Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series or any songs, names, or places that belong to anyone else.

AN: You know you have an awesome younger cousin when he demands you to put on Metallica instead of the latest Justin Bieber song :)

Title: Waiting For the End

Main Pairings: Percy/Apollo, Percy/Hermes, Percy/Ares, Percy/Dionysus, Percy/Hephaestus, Percy/Luke

Other Pairings: Silena/Beckendorf, Annabeth/?, Grover/Juniper, Clarisse/Chris, Zeus/Hera, Poseidon/Athena, Thalia/Nico, Hades/Persephone

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual themes. Set in pre-Lightening Thief all the way to my versions of the Heroes of Olympus, some Hera and Aphrodite and stereotype bashing. Fem! Percy. Powerful! Percy. Demi-titan! Sally.

Chapter 3: All Summer Long (With a Goat)

"Miss, we're here," the gruff voice said from upfront. "That'll be fourteen-fifty."

Seph blinked her eyes open, not believing that they were there already. She stretched her arms for a second before digging into her bag, being careful to not let the cabbie see the money she was packing in there. She pulled out a twenty and handed it to him, thanking him when he returned her change.

As she stepped out of the cab, she couldn't help the small smile that lit up her beautiful face. She was back. She was back at her apartment, the apartment that housed her mother. Her kind, unlucky mother.

Yes her mother was very unlucky in life. While beautiful and fair, she had been struck with tragedy at a young age. Her grandmother, Laura Jackson, had died when her mom was a young age of five. Then her guardian, her uncle Richard, had gotten cancer when she was in her senior year of high school, forcing her to drop out. At seventeen, her mom had nothing.

Then Seph's father came into the picture.

The fourteen-year old wasn't one of those kids who believed their parents had been tragically separated. She knew that it had been a brief relationship, that she herself was an accident, but she never thought anything less of her mother. Seph never said anything, but she had a hunch that her father had already been married when he met her mother.

Never once did she ask where he was. Seph just said good riddance.

But even without financial help, her mom pulled through at the young age of nineteen and with a newborn weighing her down. It amazed Seph how her mom never tried blaming her for how her life was. In fact, her mom was constantly telling her how she was the best thing to ever happen to her.

Then the worst happened. Gabe Ugliano was Seph's personal nightmare and she swore that he was Satan in disguise. When she was around three, Seph had nicknamed him Smelly Gabe due to the permanent scent of burning tires that he let off, but as she got older and learned curse words, she changed it to Jackass Gabe. It would have been Motherfucker Gabe, but, well . . . she really didn't want those images in her head.

Five minutes after the cab left, Seph was walking into the small apartment that she had called her home since she was five. Sadly for her, she was about an hour shy of her mom getting home from work. What greeted her instead was her stepfather cursing in the living room.

'He must be really losing today,' she thought, lip curling as she stepped over an empty beer can. If all the cans on the ground were his, Seph would have been surprised if he could see his hand in front of his face, much less play cards.

She strolled into the dining room, or as she had taken to calling it, Gabe's Poker Hall. The bastard himself was there, eyes firmly focused on his cards. Surrounding him was his three frequent poker buddies. Taking a deep breath (and almost choking from the cigar smoke in the air) Seph walked into the kitchen.

Gabe glanced up as his stepdaughter passed by him, eyes immediately roaming up and down her body.

"You're home, huh?" he said, not slurring in the slightest.

Seph calmly opened the fridge, staying silent as she pulled out a can of coke. Only after she took a sip did she bother to answer. "Yes."

Gabe grunted and made his bet. Seph looked around the kitchen, frowning when she realized how untidy it was. She wasn't a neat freak, but she knew that because her mom was working so much that she'd be the one stuck cleaning up after Gabe.

"Toss me a beer while you're over there, would'ja beautiful?" one of Gabe's friends asked, tossing her a flirtatious wink at the end. Seph scowled at him, outright ready to refuse when Gabe spoke up.

"Yeah, grab me one too," he scratched his chin. "And come take a seat. We need five for a good game of Texas Hold-Em."

Seph bristled, sea colored eyes flashing dangerously. She was missing Yancy more and more with each word that came out of Gabe's mouth. She grabbed two cold cans out of the fridge and practically slammed them down on the table in front of them. Gabe gave her a warning glare, but two of the friends laughed. One even went as far to call her a spitfire, punctuating that sentence with a firm slap to her behind before she sat down.

