A/N: I saw a review and I know you guys might have, so... read this bold words below. (Actually, just read everything)

EIMR says: "Cool story bro. The characters are original, but I don't understand what she says, please make her understandable.

Then Verena(that's how she is called, isn't she?) shouldn't be Kronos' daughter. Kronos as far as we know doesn't likes a lot humans and Kronos descendants are a plague and not very original, please make her daughter of another deity.

Then, PJO is about the Greek mythology, God shouldn't be in this universe, it will only make pointless arguments and break the universe, things nobody wants. If you want to add God to the story make it only a belief, not a fact. With this I mean that Claymore and maybe Hecate think and believe God exists, but you shouldn't make God a character, do anything or even exist, don't say that he exists but neither that he doesn't. God should be a belief, not a fact.

Even if you have a lot of new characters you should do the story in one or two POVs, Verena and Alabaster.

Well, except this things I think your story is good, please keep up with the good work."

(I edited the spelling errors…)

And here is the reply I had on PM:

Inky says: "I would like to clear a few things up.

I'm sorry, that sounded brash, didn't it? I would just like you to keep reading, so I wanted to clarify a few misconceptions.

Thank you, first, for the constructive criticism. I really appreciate it- and yeah, Cookie is pretty hard to understand. I really appreciate you reviewing.

I never mentioned that Verena was a child of Kronos. It actually never crossed my mind XD. It's pretty different, actually. I aimed to imply that Kronos had been 'reborn' as a mortal girl. Which is weird, now that I think of it...

Oh, and there are two views. Verena and Alabaster are both there, unless you reviewed on the first chapter. (I can't see- on mobile) please read on!

Thanks again, for reviewing!"

Then EIMR said: "Yep, Kronos reborn as a girl is weird, really weird. Well, I reviewed the third chapter and I thought that there were more views, but I could be mistaken. Also, what is going to happen to Cookie? Is she going to get english classes?

Nope, thank you, we need more writers, and even more writers who listen to criticism. Thank you for writing and listening(I have seen some people who wouldn't accept it and went nuts). Keep up the good work!"

And then I was all: "Well, I never said she really WAS Kronos either :D so mysterious. Anyway, there is eventually going to be a Third Person (not like a third person, but a third person POV). Hm... well, I like the way Cookie talks, but I should make her more understandable. And now that I looked back on my work, I realize I probably confused a lot of people... D:

And thank you again! I was hoping for some constructive criticism. You don't mind if I post this in the fourth chapter, just to clear things up, do you? At least until I can find the time and re-edit everything... and actually finish the fourth chapter D:"

And that's pretty much all you guys need to know XD. Anyway, sorry to leave y'all hanging over the Thanksgiving break! I was so busy… and then school was screaming, "YOU'RE NOT SMART ENOUGH TO BE ATHENA'S CHILD! WORK!"

So… yeah. Those are my lousy excuses. But anyways, here you go! In time for the holidays!

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After the odd, apparently earth-shattering revelation, Rachel refused to say anything. Well, she would say stuff, but it'd make no sense. When Cookie and I asked her if she needed anything, she muttered that she needed a rainbow, Cookie and I would just exchange a glance, and once in a while I'd glace at Cookie's florescent hair.

Rachel would actually look at it, and I heard her hiss something about an IM and ROFL. She certainly wasn't laughing, much less on the floor. And Rachel had her phone, for goodness sake- a Samsung Galaxy S3! I only had a flip hand-me-down.

Not that I'm complaining! It's still useable. I can live with it.

But back to the story.

Her driver picked up Rachel, and Cookie had her beat-up skateboard. I had my bike, a black-and-gold beauty I had gotten on my birthday. Cookie and I lived in the same general area, so we wheeled home together.

The two of us entertained ourselves by arguing over the true logo of the mysterious shirt.

