Why hello! Due to y'alls reviews, I've magically updated! I know, I know, I need to update faster and all that junk, but honestly people, writers need to be able to write in a peaceful, non-harassing environment. Is that even a word? Non-harassing… meh. Anyways, thanks so much J Ok, so on to the next chapter….

Xylene Rase POV (Note that it doesn't say Jaffa anymore :O)

What the heck is going on? My mind thought. I impatiently ignored my inner conscience demanding to find answers. Normally, I would follow it. After all, instinct is what saves you.

The only problem was that I couldn't find answers. Being trapped in a glowing sphere of black energy does that to people.

But I want answers…. My mind pleaded. I scowled. Lately, it had been getting harder and harder to ignore my mind's personal needs. I was probably going insane. It wasn't my fault though… I mean honestly, how well do you expect people to hold up when they wake up alone, cold, miserable, and hungry in a cage of black power?

It does things to your mind. Trust me; I know all about it.

Not everyone is an expert on mental psychology, but seeing as I've been through a lot in my life, I consider myself to be one of the universe's most knowledgeable insane doctors. 'Cause, you know, being possessed by your mom is so healthy for your brain. And then there's the fact that I somehow have lost a huge chunk of memory since I can taste the after effects of distilled Altotitan.

As a poison, Altotitan kills. Only a number of things can heal it. Most people think that only phoenix tears can heal that. Yippee me, I'm a phoenix. I know you're probably extremely curious about how I became a phoenix seeing as my parents are…. Well, actually, I'd prefer if they remained anonymous.

Anyways, becoming a phoenix is another story I'll probably save for later. So, back to the Altotitan.

Altotitan can kill anything, and anyone. Like, you know, when Achilles died. Everyone is all like, "Oh! Achilles died of an arrow to his weak spot! His ankle!"

Well my dear people, that is a lie. Achilles did bathe in the river of Styx, but his weak spot wasn't his ankle. I mean honestly, it would be so easy to hit it. How dare you even think to call one of the world's greatest heroes stupid.

Anyways, his weak spot was actually under his arm. A hard place to hit. (It's the spot where Luke's Achilles heel is; Kronos knew the real Achilles heel, and using that would help increase Luke's powers tenfold)

The only thing was that the arrow was dipped in Altotitan poison. So, even though his skin was invulnerable, Altotitan could pierce through his protective, iron hard skin. Killed him on the spot. Ah, the sad days. Altotitan was also used on Paris to.

When Philoctetes shot Paris with his poisoned arrows (from a water dragon that had Altotitan as a poison) Paris died. Only, his first lover, Oenone, a nymph, loved him so much that his dying process slowed. You see, the problem was that she also hated him for leaving her for Helen. Therefore, he eventually died.

You see, another cure for Altotitan is total, unrestrained love. So since Oenone loved Paris so much, he didn't die immediately. Still, love ends when you cheat on the one who loved you.

The last cure for Altotitan would be to stab yourself with a knife made of pure Sanka Silver directly in the heart.

Of course, the last cure is a theory at best. Besides, Sanka Silver is so rare, it would take at least a couple thousand years to manage to even find enough silver to make a coin the size of a dime.

Therefore, there are only 2 cures to Altotitan.

On the other hand, distilled Altotitan doesn't kill, but it does take away certain memories. You merely have to find someone who was reborn and bathed in the River Lethe, gut them like a fish, collect all of their blood in a gold cup (not a drop of blood can be spilt) so that the blood isn't contaminated, and then mix that with Altotitan.

It's bloody and gruesome. Don't ask how I know all this information. With a father like mine, well… let's just say that the more I know about death and killing, the better.

As it is, I have no idea where my parents are which should be a good thing, but honestly… if someone managed to take me without my parents or my knowing, it wouldn't be a good thing for any of us.

And also, as it is, I currently am having a staring contest with a creepy wannabe grim reaper. Let's just call him CWGR for short.

(A.N Anyone note that she gave him the same nickname when she wasn't brainwashed?)

So, CWGR and I are staring at each other, when someone appears out of thin air. Like literally. I've been able to fly around with my wings and all that… but honestly, appearing out of thin air? How was that possible?

