A/N: I don't own PJO.

Here's chapter 4!

Later that afternoon, Grover had to leave and meet Juniper, after promising he would after retrieving Audrey for us. It took me a while to notice it, but I realized not long after he left he was right back to where he started before being allowed to go on his search for Pan. It made me wonder if he liked doing this job, finding and convincing unknown demigods to come here as a safety issue. Or was this only something he was going to do temporarily, at least until he figured something else out?

I didn't know why the thought bugged me so much; it just did.

Not only did Grover have to leave us, but Annabeth also. After our discussion with Chiron about Audrey, she said as the three of us started down the steps of the Big House that Chiron had asked to speak with her in private when she was done saying goodbye to us. "I don't know why, but I'll tell you later. Okay?" She asked, looking at me with her beautiful smokey gray eyes.

I gulped, trying to forget about the last time we were here-which was last summer-our last uncomfortable talk was regrettably about Luke and had left a huge gap between us. Trying to remain calm, I nodded lamely. "Okay. See you at dinner then?"

She smiled faintly. "Okay. Bye." For a moment after saying her last words, she didn't move, but stayed where she was staring up at me with her kind eyes. I didn't know if she had gotten caught up in the moment or what, but I as sure has had did. It wasn't until, Audrey interrupted us with an irritated 'hello' that we finally broke our stare. Saying goodbye for a second time, we finally departed; the only thing catching me offhand for one solid second, Audrey.

She followed me toward the cabin area, but several feet behind. Getting a little anxious, I waited for her to catch up. "So uh," I asked, preferring an awkward conversation over an awkward silence, "what do you think of it-here?" I tried not to mention the whole family-relations thing-at least not until later.

She shrugged, not looking at me. "Not much. I haven't really gave much thought into it." Her monotone voice gave off a bad vibe, making me wonder if I should've waited a little longer before asking a question like that. She just got here, of course she wouldn't think much of it; she hasn't experienced anything yet.

"Um. . ." I stumbled, stopping in the front of my-I mean our cabin. "This is the Poseidon cabin." Realizing she had passed it by just a few steps, she came back. Trying to be nice, I let her go in first. She did and once I got in she had already froze (and by the looks of it) amazed by the inside.

"You like it?" I asked, looking around the room I hadn't been in since last summer. The ocean theme really brought out its spirit, and even had the power to relax just about anyone if in here. Well, that's what it felt like to me. The ocean at times could be relaxing so there-an analogy! (See I do know more than I think)

She closed her opened jaw, swallowing. "Nice. . ." That was all she said.


I was actually kinda glad it was a month before summer; because when sitting at the Poseidon table at dinner there wasn't much of a crowd to gawk at the new kid. There was only a scarce amount of demigod kids around; a few here and few there, but not a lot to make a big fuss about. So dinner went by better than if it was the middle of July and the regular amount of demigods were here. After giving some of our food to the gods, Audrey and I sat across from each other at our table. I noticed at the Athena table, Annabeth hadn't come back yet from talking with Chiron. It only made me even more eager to know what was going on. Yeah, the war was still going on. Yeah, I was sixteen. And yeah, this new sister of mine was only making it more complicated.

Kronos was only getting stronger and stronger. And after almost a year, he has probably had more than enough time to gain more troops and monsters for this war. It was still April, and I had only a couple of months before I would turn seventeen. Things, I was afraid, were going to get very intense very soon.

And to add to it, Audrey was in the picture now. And as she said, she was almost sixteen too. . .

After eating dinner, I gave up waiting for Annabeth, and went back to the cabin deciding to hear what was taking her so long tomorrow. Audrey also came having finished only bits of her meal. When walking back to the cabin she asked me some more questions about the camp, and I wished she didn't. Going through a long and exhausting day, I was tired and didn't feel like explaining every little thing to her at the moment. Not to mention, all her questions were starting to get really annoying. It made me wonder if I was like that when first coming here.

When getting back to our cabin, I went straight to bed. There was new bed there so we didn't have much of a problem with the sleeping arrangements. It took us over ten minutes to figure out where she could find some clothes. Turns out there was a large treasure-like chest in the front of her new bed I never saw until now. Looking back at my half-sister, I couldn't blame her for wanting to change clothes. She was completely dressed up-like the rich kid she is-with a white polo shirt under a black cardigan (which to me, looked kinda liked cashmere), a really, really short plaid skirt, and black pleaded ankle boots. Anyone could tell just from her appearance, she was a rich city kid.

No one, I don't think, could mistake her for a criminal though. Her long, wavy brown hair, stunning emerald green eyes, and gorgeous facial features. Who would think a girl like her would hack into a car, then smash it into a tree?

Then there was the fact both her parents were dead.

Although. . .Wait a second. "Hey," I called, as she dug through the chest on her knees. She didn't look at me, but kept doing what she was doing.

Instead she said, "What?"

"Um-" I said, trying to come up with the best way to bring up the subject, "before you met us, we overheard that teacher of yours yelling at you. . ."

"Yeah, a lot of teachers do that," she said simply acting as if it was nothing worth talking about.

"Yeah, but," I had trouble saying, "I remember her calling you Miss. Warner." There was a short pause. "Didn't you say your last name was Corleane or something?"