"Wonder about what Chel was talkn' about, you and 'cher eyes." Cookie commented. I shrugged. Rachel had bright green eyes, Cookie had dark chocolate brown, Nathdaniel had storm cloud grey and I had a weird color I thought was amber. It sorta looks yellow in the light, but I've never seen nothing so remarkable as to call it gold.

Cookie and I parted ways and I flopped back onto my bed after racing up the stairs. I couldn't really say anything to my mom that day. I was too… weirded out. I glared up at the ceiling, as if I'd give me answers. What was going on with my best friend? Prophecies, gods, golden eyes…

Well, my dreams were uneasy. Normally they have to do with two-headed purple bunnies and dogs running rampage vandalizing the mall with cat stickers, but this time it was different.

Nathdaniel struggled with a creature, back to back with Cookie. In his hand was a bronze stick of a sort, which he was wielding like a weapon.

Not a stick- a knife! His stormy eyes were focused on keeping the monster in front of him at bay. Cookie was in a fight with her own monster, instead using her skateboard as a shield.

"Whatever Rena and Chel are doin', they need to get their butts over here!" Cookie was sweating, fighting a fire. Or rather, a fire spirit. Two gleaming eyes flickered in and out of view maliciously gleaming.

"We can hold them off." Nathdaniel grunted, stabbing the fish-like creature with the knife and kicking it in the stomach. It struck between the eyes, and the monster crumbled to dust in a wail.

Nathdaniel turned to face the fire spirit, but I could tell both he and Cookie were exhausted. How long had they been fighting? I had never seen either of them look so scared or miserable, Nathdaniel's blonde hair was messy and in his tired eyes. Cookie's hoodie was slightly scorched and her braids seemed to be burned off at the end. Done with the fight, Nath threw his knife at the creature. It too disappeared, exploding into embers.

"This 'ole half-god thing is working out for you, eh?" Cookie panted, but she gave Nathdaniel a tired grin.

I woke up with a start. That was to the most mysterious and clearest dream I ever had. What was going on? I could feel the heat, heard their voices, but I didn't understand what was going on.

Shaking my head, I started to get ready. After brushing my teeth and hair, I picked out some jeans and the shirt Rachel gave me. Maybe we could decipher the icon today. I grabbed my bag and set out for school

But one thing was on my mind.

Half-god?

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I reached School 15 minutes early. It was good to be prompt, but today I was also more prepared. I had studied and done all my homework, (which I may or may not have asked Claymore about) as well as reading all the guidelines to the school. I still despised it, but if Mother wished for me to be here, there must be a good reason.

Right?
As for prepared, well, I also had my spell book and sword with me.

Many mortals commented on the nice pocketknife I had on a chain on my pants loop. In truth, it was my sword in its dormant form or shrouded in Mist. My army shirt was a bulletproof vest and my notebook an arsenal of lethal spells.

Verena did say I had to be ready for anything.

I was in the middle of entertaining myself slashing through mortals. They didn't notice. My Imperial golden sword slid through them like air, but I stopped when I noticed a nervous-looking man staring at me.

He was young for a teacher. A wispy beard, curly read hair and large hat dominated most of his head. He seemed to walk with a limp, and his eyes didn't dart nervously- they were wary.

That caught my attention.

I watched him closely as he scuttled around, looking lost. Then I noticed Verena.

My guide walked up to the teacher and I think my heart stopped.

Not because of the teacher.

Not because of Verena's eyes.

Her shirt.

Camp Half-Blood, residence of my sworn enemy, the son of Poseidon.

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I greeted the new teacher with a smile and a bit of sympathy. Mr. Underwood –that was his name- walked with a limp and seemed about as nervous as a student on their first day. He was constantly tapping his cane, a nice- if strange- looking wooden pole. It seemed more like a staff, really, but I didn't say anything. He also had set of pipes around his neck. I wondered what they were fore. I loved music- maybe Mr. Underwood would play at his talk!

"Oh, hello!" he seemed a bit startled by my appearance, but we got to chatting, and he seemed like a nice man. Mr. Underwood wasn't a teacher, but a man going to give talks of the environment over the next few days. I hoped he didn't lose his lunch on stage- first time I was up alone, singing a solo, I nearly did.

