Life and Death-Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Again, I repeat I don't own Percy Jackson. I'm giving credit to Blueblood98 who write this with moi. Fighting!

Jessica's POV

Thank the gods, dinner was over. I was so tempted to eat more. All the delicious food… I decided to go for a walk alone. A quiet time for me to daydream. I like Effy but she was always talking. I was a solitary person. As I walked through the forests, I could not help but be captivated by the night scene, the stars were shining so brightly against the pitch black night sky. Such contrast, yet so beautiful. I reminded myself to stay in the camp borders; I do not wish to attract any more monsters. The first monster was enough! Thank you very much! I settled myself under a big tree. I thought of my past years of training. It was so tiresome, the many years of pain and hardwork, there was one time I wanted to give it all up and lived like a normal teenager. I guess I could take this as an opportunity to rest. But looking at the campers fighting in the afternoon, I don't know whether I should be glad that I'm in camp. I took out my iPod from my pocket, and plug in my ear buds and put it into shuffle mode. A soft melody played, the singer crooning to the beat. My body relaxed, and I sang along to the familiar lyrics.

Suddenly, the bushes shuffled. I immediately took out my ear buds. "Who's there?" I asked my voice steadingly. I felt stupid; it's probably an animal or something. But my gut instinct told me it's not. I grabbed a stick in case.

"Hey. I'm Nico" a voice said. I jumped in surprise. A Goth looking guy with black hair, black shirt, black pants and a skull ring. His skin was pale and his eyes were hazel. He was cute in a Goth sort of way.

"Do I know you?" I asked sensing a dark aura surrounding. It felt like death. Though I do not know what did death felt like.

"I don't believe you do." Nico climbed out from the bush. "Jessica, right?"

I stared at him, I was taken by surprise. "How did you –"

"Oh, I have my sources." He grinned. I swear, I almost swooned. "Just to give you a warning, really."

I snapped back to my cold and icy self. This is bad. "And what is that, Nico?"

"I know Effy. I've known her for a very long time. She is not who you think she is."

"Don't talk like that!" I snapped. Really, Effy was a great girl. Though sometimes she can be rude, arrogant, lazy and the list goes on. But she was a great girl.

"Jessica. I'm not saying she's bad or good or anything like that. She has lived for more than 500 years. I met her in 1941."

Effy's POV

"500 years" muttered Jessica.

I didn't tell her. I stood behind Nico, in the tree. Nico was correct. When I was 'sixteen' – um, in 1941, I mean – I was Elizabeth, the English girl born in 1640. I am a Hunter of Artemis – Lieutenant Zoë Nightshade changed to Thalia Grace. All the memories were rushing through my mind that instant. I remembered taking amnesiac potions to wipe off all my demigod history though I could still remember Chiron – I'm daughter of Zeus by the way – to come to this Korean school – for international kids. With my hard-wired Brit accent, and bad-girl piercing, I went in. Unfortunately, I didn't remember exactly what my mission was. A girl, in full Marie-Antoinette dress supposedly 16, and really 500 years old. Nah, it didn't look great. I tried to be like the 21st century kids, adopting a new family among mortals. I missed my demigod brothers.

"In fact," Nico said. "I can sense her behind me."

I stepped out of my tree. "Hello Nico, Jessica."

Jessica was clearly surprised. She looked like she didn't know what to say but I can see in her eyes, she doesn't really care about my past. "Effy."

"Hunter of Artemis at your service" I held up my palm. "Elizabeth"

"Effy, do you – "Jessica began.

"I don't remember. I remembered before; but I took amnesiac potions."

Jessica looked concerned. "I – "

I interrupted her. "Anyway, Jess, I don't really think you should be here. It's dangerous."

Jessica's POV

I couldn't believe Effy. She was so daring. And a liar. And acted as if nothing was wrong. I would appreciate it if she would tell me about it. But Effy had been and would always be brave, adventurous and yes, reckless and impulsive. And tough. That was all Effy.

I couldn't argue. If you want to argue with Effy, you will need tons of patience which I didn't have in my anger. If I have a mirror right now, I could see the fire brewing in my eyes. Fight fire with Effy. Effy was all fire and passion. I was icy and cold. Fighting with fire would just get you nowhere.