Hi! So here another main character...let me know what you think. This section is in a girl named Ace's P.O.V. I want to alternate between Ace, Percy, and Katie. Hopefully, nothing get too...mind-bogging. :-)

Ace's P.O.V.

I forced myself not to look back as I walked away from the only home I've ever known. The people at Camp Rhea were the closest people to family that we had.

At camp, my mom was declared a titan, but no one knew what exactly what titaness. Campers believe that my dad realized what he did and ditched me.

The only thing was, he just so happened to leave me right outside of Camp Rhea where I was eventually found.

And now, here I was searching for the man who ditched me and trying to get him to tell me who my mom was.

The only problem?

I have absolutely no idea who he is.

"Ace!" I turned around to find Tim running towards me. Tim's the oldest demititan alive - he turned 24 last August. He's one of the many sons of Hyperion. Like Hyperion himself, Tim is golden boy supreme. His hair was dark gold, his skin was golden that turned bronze in the summer, and of course the flash of gold in his blue eyes the resembled his father. Tim was one of my best friends at camp -he was the one who found me back when he was 10 and gave me the name Ace.

Tim stopped a couple feet away from me and I could see how hard he was trying to keep himself together. His eyes were watery and I'm sure that its not just allergies. His glasses -also golden- were hooked onto the collar of his white t-shirt.

"You didn't seriously think I'd let you go without saying goodbye," Tim said trying to sound light-hearted, but failing miserably.

"I didn't want to," I said quietly, staring at my shoes.

Tim remained silent. He knew I hated goodbyes.

To me, 'goodbye' sounded like you were sending someone to their funeral. Especially after the Olympian war where my practical sister, Lily, whispered 'goodbye' to me and never returned.

Lily was killed by a demigod - a guy named Percy Jackson.

I promised her I'd kill him the moment I had the chance.

"I have something for you," Tim said, breaking the silence and reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small lavender box.

The box was small enough to fit in only one of my hands. The purple box was tied shut with a silver, sparkly ribbon.

My two favorite colors. Purple and silver.

Touched and speechless, I tugged the ribbon off and stuffed it into my pocket. I flipped open the box.

Inside was a necklace roughly 16 inches long, thin, and pure silver. "Tim," I whispered, "It's gorgeous."

Tim didn't respond and simply took the necklace from me and stepped behind me. I felt Tim's familiar hand push aside my Carmel colored braid and click the necklace in place.

I turned around and faced Tim again. His blue eyes were clouded with worry and I could see how much it was hurting him to watch me leave. He was probably the closest thing I had to a brother and I found myself wishing he didn't come.

"Birthday gift," Tim said quickly and I realized he thought I was thinking that I was a 'goodbye gift' which bounced between us in the silence.

"Oh Tim," I whispered, my voice breaking and that's when we both shattered.

I was sobbing into his chest and Tim had his arms around me protectively. I felt one of his tears land on my shoulder and we stood in a complete mess of tears, hugs and more tears.

Eventually we parted, each trying to compose ourselves.

Tim's face was tear-stained and blotchy. I was sure that I looked no better.

Tim suddenly stood up straight and I knew exactly what he was going to say.

"It was been an honor to fight with you, solider," Tim took a step back, "Until we meet again," he said, his voice dropping to whisper.

When I was little and talked about finding my parents, I told Tim that when I finally left camp I wanted to be dismissed as a professional soldier. After that, he started calling me 'solider' as his personal nickname for me, but I never thought he remembered exactly how I got the nickname.

Watery-eyed, I smiled and forced myself to salute him. I thought about whispering something else, but seeing that it was going to take all of his restraint to hold back from chasing after me, I folded the three words back into my heart and turned -not looking back.