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Chapter 1: Mission- Rebekah

I lay under the soft pink blankets on my bunk in the Leader's Cabin. It was decorated with relics of our victories and losses to the Olympians, including plagues honoring the other demigod leaders and me. Vi. Abby. Lena. I relaxed, listening to the click-click of my knitting needles, knitting a scarf with all the names of the demigods, gods, humans, and creatures whose pain we had to avenge. Silena Beauregard, Terpsichore, Bob, all of which had only been doing what they thought was good, and still had been punished, usually with their lives. We brought back Silena. Our healers revived her, though at first she showed no resemblance to her old self, so we started afresh. She was my first mission. To teach Silena our ways and turn her into a new person that the Olympians wouldn't recognize. Her looks are basically reversed now. Her brown hair I changed to caramel with blond streaks, her clear blue eyes turned green. She's Lena now. Lena Thais.

My mom, Terpsichore, had fallen in love with a half-blood child of Athena, Marcus McLean. I'd never known him, but Mom had told me about my ancestry, both mortal and immortal. Marcus was the son of Aphrodite and Aiden McLean. Aiden's father was Apollo, and his mother was Tulia McLean. She was also a half-blood, and so on and so on. I had less than a tenth of a percent of mortal blood in my veins. I was so immortal that I had stopped aging twenty-five years ago, when I had turned twelve. Traditionally, I was supposed to have a child with a god too, and my children would follow until the mortal blood would become virtually extinguished. But that was impossible. I would never age enough to be fertile.

I hadn't gotten all the immortal genes for nothing. I had powers too, so many that it was sometimes hard for me to remember them. Honestly, I hated it. I would give anything to be a complete human or even a half-blood. Was it too much to ask to have children? To be a mother?

But this was my destiny, and I would fight until the end for a better world. And I would put up quite the fight.

From Athena I had received brainpower. Along with this, I always knew the time, down to the exact second, and I could calculate instantly how long I had been alive. Traditionally, I got charmspeak and French from Aphrodite, along with kaleidoscope eyes.

This is where it gets weird.

I was descended from Hecate a while back in my bloodline and from Demeter even farther. My father hadn't gotten anything from either, but their subconscious powers had collided with mine from Terpsichore and Aphrodite in pretty crazy ways. I could control nature when I did certain dance combinations, my appearance with my fan, and other people's emotions when my eyes changed colors if we kept eye contact. I especially despised these powers; they made me feel like an awful person. How can someone truly be good if they controlled other people's minds?

"Hey, Liesel!" Vi hollered from the wooden doorway. I snapped out of my thoughts the first half of my name. Even though now everyone's supposed to know everything about me, the only person that knew my real name was still Annabeth. Gods, Annabeth. I hadn't seen her in years. "Get up! The mission's today."

I sighed but put on my brave face, the leader everyone here in the Rebellion worshipped and cherished. No one understood like I do the pain of the past. No one understood how hard it was to lie to Annabeth's child. No one understood anything. Except my mom, of course. Terpsichore understood everything; she had suffered through the pain too. When we were fighting the Olympians, we all, Muses and their children, were troubled fighting Apollo. He had adopted the Muses as honorary children after the Titan war and made them goddesses. We leaders are still debating whether or not we'll let him live after we win.

I threw my pink tank top, black pants, and pink sneakers on over my undergarments. We ran around the track and climbed the lava wall for a couple minutes. Keeping your adrenaline up always helps on missions.

Afterwards, we sat down at the beach. Just sitting there made me a little nauseous, remembering the days when Annabeth and I would sit here laughing, and being here with someone so similar and yet so different made my heart hurt, the heart that Annabeth probably thought I didn't even have anymore.

I swallowed. "Okay, Vi. What's the plan?"

"'Kay," she began. I winced inside, but of course she couldn't see. Kay was my nickname from Annabeth, and it hurt whenever anyone said it, even though she mean 'kay, short for okay. "You know how we discussed how to get Rebekah Chase Jackson on our side, or at least get her to stop kicking some of our butts in battle?"

"Yeah," I replied, knowing that that had been the hardest strategy discussion of my life. Discussing Annabeth's child as if she were an object was awful. It was pure torture.

"Well, while you were recovering from the attack from Ares, we decided to follow your plan, seeing as you're our best strategist. We let Bianca know." Bianca, Annabeth's other daughter, had been on our side for a long time. "We've already pretended to kidnap her, and now we're on to step two." We both smirked. Mine, of course, was fake, an effort to cover the twisting in my gut. Hers, though, I suspected to be real. "Grab your fan."

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