We parted after a while, then I went to look for Alabaster. I found him, and I did a double take.

A long double take.

Slowly, I forced the words from my mouth.

"Alabaster… why are you wearing a bulletproof vest, and why do you have a sword?!"

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That did it. Not only was Verena wearing a camp shirt, she could see through the Mist. My Mist, not just the natural one my mother controlled. I had many layers coated over me to avoid monsters and prying mortals.

"We need to talk." I said, my voice harsh. I grabbed her arm and dragged her to a dark, cornered area. My eyes burned with fury, and sent any curious glance away shaking in fear.

Chloe had been my first sibling to die. Seth was next. Alexander… Jean… Xavier…

I hadn't realized my grip was tightening with each name. I had lost so many brothers and sisters, and seeing Verena opened up old wounds painfully.

I shoved Verena against a wall and released her, my hand wet with her blood. I had been clinging on her so tight, I punctured her skin. She held her bleeding arm close to her body, golden eyes open wide in fear.

If Lord Kronos really was contained in Verena somehow, now was the time to show it.

Otherwise, she was dead to me.

My sword was leveled at her stomach, but I was trembling with fury. Here was a camper of Camp Half-Blood, standing in front of me, at my mercy. My grip on the sword was every bit as harsh as the one I had on Verena's arm.

"How many?" I whispered, unable and unwilling to keep the rage out of my voice.

"H-how many w-what?" Verena's voice cracked, and her eyes kept going from me to my sword. I could see confusion, pain and terror in her face, and I savored it.

"How many of my siblings died at your hand? How many trembled and begged for their life? How many?!" My voice was rising in pitch. Verena opened her mouth as if the say something, but closed it and shook her head mutely. Sh was white- from fear or from blood loss, I didn't know. Did I really cut her that deep?

All the better.

I charged.

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A scream escaped my lips and I threw myself backwards, only to have my body slam into a wall I had forgotten was there. I could see my death in front of my eyes, and everything seemed to slow down. It'd slide through me and I'd either die instantly or bleed out.

Something seemed to for open my eyes, and I looked down. The sword…

…passed through me?!
I stared in shock at the golden blade that was like a ghost in my body. The blade was in me, and my shirt didn't fold into where it was. I didn't feel any pain, which might have meant I was dead, but there wasn't any blood either. I looked up to see if Alabaster was playing a joke.

He wasn't.

His face was as white as a sheet, and his green eyes were open so wide they seemed to be like dinner plates. I had only seen him show emotion twice, counting this time. Once when he first saw me, and now. What did it all mean? Did he notice my eyes, like Rachel did?

In truth, I wasn't worried about that at all. At the moment, I was more occupied with the freaking sword in my stomach.

Alabaster clamped shut his slack jaw and his grip on his sword tightened even more, if that was possible. He looked like he was going to pop a knuckle, and a vein while he was at it. I had never see so much… rage contained in one person.

"Why-" he pulled his sword out, "-won't-" he took a swing, "-you-" it passed cleanly through me again, "-DIE?!

"ARG!" he dropped his sword and glared at me. There were no words to describe the primal fury in his eyes. Alabaster looked mad- not mad angry (though he definitely looked like that), mad insane. Somehow, he thought I had killed his brothers or sisters. I had no idea what he was talking about! If I was terrified before, I was petrified now.

Alabaster was now muttering something under his breath, and the sudden quiet was ten times scarier than his howling. Suddenly, green fire blazed on his hands. "For magic you end, magic will end you." He growled lifting his hands. I shut my eyes, bracing myself. The end. Why did my story get cut short?

Clunk.

I opened my eyes to see an unconscious Alabaster on the ground. I looked up, shaking. Maybe I was saved, but as far as I knew, no one else could see the sword and the bulletproof vest. Maybe it was another enemy? Would they try and kill me too?