(You guys are probably confused since Jaffa can boom travel and all that stuff, but she now currently thinks that this is the time where she is with her mom and dad, not Chaos, so she is less experienced)

It was a tall figure in a silver cloak. A small emblem of a flame was embroidered on the shoulder. I frowned. That flame was the insignia of my father. Well. I guess my parents do know where I am. The CWGR quickly bowed to silver cloak.

"Well done, T." Silver cloak said imperiously. I tried hard not to snort. The guy sounded like a duke who thought he was king, and was actually commanding the true king to do his bidding. In short, he sounded like a slightly nervous, arrogant douchebag with way too much bravado.

CWGR or… T as silver cloak called him, kept on bowing, but I got the feeling that he was seething beneath his unreadable mask. Then, silver cloak turned to me. I could see under his hood.

That was weird. Normally, I couldn't see under the magic covering over my father and mother's capes and cloaks. But now… what the heck… what had happened to me?

I scowled at silver cloak. He had thick, wavy hair that was a coppery red or bronze color. A roman style face, all angles and points, with brilliant blue eyes stared back at me. In short… well… he was a looker, but hey, I'm not into guys. I will never date again. Not after Adam.

Besides, my parents would kill me. Literally… no, really. Like, they would seriously kill me.

But, anyways, I digress. Back to the story.

So I was scowling at silver cloak, and suddenly, a girl pops out of nowhere… again. Honestly people… please stop doing that; it's doing things to my mind. Not that I would expect them to be reading this that is.

Silver cloak turned so suddenly, I found myself admiring his quick reflexes, but then caught myself. Rule number 319 in my boy handbook: never admire anything about men. It brings only despair and destruction. It should probably have been number one since it was because of this that I fell in love the first time…

Flashback

"Hi-ya!" I sent a spinning sidekick into the side of the dummy. Wood cracked, and stuffing flew out of it. I looked at it in distaste. It's head was swinging lopsidedly on its post due to my double uppercut and right hook. Its arms were strewn on the floor, cracked and freakishly bent.

The body was littered with caved in holes due to multiple roundhouse kicks, sidekicks, and punches. The sidekick I had just delivered caused it to bend at the hip, like it was a model or something.

"Nice kick." A voice behind me said. I turned quickly. It was a boy about my age. He had sleek black hair and jade eyes. His eyes were mesmerizing, cool blue and teal, but them a cold jade and emerald. I flushed.

"Hi." I murmured. Then, I shook my head. What the heck was wrong with me? It wasn't like I hadn't seen him before.

"Adam." He said, grinning at me. I averted my eyes from his eyes.

"Xylene." I said.

"Xylene… what a beautiful name." He said. I looked up to make sure he wasn't joking.

"Thanks." I shyly said. He smiled at me.

"You're Welcome." He replied, still smiling. I smiled back at him. I couldn't help it, his smile was contagious.

"By the way, you need to bring your knee higher, it helps your kick extend all the way out, and push all your power through your hip." Adam advised. I stared wide eyed at him. Then, I grinned.

"Thanks, Adam. Didn't know you were a fighter…" I trailed off, grinning wickedly. He mock scowled at me.

"Thy lowly maid dares to insult the big bad warrior? How dare she!" He exclaimed. I giggled.

"Thy lowly maid does dare to insult the big bad warrior who doesn't seem so big and bad as he was made out to be." I teased. He laughed.

"I didn't know you were so playful." He teased. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, you know, I just act like a shy person… like you. You act like a big bad warrior when you aren't otherwise…" I grinned, and then ran off into the arena. Behind me, I could hear Adam shout,

"Oy! Get back here insolent maid!" I laughed.

When he finally caught up with me, we sparred for what seemed like hours. He was a great warrior. And I found myself duped again and again with his fighting skill. Still, I almost managed to disarm him, before he flipped me onto my back, and pretended to pose for the cheering crowd.

I laughed, and then knocked him over. We sparred for more hours.

And that was how it all began. Two weeks later, we were best friends, and 4 or 5 months afterwards, we were boyfriend and girlfriend. 3 years afterwards? I left Camp Half-Blood.

End Flashback

Just as I was getting out of my reverie, I remembered the weird girl who appeared out of nothingness. When I looked back at silver cloak, I realized he knew her. Silver cloak had relaxed when he saw who the girl was, but I still saw some tension in his shoulders.