"Jeff, come on. She's fourteen, man," the building supervisor, Eddie, complained. He was the only one out of Gabe's friends that she liked. Ever since they had met each other when she was two, they had a soft spot for each other. Both knew exactly how obnoxious Gabe could be, and the super tried to be nice to her when he could.

"Don't worry about it Eddie," Gabe flicked a chip in. "That girl could use a good smack every now and then."

Seph wished with all of her might that she could get away with murder. The cards were dealt out and soon they were all wrapped up in the game. About an hour later, Seph had managed to win another couple thousand dollars from the men in the room as well as Gabe's Camaro, after he had run out of money to bet. As she collected her winnings the door to the tiny apartment opened.

"Gabe? Is Sephy home yet?"

Seph quickly pocketed the money before sprinting to the doorway where she knew her favorite person in the world would be.

"Mom!" she said, happily diving into her mother's loving arms. Sally laughed at her daughter's enthusiasm and hugged the black-haired teen back eagerly. After a few seconds, Sally held her back at arm's length.

"Oh, Sephy, look at you," her mother whispered sweetly. "You look beautiful, honey."

Now Seph was proud to say that she wasn't one of those girls that needed constant reassurance that she was pretty, but when her mother said so, she couldn't help but feel a little bashful. The teen grinned and hugged her mother again, only breaking away from her when Gabe yelled, "Yeah, yeah. Kiss-kiss, hug-hug, now let's get back to the game. I want my car back."

Seph gave the man a fierce glare. It was one thing when he bossed her around in front of his friends, but when it was in front of her mother it was another thing. Sally cocked an eyebrow at her daughter.

"You've been gambling?" she mumbled, the disapproval in her voice easily detected by the green-eyed teen. Seph smiled innocently. Sally shook her head, though her shoulders quaked with laughter. She held up a plain brown bag with a red-blue-and-white Sweet on America stamp on the front. "Let's go murder these in your room."

The teen agreed, not paying attention to Gabe's calls for her to play another round as she obediently followed her mother. They sat on Seph's bed and chatted lightly about how school was going and how much they missed each other. Seph grunted as she pulled on a blueberry sour string with her teeth. Sally asked her daughter every question imaginable, trying to catch up for the months she hadn't been able to spend with her.

Now most teenagers would be annoyed by their mother's questioning, but Seph didn't mind. She wasn't a very emotional person, but the green-eyed girl didn't feel anything short of happiness when she was with her mom. She guessed growing up with one parent did that to you.

"I just can't get over how beautiful and grown up you look," Sally squeezed her daughter's shoulders tightly. She could hardly believe this gorgeous girl in front of her was her baby. She could still remember the cute little green-eyed three-year old that would cling to her legs when she met someone new.

"Mom," Seph groaned.

"Sephy," Sally imitated her daughter's tone.

Both gave each other looks before bursting out in laughter, the older woman hugging the girl close to her.

"One of you, come make something to eat!" Gabe called.

Sally noted how the teen stiffened in her arms, small but strong muscles coiling like a snake before it strikes. She heard the growl that began to bubble in the girl's chest, saw the anger that entered green jewels. Gabe was on a thin line.

"Merissa called two days ago," she tried distracting her daughter.

Her ploy worked. The dangerous storm trapped in Seph's eyes changed into radiant joy.

"What did she say?" Seph asked excitedly. She hadn't seen her aunt since her twelfth birthday, two and a half years ago. She began bouncing her knees in barely contained eagerness.

Sally giggled. "She wants to take us to Montauk for a few days."

"When?"

"She said she'd be here by two today."

Seph's eyes widened. While she did not particularly care for Montauk, she wasn't about to pass up the chance to spend time with her two most favorite people in the world. She took a brief glance at the alarm clock. It was five till one, so they had just a bit over an hour to kill. Sally could have laughed as Seph began bouncing her knees in anticipation.

The happy moment was killed by Gabe stomping into the room.

"One of you get your asses in the kitchen and make something to eat!" he snarled at them.

Seph glared at the ugly man, more than ready to face juvie if it meant putting him in a permanent coma, but she knew it would upset her mother.