"M-Mr. Underwood?" I gasped, sinking to the ground. He was wielding his staff and looking down at Alabaster.

"He talks too much." Mr. Underwood grunted. Then he looked at me. "Seems like we got a lot to talk about, miss."

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Not only was Mr. Underwood suddenly revealed to be my hero; he also had a huge personality change. No longer was he nervous and lost-looking- he became businesslike and tapped his staff on the ground not nervously, but as if thinking.

"This is certainly an interesting turn of events." Mr. Underwood said, giving me a small smile. I was still sitting on the ground in a state of shock. I had no idea what was going on. Let this be a nightmare. Let this be like when I saw Nathdaniel and Cookie in my dreams. Mr. Underwood came over, kneeling down beside me.

"Verena," he said gently, "I know you're scared and confused. But you can trust me." He paused, then decided to say whatever he was going to say. I had looked up at his pause, and my brain somehow registered the reason he looked so young. He didn't seem to act much different than us. It was like his body aged but he stayed the same. "Call me Grover. I think we have a mutual friend. Rachel told me about you."

That snapped me out of my stupor. "R-Rachel?" I spluttered. What did Mr. Underwood –Grover- have to do with my best friend?

"Come on." He said, standing up and reaching out his hand. "She'll explain everything, I promise." I took it, mind too muddled to be suspicious.

"W-Wh-what about Alabaster?" I asked, looking down at my "shadow"'s prone figure. Grover sighed as he looked down, and I thought I could see a flash of sympathy in his eyes. "We'll have to find a way to deal with him." He tugged me along. "Let's go."

We found Rachel a few minutes later, chatting with Nathdaniel and Cookie. Grover had left me in a corner so no one would see my now-wrapped arm. It stung where Alabaster's nail had clung in. I didn't know how he had found the power to dig so deep- his nails weren't that long. What could I have possibly done to make him so angry?

Rachel came over and sucked in a breath as she saw my now-pink bandages. "Oh, Verena." She whispered, scanning over my pale face. "I'm sorry you got stuck in this." I hugged my injured arm to my chest.

"Rachel, just what is this?!" I whispered back furiously. I had been kept in the dark, and now my best friend was telling me she knew what was going on?! How much weirder could this be?

"Verena… have you ever seen… something strange? Something you couldn't explain?"

"Not really." As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it was a lie. Memories flashed through my mind- a trip to Canada as a child left me with stories of blue giants, a poodle was a hummer-sized dog. A breeze in the wind was a taxi driving at supersonic speeds, and an unexplained flood had eyes. "Y-Yes." I stammered. Rachel and Grover exchanged a glance.

"She's not a demigod. It's not her I smell." Grover said. Rachel frowned.

"But she's part of the prophecy. She has to be a demi-deity of some sort."

What? A demigod?

"This 'ole half-god thing is working out for you, eh?"

I clutched at my head as the dream came back. "Nathdaniel!" I blurted out. Rachel and Grover's attention snapped to me. "Nathdaniel… he's a… a…" I don't know where this was coming from. A half-god? Impossible. No, not with God. But when did glowing green fire and blue giants become a part of this? Rachel was muttering something to Grover. I tuned in, if just for something to distract me from my hurting brain.

"…like Annabeth. Grey eyes, blonde hair… could be."

"Eighteen years?!" Grover shook his head. "He's lucky." Rachel nodded.

"His luck might run out. We need to get him to camp."

"Camp Half-Blood." The words escaped my lips, and it rang true. I could see things others couldn't- I saw Camp Half-Blood when Cookie didn't. Somehow, that camp was connected to all of this. "Where you've been the past two years." I added, sounding almost bitter. Rachel and Grover glanced at me again. Rachel looked hurt, but Grover looked sympathetically.

"We need to get her, too." Grover said. "She's a part of this, somehow."

"Ooooh, who's been makin' secret plans without me?"

We all turned to look at a grinning Cookie and red-faced and caught red-handed Nathdaniel.