I stared at the photo before slamming it down. I clenched my fists fuming, no one made a sound. I know what they are thinking right now. "Will is connected to George Darkwood, he could have lived here when he was younger," but I didn't, I was raised in the country, but my father was never rich, he could never have owned this unless…

Suddenly I felt agony pouring through me as that day came to my mind.

"Will run!" Blood spilling over the floor. His yell of pain.

"Will?" I heard Annabeth's voice pull me out of my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. I was still a bit shaken up from the onslaught of memories that bombarded me. I quickly covered it up by painting a look of disconnection on my face.

"Yes?" I asked her, my fingers playing with my shirt. I had dived in without armour, they stared at me in shock and I knew why instantly. I have never shown real emotion before, except once and that emotion was pure agony. If I looked at their faces I know they are figuring out I am hiding something, something important.

"Are you…ok?" Annabeth asked me, silently studying me. I stared back until she glanced at the photo, we were all silent for a moment before I walking towards a random door. I was about to go through the door before Annabeth called out and I stopped "Will! Do you know George Darkwood?"

I paused thinking through the question, if they knew they would figure out the curse and I can't let that happen. I thought for an appropriate answer and when I found one I turned smiling with a dark humour that only I would understand "No, I have never met George Darkwood"

I was alone in a hallway when I heard voices coming from a room. On further investigation I found that the voices belonged to Percy and Annabeth, and naturally they were talking about me.

"I think that he's a spy, I mean why else would his photo be here?" Percy said exasperated. I rolled my eyes as I listened in. It was obviously there to say 'I know you're there Demigods, from George Darkwood' of course, I am the only one who knows why he chose me as the person in the picture.

"I don't know Percy, maybe George Darkwood placed it there to say he knows we're here" Annabeth snorted and I smiled to myself. Exactly Percy, makes much more sense that way, why would I be a spy for George Darkwood of all people?

"Why do you defend him Annabeth?" Percy hissed. I stiffened at his comment. Percy was Annabeth's boyfriend, and he's talking to her like that? Even though it's about me he shouldn't talk to her like that.

"Because Will's my baby brother, of course I am going to defend him!" She said. I inwardly groaned, she did not just call me that. Have I been too soft? Should I have been harsher on her?

"Oh yeah, well this baby brother of yours made you burst into tears in a matter of seconds, remember that Annabeth?" Percy snapped and I felt shock run through me, I made her cry! Part of me felt guilty, incredibly guilty, but yet at the same time relieved because she can't love me, she can't like me. None of them can.

Annabeth was silent before she replied, her voice steely calm yet it had the same effect as if she were yelling "Though I did…cry at what he said…I felt…how do I put it…as if he didn't have the heart to do it but yet did it anyway, he's hiding something, something big,"

I didn't hear Percy's reply as I was already walking away stuffing my fists into my pockets. Who was I kidding? How could I keep that I had a secret from her? She was too smart for that, next thing I know she will find out that I am dying. I wonder how they would react. Would they care at all? Or would Annabeth be the only one to mourn?

I was in the study, more like a small library. I was just scanning the shelves when I stopped at an old leather bound diary. I took it out and opened the cover and widened my eyes at the name inside. Harrison Cliff. My father, but why would he be here? The picture, it's as if George placed everything here, like he was mocking me. I felt rage blow up inside me as I gripped the diary. In the heat of the moment I ripped the diary into a thousand little pieces and threw it into the trash. After I did so I relaxed back onto the bookshelf, my breathing heavy. After a few minutes I exited the room and walked down the darkening halls before I felt my heart jumping in my chest. I gasped, bending over, stumbling back. My vision blurred and I leant against the wall. My illness, I exerted too much energy today, I was an idiot and I should have stayed in the background.

I suddenly coughed hard only able to breath once before another fit of coughing came to me, but instead I coughed up blood. It splattered to the ground, dripping down my chin. I panted hard before another round of blood.

I heard the running of feet and I felt hands on my shoulders, but I was already out and the hands caught me as I fell to the floor. The yells sounded in my ears but even if I was awake I wouldn't know who the yelling belonged to.