"Sky? What are you doing here?!"

(Gasp! Oh no! Sky is evil!)

Will POV.

It had been three hours since I found out who my father was. Three hours since I came to the conclusion that my family… my real family was the knights and assassins. Grace, one of my best friends, had helped shoo everyone away, and she, Alyss, and the other William, who were my very close friends came around me.

(A.N the prophet Will is known as Will, even though his real name is William. This Will is described as the one with wavy hair and innocent looking. The Will known mainly as William is the one with Bieber bangs. Got it?)

"Dude. You okay?" William asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Couldn't have been better." I said sarcastically. Grace snorted.

"Trust us, Will, you really couldn't have been better. I've read your aura, and it tells me you're actually more at peace with yourself." She said. I scowled at her.

"You just had to ruin my fun." I said. Alyss raised her eyebrows.

"We all did." She said with a hint of mischievousness in her voice.

Alyss had grown close to Grace since the two of them had "similar pasts," apparently. Alyss had also grown close to William and playfully called him Will 2. I called him that to since his reactions were priceless.

I theatrically sighed.

"What have I done to deserve such friends? One of them is an aura reading, snarky daughter of Aeolus, and the other is a prankster who can kick butt at close combat." I said. Will 2 pretended to look offended.

"What… I haven't done anything wrong to you either? What kind of friend are you?" He mock exclaimed. Grace elbowed him in the stomach.

"Of course you haven't, you're the little goody-goody." She snapped. I stifled my laughter. Grace and William were friends, but they argued so much. The arguments weren't nasty, they were actually super funny, but their reactions to each other were hilarious, and their insults were actually pretty creative.

Grace's face suddenly became serious, though, and I knew that we were going to get down to business.

"Ok, so we all know that your dad is… Hercules-" Grace looked me in the eye, trying to detect anything bad. I tried not to cringe.

"Do go on." I said caustically. She rolled her eyes.

"Ok, fine, so your dad is Hercules. How does it feel, to have such a powerful father?" She asked in a mock announcer voice. William laughed.

"Yes, oh young Will, how does it feel to have such an awe inspiring person in your life?" He asked. He and Grace started to argue about whether or not Hercules was labeled as an awe inspiring person in the news. Grace usually won these contests; after all, her dad did do the god's daily news. Not that she had talked to him since she had been disowned and betrayed, that is.

Alyss rolled her eyes.

"Do be quiet, this isn't time for jokes." She said. Grace scowled and stuck out her tongue, but quieted down.

Alyss turned to me.

"Ok Will, we all know you hate your father. Heck, we all do, but you realize that this is important. Don't you think it's fishy that one of the world's greatest heroes had a son, and beat him? Do you realize that when Hercules died, and was sent up to the gods to become a minor god, that everyone should have known you were his son?"

I frowned. When Alyss put it that way, it was odd. Grace and Will frowned to.

"Dude. I don't know what happened to our reasoning skills, but that is pretty serious s***." Grace commented. William whacked her on the head.

"Oy! No potty mouthing!" He exclaimed. Grace stuck her tongue out at him, and rubbed her head.

"I'm older than you. Now be quiet and let me curse." She said imperiously. Alyss and I locked eyes.

"Not again." We both said, groaning.

Grace POV

Will 2 and I argued. He was like a brother to me. I smacked him on his head, watching his blue eyes widen considerably. He looked hilarious. Then, I noticed Will watching me.

I was suddenly self-conscious. Gods, did I look like c*** today? Was my hair messed up? Darn, I hate these days.

In case you haven't noticed, I have a crush on Will. Like a majorly huge one. I have since I had seen him the day he arrived.

Flashback

Jaffa strolled up the sides of the training grounds, lounging on the wall with- what seemed to be- not a care in the world. We all knew that this was an act, but a good one. She sold it really well. So well that the first time I had seen her do that, I had actually thought that she was an amateur.

Of course, I paid for that.

As it was, I was sparring with Kaze, and SRoA, who had arrived before me, was also sparring with me. It was SRoA and me against Kaze who was completely blind and weaponless. Of course, the blindness was temporary; it held for about an hour before it wore off.