"I was heading in there, sweetie," Sally said calmly. "I was telling Sephy about Merissa's trip."

Gabe scowled at the name. He did not like that shrimp of a woman. She was almost as freaky as his bastard stepdaughter.

"What trip?" he asked. "I don't want that freak coming around here."

Seph nearly attacked him. No one called her aunt a freak. The only thing stopping her was her mother's hand on her arm.

"Sephy hasn't seen Merissa in almost three years," Sally said. "She said she'll pay for everything."

Gabe hardly budged. "Well who's gonna cook while you two are gone, huh? I ain't eating no take-out crap."

"I wasn't planning on it," Sally countered with ease. "I'll make your favorite seven-layer dip and some buffalo wings to last until we get back."

Seph saw Gabe falter and threw in, "And I'll make my Game Day nachos. You know the ones with the black olives?"

He caved instantly, but of course had to have the last word. "Make the brat give me my Camaro back."

The teen bristled instantly. She had won that car fair and square, but her mother looked so pleading. With a quiet huff, she practically through the keys at Gabe.

"Stupid little bastard," he grumbled, waddling out the door.

Seph made a face at his back, making her mom scold her, but you could see the amusement in her eyes.

"The sooner we make his food, the sooner we can go," Sally said softly.

They left the tiny bedroom and went to the kitchen, conversing quietly as the men continued playing poker.

Seph groaned as she finished dragging her mother's bag down (yet another) flight of stairs. It wasn't so much that it was heavy, but the fact that they lived on the eighth floor. And of course the elevator decided to break down that day, so she was stuck trying not to slip as she carried down the suitcase. Thankfully, there was only one more flight of stairs to climb before she could use the wheels.

The sixteen steps were more like mountains to the teen, but she finally reached the flat ground. She wheeled the suitcase outside to the sidewalk, intending to sit on the bench in front of the apartment building. Seph leaned the suitcase against the arm rest before kicking her feet up on the bench, her messenger bag resting in her lap.

She let her eyes drift shut, appreciating the cool breeze that briefly chased away the blazing heat.

The momentary peace didn't last as the sound of screeching tires and car horns blaring rang through the streets. Seph opened her eyes and looked curiously down the street, just in time to see a midnight blue Ferrari FF round the corner at a hundred miles an hour. She couldn't but admire the sleek build of the sports car (You didn't see those often in this part of town) and was more than a bit surprised when it pulled to a stop in front of her.

The driver's side door opened and a short figure stepped out. Seph immediately knew who it was.

"Aunt Merissa!"

The fourteen-year old jumped up from the bench and ran towards the woman. They hugged each other tightly, having not seen each other in so long.

"Hey squirt," Merissa smirked at her honorary niece.

Looking like she was in her early twenties, Merissa had long white-blonde hair with blue eyes and barely stood at 5'1. Like Seph, she tended to wear punkish clothes. Today's outfit consisted of a dark blue shirt with a leather jacket over it, blue shorts with fishnets, and black combat boots. She was the coolest person in the world to the green-eyed teen.

"I'm not a squirt Auntie," Seph snorted, looking down at the shorter female for emphasis.

Merissa scoffed and gently swatted the teen's head. "Just because you're a few inches taller than me doesn't mean you get to be a smartass."

Seph snickered and let go of her aunt. "I can't believe you're coming with us. I haven't seen you or the beach in forever."

The blonde winced. "About that . . . my boss called me a couple of hours ago. I need to head out to Los Angeles by eight."

The teen's face dropped. She had been looking forward to spending time with her other most favorite person in the world. Merissa noticed the face she made and her heart melted.

"It'll only be for tonight," she tried cheering her up. "After that, I'm all yours for the next three days."

The green-eyed girl perked up again just as her mother exited the building, Gabe trailing a little ways behind her.

"Merissa," Sally smiled warmly at the other woman.

"Hey Sally," The blonde said back in a friendly way. She looked over to Gabe. "Asswipe."

"Freak," the pig-man growled back.

Seph closed the trunk lid a bit too hard, but she didn't say a word to her stepfather. She had all summer to torture him and this weekend provided excellent plotting time. Her aunt of course would be more than happy to suggest ideas.

"Say do you wanna drive, kiddo?" Merissa asked suddenly. "Your mama told me you got your permit."

