Miss Antoniou!" Gratie chases after her, getting closer with each step. Cecilia sprints, trying to lose him in the woods, her legs aching and her lungs burning.

"Leave me alone!" Cecilia breaks the cardinal rule as she glances behind her, almost tripping over her own feet at what she sees. Gone is his suit and tie, replaced with a tattered tank top and shorts combination. Oh and there was the one eye detail.

"Come here you little half breed! Argh!" Gratie falls to the ground as he's struck from behind by something. "More half breeds to eat for my lunch!" Cecilia finds a large oak tree and hides behind it, panting. She peeks out from behind it and sees Gratie throw someone across the forest. She gasps, her heart racing. Glancing down at her phone, Cecilia presses the call button for her dad and praying he answers. "Get back here you little half breeds!"

"Oi! Come on ugly! Over here!" Cecilia glances around the tree as a sixteen something boy yells at Gratie. He grips a bronze sword in his hand, brandishing it at Gratie. He throws it directly into Gratie's chest, sinking it in. Cecilia gasps as Gratie dissolves into a pile of dust, leaving his phone behind. "Come on, she ran this way." The boy with black hair runs toward Cecilia. She glances at her phone, frowning when it goes to her dad's voicemail. Again. She takes off running through the woods, hearing the two boys chase after her. "Hey! Get back here! We're not going to hurt you!"

"Who are you?! Leave me alone!" Cecilia pants, running as fast as her legs will carry her through the woods. With a start, she stops at the edge of cliff.

"We're not going to hurt you! Please just come here!" Cecilia looked over the edge of the cliff and takes a deep breath, jumping down into the water bellow.

Cecilia sits up in her bed, her heart racing from her dream. Running a hand through her dirty blonde hair, Cecilia tries to shake off the clammy feeling that dream always caused. She was safe, in the walls of Camp Half-Blood and those boys had been Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, and Grover Underwood, the famous satyr. They'd been in the area when Grover had smelled the cyclops that had attacked her and decided to come investigate. That was the day that she had learned why she'd caused so many schools to have mysterious accidents and why she could sometimes control people's actions. She was a daughter of a Greek goddess.

Only problem was, nobody knew which one and why she had yet to be claimed by her. Well nobody except for Cecilia. Her father, the famous Broadway super star David Antoniou, had a photo of her and from there, and the stories he told of her, she was able to figure it out.

Glancing at the clock on her bedside table, she decides to get up and get ready for the day. Grabbing a towel from her trunk, she quietly sneaks to the bathroom and turns on the shower. Stripping, Cecilia steps under the warm spray and let's the water run over her body. Light scars ran along her skin from all of the fights she'd been in and all of the monsters she had fought during the school years when she wasn't at camp. Quickly Cecilia washes up and dries off, braiding her waist length hair into a messy, but practical, crown along her hair line. She pulls on her favorite pair of worn jeans and an old shirt she'd cut the sleeves off of and that had been cut up in a fight last year. After brushing her teeth, she walks back to the Hermes cabin and lays her towel over the bar by her bed to dry and pulls on her shoes. The rest of the cabin had begun to stir just as she put on her scabbard and headed out into the early morning sun.

She walks through the main twelve cabins and heads to the mess hall for breakfast. Sitting down, she munches on bacon, fresh fruit, and sips orange juice. As her mother hadn't claimed her and she was about to turn seventeen, there was no point (in her mind) of offering up some of her food to honor her. Chomping down on her last piece of food, she walks out and heads to the arena to run a few sword fighting drills before all of the other camp activities started for the day. As she walks past a group of Aphrodite daughter's, Cecilia can't help but smirk when they glare. It wasn't that she didn't like the goddess of love or that she thought that they couldn't fight, she just thought they were pansies and full of unused potential.

"Hey Cecilia. Come to help Tyson and I move some crates for tomorrow's capture the flag?" Percy calls as he sees the blonde walk into the arena. Tyson, Percy's cyclops half brother, waves to her, carrying four crates on his back.

"I think I'll pass. What's in there anyway?" Cecilia asks, waving back and then immediately putting her hand back on her sword hilt.

"Just a few obstacles, nothing too serious. Don't worry, they won't seriously hurt." Percy sets down his crate, sitting on it after he's done. His sword was nowhere to be seen but that didn't surprise her as he often kept it hidden in pen form in his pocket. Percy was one of the oldest campers and, after turning nineteen, had decided that he was going to stay at the camp and help out. His long time girlfriend Annabeth Chase often came by to see him as well as to see how the camp was doing. She also liked to welcome any new Athena children who showed up and get their opinions on her plans for the rebuilding of Olympus. It had been five years since the final battle against the Titan lord Kronos and Percy was now twenty-one and still a serious challenge when it came to sword fighting.

"Well I look forward to it. I'm just going to run a few drills if that's alright with you."