Kaze had SRoA pinned down with one hand, and was sparring with me with the other. How the guy did that made no sense to me. Suddenly, Kaze had paused, and SRoA threw him off. She and I attacked, but stopped when we realized that he was looking in the direction of Jaffa.

She was tensed up and leaning her head towards the entrance, like something was going on that troubled her. She glanced at us, then at the door. Then back at us. It was like she was fighting to stay where she was. Contrary to popular belief, Jaffa isn't as take charge and scary as she seems.

Anyways, she was looking between us and the door, when the doors burst open. Jaffa hit a fighting stance, which slid off as quickly as it had come on when she saw who it was. Me, well, I was still getting in to fighting stance. I clumsily shook it off when my eyes saw Chaos at the door.

A young boy was standing next to him, beaten to a bloody pulp. Me, being me, scoped him out first.

He was tall, really tall. His matted hair hung almost to his shoulders, and dust and monster grime coated him everywhere. A thin strand of blood ran down his temple, and one side of his face was a mess; it was streaked with blood.

He stood, hunched over like he expected someone to go at him with a cane, and his hands shook. His bronze sword was clasped in his hands like that of a pro, though, and I knew that in better shape, this guy was going to be a difficult opponent.

He was wearing a pair of torn jeans, bloodied and dusty with long rips that looked like scratch marks. His white shirt was completely soaked through with blood and sweat and underneath, I saw that he had a six pack. A pretty darn good one at that, too.

His face was in a grimace, but his eyes captured me. deep, blue eyes, so innocent and wide that I couldn't believe that this guy could even find the heart to kill anything, even a monster. The moment I saw his eyes, it was when he saw mine.

It was like a whole cliché locking eyes moment. Then, he fainted. Collapsed like a sack of potatoes. How anticlimactic is that? Before he had even finished hitting the ground, Jaffa was there, holding him, and picking him up like he didn't even weigh as much as a sack of potatoes. She frowned when she picked him up.

"He's light." She said, her voice rippling over everything. It was so powerful, so full of energy, so charged, that every time I heard it, I felt chills going down my spine. Chaos nodded. He looked grim

"Akheilos." He said. I frowned. My mind went on autopilot to find out who Akheilos was. My father had an entire day on this. Being who he is, a day was pretty big. Heck, 10 minutes was big to.

"Akheilos, son of Lamia and Zeus. He was very handsome, but was cursed to turn into a half human, half shark daemon due to the fact that he attacked some half bloods. Aphrodite was jealous and didn't favor Akheilos because he boasted that he was fairer than her. He died by Athena's hands." I recited. (The links for this information are on my profile. Akheilos is a real figure in mythology, but some of this information may or may not be true. Just a warning)

Chaos nodded.

"Yes, and from what this young man told me when I found him, his father had sent Akheilos on him. A very hard feat to do seeing as Akheilos is a loner."

Suddenly, the boy woke up, he clutched Jaffa's shoulder.

"He's coming. My fault… all mine. I deserve…" then he fainted again. Jaffa sighed.

"They always go mad when this happens." She said, before turning to me.

"Grace, go take him to the infirmary. Stay there and ensure he is ok. Try to help get the whole story, but don't push him." With that, she loaded the guy into my arms. I expected him to weigh at least 100 pounds, maybe even more, but he felt like only 70 or 80. Definitely not healthy.

"Bloody h***, this guy is light." I said in amazement. Jaffa scowled at me.

"Language." She said warningly. I swallowed.

"Right." I said, remembering the taste of the slippery soap in my mouth.

Then, hefting up the poor guy like a sack of potatoes…. Again, I carried him to the infirmary. There, I quickly and efficiently stripped his shirt off…

Don't look at me like that! It wasn't like I was ogling at him… well, maybe a little, but get your mind out of the gutter!

Anyways, after his shirt was off, I quickly disposed of it, and washed him down with a cool cloth. Hi muscles rippled under my touch, and I fought to stay in "clinical Grace" mode. He had two long gashes down his right side, and with a touch of my hand, the skin and muscle reknitted itself.

It was only temporary, of course, but with my added force, the air had been removed, sealing together his skin so that it would heal faster. It would also keep the wound clean.