The fourteen-year old's eyes lit up, but her mother shot the idea down.

"I don't want her driving on the freeway until she's sixteen," Sally said.

"Killjoy," Merissa said playfully. "Looks like you get the backseat, squirt."

Seph didn't mind and she happily climbed into the Ferrari. Her mom slid into the front seat as her aunt rounded to the driver's side. All of them got buckled in and Merissa looked at her niece through the rearview mirror. A devilish twinkle entered sky blue eyes and the blonde put the car into reverse.

Dogs barked, people stopped walking to cover their ears, and a bird ran into a billboard as the most god awful sound rang through the streets.

Seph head swiveled around, wondering what the hell had happened, only to laugh disbelievingly when she saw that Gabe's Camaro now had a long scratch going down the side.

"Oops. Sorry about that," Merissa said innocently. She rolled down Sally's window to look at the purple-faced Gabe. "Send me a bill, Asswipe."

Then she shifted the car into drive and sped off down the street, Gabe's screaming figure left behind them in the dust.

"That wasn't a nice thing to do, Merissa," Sally tried to sound disapproving, but the little giggles she let out every now and again ruined the image.

"Eh, don't worry Sally. He knows I'm a bitch," The blonde winked at Seph through the rearview. "Now how about some tunes?"

"Shoot to thrill, play to kill! Too many women, too many pills yeah," Seph sang.

"Shoot to thrill, play to kill. I got my gun at the ready gonna fire at will," Merissa joined in, drumming her hands on the wheel.

"Cause I shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill! I can't get enough and I can't get my fill," they chorused. "Shoot to thrill, play to kill-"

"Pull the trigger!" Sally finished.

All three women busted out laughing at the off-key singing as they sped down the freeway.

An hour later, they had arrived at the beach. Merissa hugged them both good-bye before climbing into the taxi cab. She was leaving them the Ferrari in case they wanted to go to the grocery store or something.

The mother-daughter pair watched the taxi grow smaller and smaller until they couldn't even see it anymore. Sally sighed a little before smiling at her daughter.

"Well, no use standing here," she said. "Let's go unpack."

The cabin was just as Seph remembered it. Half-sunk, sandy, and every corner was claimed by a spider. It was awesome.

Her mom shared the same sentiments. Relaxation practically oozed from her pores, her face looking almost tiredly calm. The green-eyed girl knew that this was her mom's favorite place in the world, the only place where she could truly let her hair down.

"Last one to the cabin has to clean the spider webs!" Sally said. She took off before Seph could get a word out.

The teen stood there for a second in shock before a wide smile overcame her face. She snatched the bag up before hauling ass towards their cabin. She ended up winning, but she still cleaned the spider webs for her mother.

They finished cleaning the cozy little cabin and strolled on the beach, laughing as the waves brushed against their bare feet. Currently, the mother-daughter pair were demolishing their hot dog and marshmallow supplies.

"-And the girl would finally prove that she deserves the throne in the end," Sally finished her story idea. She looked at her daughter curiously. "What do you think about it?"

Seph gave her mom a smile. "You're going to be the next J.K Rowling one day, Mom."

Sally blushed slightly at the compliment and giggled in return.

Their conversation continued on until finally reaching Seph's most hated topic.

"He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen," Sally stated wistfully, not noticing the dark look on her daughter's face. "At least six-foot-three, well-muscled but slim like a swimmer, and he had the cutest dimples in the world."

Seph watched the flames with a blank expression, trying her hardest to tune her mother out. She didn't want to hear about her father at all. She could go on for the rest of her life without knowing a damn thing about him. But she let her mother speak, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

"He was very gentle with everything he came across, even with the power he carried," Sally continued on. "I see so much of him in you, Sephy. You have the same silky black hair and those pretty green eyes. Not to mention the stubborn personalities."

A hand unconsciously ran itself through for mentioned black hair. Bitterness crept into the teen's heart. She didn't like being compared to her father. She wanted none of his traits, whether they were physical or personality wise.

"Has he ever seen me?" The teen asked before she could stop herself.

Sally's expression saddened.

"No sweetie, he hasn't. He had to go away before you were born," the brunette said softly. She cracked a small smile. "You know, he would always tell me how much he wanted a daughter, a little girl to spoil and treat like a princess. He would have adored you."