"Actually, Chiron and I wanted to talk to you. Mind walking with me to the Big House?" cecilia frowned at this and wasn't sure what to think. Yeah, she wasn't a bad swordswoman but she wasn't the best, there hadn't been any threats (that she knew about that was) so there was no need for a quest. It was confusing why they would want to talk to her of all campers. Despite all of this and her worries, she nods and follows Percy to the Big House in silence, trying to ignore the stares and the whispers from her fellow campers. "Hey Chiron, figured we could talk to her now instead of later. Is that alright?"

"Of course, of course." Chiron smiles from his wheelchair, setting down his water. "I was just eating my breakfast, feel free to join me." Percy and Cecilia both take seats, one relaxed looking and the other one tense.

"Okay, what's going on? I'm not being kicked out am I? I know I'm unclaimed but that isn't my fault. I didn't do anything wrong! Yet. I mean, maybe I did?" Cecilia catches herself rambling, gripping her sword hilt tighter than she usually did.

"You've done nothing wrong my dear. We are only worried because you haven't been claimed by your godly mother is all. We were wondering if you had any indication as to why?" Chiron stares her down, Percy also studying her. Cecilia looked between the two of them, relaxing slightly.

"Is that what this is all about? I don't know why I haven't been claimed. I used to pray about it and think about it and hope she'd claim me so I don't know what I've done wrong."

"Nobody said you did anything wrong Cecilia" Percy reassures her, sitting back in his chair.

"I don't know why she hasn't chosen me. Why don't you ask Mr. D? I'm sure he knows."

"Lord Dionysus is away, visiting his wife on Olympus." Chiron answers, his hands folded calmly in front of him. "Do you know who your godly mother is by any chance?"

Cecilia hesitates, not sure she wants to answer that question. Sure she knew but did she want everyone else to know? Not really. Her leg bounces uncontrollably, half her ADHD and half nerves. Her mother wasn't exactly the poster child for godly parents.

"No. I don't know. Can I go now?" Chiron sighs but nods, letting her walk off toward the beach. Cecilia kicks off her shoes once she reaches the sand and sits down on the beach, letting the waves come up and tickle her toes. While she normally hated the beach there was something calming about the very edge of the shore, where water meets land in a slow pattern that had been going on since the creation of the sea. Tilting her hair back, she feels the calming breeze come from the ocean and run across her face.

"You lied in there." Cecilia opens her eyes and frowns as she sees Percy standing over her and casting a shadow. "Or at least you hesitated. Why?"

"Why do you care? It's not like you can prove otherwise." Cecilia shoots back, looking back out over the ocean. Percy sits next to her, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I care because I want to help. I'm the reason the gods have to claim their kids by the time they're teenagers and by the time they come to camp. You've been here nearly three years in a row so I want to know which goddess isn't keeping their end of the deal." Cecilia contemplates this for awhile, running her thumb along her sword hilt.

"She hasn't claimed me, that wasn't a lie. I have an idea of who it is but I don't have full confirmation. My dad died before I had the chance to confirm it with him." The two demigods look at each other, each trying to figure out what was going on. "Nobody would believe me if I told them my guess so I've kept it to myself. It's not that big of a deal to me that I'm not claimed. I don't resent her for that."

"Come on tell me your guess then."

"I want you to guess it first," Cecilia turns away from his serious green eyes, staring at the waves.

"Well you're damn good at mythology and battle strategy. You're also a fairly good swordsman. I'm going to guess Athena."

"Nope. and I'm a swordswoman thank you very much" she corrects, letting sand run through her hand and float away in the wind.

"You seem to like the beach so maybe… Amphitrite?"

"Have you ever seen me step foot inside the actual ocean? More than a few inches? She's also not fully human, more of a nereid or a sea water spirit." Cecilia looks Percy in the eyes, staring him down. "Come on Percy, look at me - really look at me - and tell me which goddess I look like. I'll give you a hint, young men love to be in her presence."

"Aphro- no it couldn't be. I mean, you're not like her other children."

"I told you, nobody would believe my guess. I think that Aphrodite, goddess of love and all things beautiful, is my mother." Cecilia stands up and starts to walk down the beach, drifting toward the calm waves. Percy scrambles to follow her, almost falling on his face in the process.

"Wait! How do you know it's her?"

"My dad kept a picture of her. When he got sick, he showed it to me. He said that she was the most lovely woman he'd ever met and not just because of her looks. Aphrodite has a reputation that she is the most beautiful but often times men won't be able to describe her as her looks will change day to day. My dad admitted that the only reason he remembered what she truly looked like was because of that picture. So you see, it was like solving a puzzle." Percy jogs and catches up with her, still in a state of shock. Cecilia stops in front of him and grabs his shoulders, staring him in the eyes and putting all of her power into her next words. "I want you to swear on the River Styx you will not share my godly parent with anyone until such a time as I am claimed."

"I swear on the River Styx I will not share your godly parent with anyone until such a time as you are claimed" Percy repeats in a daze, his voice sounding hazy.

"Good. Now go and teach." Percy walks off, shaking his head as if he was trying to get rid of a nasty headache. "And who said being the daughter of the goddess of love was no fun?"