Then, I carefully bandaged his side, but when I got to the back, I stopped. Dark bruises covered his back. The bruises were mostly rounded, and about twice the size of both my fists combined, which, is pretty big. The bruises were a dark purple with a yellow-green rim and red, wine colored center. I winced.

Those looked painful. Still, even with the bruises marring and covering his skin, I didn't miss the scars; long, thin scars that ran down his back, crisscrossing here and there. They were very thin, and were silvery, so they didn't stand out too much, and make his back look too bad, but I recognized the scars.

Whip wounds. Quickly, I probed his skin, and using my air power, I gently closed the bleeding blood vessels that caused his bruises. Then, I made a small cut in the skin, and suctioned out all the bruised bleeding under the skin so that the bruises disappeared.

Then, I closed the small cut. The whip wounds were more clearly seen, and I winced at the amount. Gently, I ran my hands over some of the more recent scars, and found some that weren't as deep as others. These, I cut open, again, and healed with my air power, making sure it wouldn't scar.

When I was done, his back looked better. About 20 to 30 of the scars had disappeared, and were currently on the mend. Then, I looked at his pants.

After cleaning his legs… uh, this was awkward… and making sure not to look, um, there, I quickly pulled on another pair of pants on him, as he had no leg wounds other than the claw marks. These, I sealed, and since they were already on the mend, I just let them be.

In his pockets, I found his weapons. There was a pair of handcuffs that were in great condition; shiny, and gleaming imperial gold. There was also a small metal box with a red button on it. I set them to the side. Whatever they were, they were obviously important.

Then, I wiped his face clean, and ran a comb through his hair before washing it. After several minutes of yanking… softly, that is…. And pulling his hair, I managed to comb it, and dry it easily with my air power. Then, I placed him on the infirmary bed. Checking his back wounds and leg wounds, I found that my air power, and special salve used to heal quickly, had healed them all.

The boy's face looked even contented now that most of the pain was gone, but I knew that he would be a bit achy for a few days. Now wouldn't be a time to push him.

Suddenly, the boy opened his eyes and gasped. I rushed to his side. He blinked woozily and then looked at me.

"Who are you?" He demanded, trying to sit up, before frowning and realizing he didn't have a shirt on and he still had bandages on. I tilted my head at him.

"I'm Grace. I'm also like you, I'm a demigod. My father is Aeolus, and I'm an assassin. Chaos… yes, lord Chaos, took me into custody, and he has done so to you. I've healed you the best I can, and got rid of most of your scars. By the way, you're weapons are over there, so uh… yeah. Just rest for now, though. What you need is a lot of sleep." I gently laid him down.

He looked a bit shell shocked, the poor guy. Before he could fall asleep though, he murmured,

"My name is Will."

And that was when I knew he would be trouble for me.

End Flashback

"Grace? Grace… Grace?!" Will yelled in my face. I blinked rapidly.

"Oops… sorry." I said sheepishly, when I realized that Will had been yelling at me for the past minute. Alyss raised her eyes brows at me. I grimaced and shrugged. Will 2 scowled at me.

"Really, you couldn't just listen to me rant. NO! You have to go off into daydreaming land, and leave me where without an audience!" He cried. I scowled at him, happy to have something to distract me from Will, who was looking at me confusedly.

"Well, sorry, oh great and majestic king!" I said sarcastically.

Will groaned.

"And off the go again." He said in mock annoyance, before walking off.

"See you guys later when you aren't arguing." He called. Will and I exchanged glances, before calling back, "Never!"

Will groaned.

Alyss crossed her arms, and gave me a look. I mouthed 'later' at her, and motioned towards the pool of tears when Will 2 wasn't looking. She rolled her eyes, but walked away, leaving me to argue with William. One of my favorite pastimes. Still, I sighed and looked in the direction that Will was walking in.

If only you knew Will, if only you knew.

Ok y'all! This is 8 pages, so I guess this kinda makes up for the last times, since I usually write 6 to 7 pages, but then again, this was only just a filler kind of chapter.

I know you want action… but this is IMPORTANT…. Anyways, what do you guys think of WillxGrace? Tell me what you think, and other possible pairings. I'll pair the two that most fans like… unless the plot tells me something else…. But anyways