It was only respect for her mother that kept Seph from snorting. Why would this apparently fantastic man love her? She was every teacher's scariest nightmare and her temper was worse than a volcano about to erupt. She wasn't exactly the 'princess' type.

"Yeah, sure," she mumbled under her breath. "So where am I going to school next? I've been kicked out of pretty much every private school in the greater Manhattan area and you don't want to send me to public school."

Sally didn't say anything for a few minutes. "I've been considering Saint Catherine's in Pennsylvania for a while now."

Seph blinked, not expecting that at all.

"Pennsylvania?" she asked. "Why Pennsylvania? I mean, Aunt Merissa has been offering to watch over me for years now. Why can't I go live with her if you're going to send me out of state?"

The brunette squirmed underneath her daughter's questioning stare.

"It's not that simple, sweetie," she said. "You can never go to Los Angeles, even if your aunt is with you. It would be disastrous."

"What do you mean by that?" Seph asked in frustration.

Merissa had practically been begging for them to come live with her since Seph was six. She had promised the best of schools for Seph, or even private tutors if they so wanted. Sally could stay at home and write all day if she so desired, but the blonde's offer was numerously shot down much to the teen's disbelievement.

Why did her mother want to stay in New York so bad? It couldn't have been for Jackass Gabe, that was for sure, so what was the reason?

Sally closed her eyes, a sad smile playing on her beautiful face.

"You are very important in this world, baby. You are so special, yet you never seem to realize how much. Or how much danger that specialness is."

Seph cocked her head to the side, wondering where she had heard those words before. Then it hit her.

One day when she was seven, Sephy had been sitting on the punishment wall at recess after getting in trouble for throwing paint at Nina Andrews.

So there she was, sitting with her head resting on her knees and looking up at the sky as planes soared overhead. Sephy wished she had wings to fly away. She would never have to see Smelly Gabe again, but that would also mean leaving her mama behind. She could never do that to her mama.

"Why so glum, chum?" A voice asked softly.

Sephy jumped in surprise before whirling her little head around to see who had managed to sneak up on her.

It was a teenage boy, a very pretty teenage boy. The seven-year old cocked her head to the side as she examined him.

The boy was easily the tallest person Sephy had ever met, even beating out Terry Kline's dad. He had very pale skin, like hers, with dark chocolate brown hair and bright electric blue eyes. He was what her aunt 'Rissy would call 'hot'.

"Who're you?" she asked rudely, eyes narrowing into a suspicious glare. The boy didn't seem to mind as he gave her a radiant smile.

"My name isn't important," he said.

"Are you one of those pee-dough-flies that my Mama warns me about?" Sephy asked, ready to bolt at a moments notice.

A thick dark eyebrow twitched and the boy's smile became forced. "You're just full of questions, aren't you? No, I am not a pedophile. I just noticed you sitting here all by yourself instead of playing with the other kids."

Sephy looked at him warily for a moment. "This is the punishment wall. I got in trouble for throwing paint at Tattletale Nina."

The boy raised an eyebrow. "And why did you throw paint at her?"

The seven-year old scowled and folded her arms over her flat chest. "She called me stupid because I couldn't spell flavor during our spelling bee."

"Ahh," the boy nodded in understanding. "That was mean of her. Not everyone learns at the same pace."

"Exactly!" Sephy cried, happy that someone was siding with her. "Mama says I don't learn as well as others because I have de-lexia, but I learn fighting moves really fast."

"Really?" the boy's lips twitched into a smile. The little girl nodded enthusiatically, all traces of suspicion gone now as she showed him a complex series of jabs of punches and kicks she saw on an MMA fight.

"You're good," he admitted, surprised that she could move that quickly. "You're very good."

Sephy smiled at him, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Thanks, you're the only one who thinks so. The teachers don't like when I do stuff like that. They don't like how weird I am compared to the other kids. Smelly Gabe says that that's the reason why I don't have a daddy."

She looked down at her shoes and the boy frowned deeply.

"Hey," he said softly, raising a hand so he could lift her chin gently.

Sephy didn't look him in the eyes, afraid that he could see the tears in hers.

"You are a very special little girl, kid," he said in a somber voice. "You have no idea how special you are now, but you will in the future. I promise."