She stood up immediately, gripping a pair of clothes in one hand. Tossing them on her bed she turned to me; and, by the looks of it she wasn't happy. "Corleone," she corrected. "And yeah, she was calling me Warner because she's a damn retard!" She turned away, sitting on her bed, trying to take off her boots.

"So your name's not Warner?" I asked slowly.

She closed her eyes, looking a little less angry, just stressful. "Yes." She sighed. "Technically, it is. . .My adopted parent's name, in other words. Henry and Kim. Their the only reason I live under a five million dollar condo, and go to a private high school, suitable for only the top students in the city." She sighed again.

"What's wrong then?" I asked, not getting how someone of such high privileges could make it sound so bad.

"What's wrong?" She asked. "What's wrong is I hate them and hate the school even more! It's a gifted kid school, and I can't even make a C on on-level!"

"Oh-" I said, realizing we had more in common than I thought. "That's okay, you know. I guess we forgot to mention, nobody here can do well in school. It's a demigod-thing. Like you're probably bad at reading, right?"

She looked at me suspiciously. "Yeah."

"Well, that's because your mind is more suited to learning Greek." For a while, I explained more into detail about our dyslexia and ADHD. Why we have it, and how it didn't have to be that bad of a thing considering our other abilities.

After a while of telling her about it, it seemed my exhaustion and wish to sleep melted away as I became even more enthusiastic explaining to her all about this. I think because not only was our mind hard-wired to reading, writing, and speaking Greek, but we were also great fighter when it came to war and stuff. And, I liked sword fights. (well practicing on the others out here. So far, I was the best. . .despite Luke, who didn't come here anymore, but surely was a better swordsman than me)

"Well, that's better." Audrey admitted, still sitting on the edge of her bed. "It explains a lot, really. . ."

"Yeah, I know." Then, something else came to mind. "Hey, what did you do to get detention?" Another common thing; we both always got into trouble with our teachers.

She smiled, shaking her head. "Like I said, I'm not smart. And trying to make my adopted parents not ground me for another two months, I tried hacking into the school's computers and changing my flunking grades."

"Really?" I asked, surprised that was the reason.

"Yeah. . .Unfortunately, I was caught on camera. Didn't know there was a hidden camera every meter of that place." She laid back on her bed, putting her hand behind her head while looking up at the ceiling.

For a short moment, it was quiet. I wanted to ask more like why she didn't ever mention her adopted parents beforehand, why she wanted to come here so eagerly without even knowing what this place was. . .and even how she broke into that car. (I know it was childish, but who knows-you never know when you're gonna need to break into a car and steal it like a pro)

You'd think she would've wanted to have said goodbye to her parents, or at least reassure them she was okay and give them the info about everything so far. Chiron did say she could make a call to her folks and all that, only it didn't seem to interest her much. And as I remember, she did just say she hated them. Maybe that's why she was so anxious to come to Camp Half-Blood. It would be make a great getaway, plus she, probably thought, no one would ever come looking for her here. (and amazingly, that was more than likely true) So I guess the answer to my question was she didn't care, didn't care about her adopted parents, or if they knew she was dead or alive.

My half-sister was just getting out of the bathroom looking completely different from the girl I saw earlier this evening. She walked barefoot to her bed with a pair of black, pajama pants just like mine, and a sky blue undershirt bright enough for even me to see in the dark. I guess since we were siblings now she didn't care what she looked like in front of me. Not like I cared or anything, I just thought since she appeared to be a girl who clearly worried over her look and style, she would try to look her best in front of just about everyone.

Glimpsing her getting in her bed, I was just now realizing how big an impact this deal was. This girl here really was my sister. (Okay, half-sister) Either way, she was related to me, and frankly I was starting to feel a little weird about it. Sure I knew I also had a half-brother, Tyson (who by the way was half god and cyclops) but this was a girl we were talking about! Before this evening I just thought we were dealing with a usual demigod, more than likely someone headed for the Hermes cabin, not knowing who their god-parent was. But this-I didn't see coming. This was far from what I would've expected. And to add to it, my dad had broken the rules again. Jeez, how pretty was her mom to make a god lose control of his will power?

In the beginning of this whole mess, when Annabeth first said she was a 'daughter of Poseidon', I didn't know what to think of it. It seemed like just a blur, the whole time. But now, seeing as I have a new roommate living with me for possibly the entire summer, it was actually true. This girl was my half-sister. I might had said it countless times before, but now I've finally realized how big a thing this really is. Ruling out the dangers of it, I thought only of our relations to each other. Like Annabeth said, she also had brown hair. It was exactly the same shade of dark brown as mine. The same went for our green eyes, and white skin. The only thing, though, that might had been a little off was her height. When walking with her, I noticed she stood taller than me at about three or so inches. And her attitude. . .It didn't exactly show a lot of good qualities; didn't make a very good first-impression, I guess you can say. Lets see, she had a smart mouth, swore a lot, and, unlike me, was quick at sudden decisions.

And the reckless part of her-I didn't know how that trait was gonna do her any good in the long run. . .

Okay, so I took some advice into consideration, and tried making it a little slower. Although, because of that, the chapter turned out a little longer than usual. Hope you liked it though. I tried answering some probably curious questions, and filling in some loop holes not to confuse you anymore. So here you go.

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