She had never seen him again after that day. It was then and there that she learned not to trust a person's word just because they promised. She was childish back then, naïve. She wasn't going to let anyone get her hopes up like that just to let it crash and burn later.

"Mom, I'm not special. I'm weird. Abnormal." Seph said bitterly.

"But you're good abnormal," Sally tried reasoning with her. "That's one of the best things about you, Sephy. I don't want some fashion and boy-crazed daughter, I want my fist-fighting temperamental baby. But that aside, I need you to be safe."

"I can protect myself, Mom," Seph said reassuringly. "You don't have to worry."

"But I do worry, sweetie," Sally said. "I want to keep you close to me, but that time seems to be coming to a close. I . . . I may have to send you to where your father wanted you to go. I really don't want to, but I will if there is no other choice."

Seph felt her eyes widened.

"My-my father?" she asked incredulously. "What's that supposed to mean 'Your father wanted you to go'? I doubt that he thought so far ahead if he couldn't even stay long enough to see me be born."

"Sweetie, this isn't the time to get angry," Sally tried calming her down. "We can talk about this later."

Seph stared at her mother for a moment, the sea itself brewing in her green depths before she nodded once. She stood up. "Alright then. I'm going to head back to cabin, Mom. Love you."

Sally watched her daughter walk away from her, her mint-colored eyes brimming with tears.

"I'm sorry, Sephy," she whispered. "I wish this wasn't happening."

Seph gasped as she woke up from her dream, a loud clap of thunder making her jump slightly. She groaned quietly so she wouldn't wake her mother. She was never going to get back to sleep with the rain pelting the cabin like that.

She stretched her arms above her head, her plain white tank top rising to show her flat stomach. Her black shorts had rode up on her legs during the night. She must've been thrashing around in her sleep.

Another loud crash of thunder had her mom rubbing at her eyes tiredly.

"It's just bad weather," Sally yawned, even though her eyes were looking out the window nervously. "Go back to sleep."

Normally she would have been happy to comply, but she was feelng edgy. That dream had been so weird and the storm was doing absolutely nothing to help ease her mind.

"I think I'll stay awake for a minute," the teen said.

Sally opened her mouth, but Seph wasn't paying attention. There was an odd noise coming from outside and someone started screaming as they pounded their fist on the door. Seph reached for her knife, ready to defend her mother from the unknown psycho when to her surprise, her mother got out of bed to open the door.

"Mom!" Seph hissed in confusion, scrambling off her own bed.

It turned out that she didn't need the knife. Grover was there with wide eyes full of fear. Seph didn't notice, all of her attention was on his lower end.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" he asked.

Her mother's head snapped over to her fast.

"Something happened, didn't it?" she asked. "Sephy, you should have told me."

The teen didn't look at either of them, her eyes still trained on her best friend's fuzzy hindquarters.

"Would you stop staring at me?" Grover yelled. "It's coming for us and we don't have much time!"

Sally look at her daughter sternly and said in a tone she'd never used before, "Persephone, talk."

Seph managed to get something out about Mrs. Dodds and the Jamie Lee look-alikes from the fruit stand. Her mother looked horrified at what she was saying, but quickly snapped out of. Sally grabbed her purse and tossed the keys to the Ferrari at her daughter.

"Go to the car, I'll be there in a minute," she said quickly.

The green-eyed girl found herself nodding dazedly and slipped on her Jack Skellington jacket before grabbing her messenger bag. Grover was pretty much trying to tug her arm out of its socket as he pulled her out of the cabin.

"Hurry!" Grover yelped, shuffle-running to the car.

Seph followed after him, not even caring that her clothes were already clinging to her from the harsh rain. She pressed the unlock button for the car and eagerly climbed in from the cool night air. She had just started the car when her mother came running to the driver's side door.

"I'll drive," Sally said, sliding into the seat when Seph climbed into the back with Grover.

With a change of the gear, they were speeding away.

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AN: Bit of a chopped ending *wince*. I had something better, but I stupidly forgot to save it.

I have a question for all of you, if I were to design a story website (like what some authors do on here) would you go onto it? It would basically give you information about my stories that won't be revealed on here. Let me know!

Oh and Merissa is not, repeat NOT an OC. She will play a significant role in Seph's life, but not as the person Seph thinks she is.

Reviews are more than welcomed!