I absolutely love inspiring speeches. Don't you? Haha, hope you enjoy this next chapter. ;)


Sais, Piper (Ugh, it's giving me a headache just thinking about it), groaned as sunlight streamed over her through the cracks of her thick curtains. Rubbing her eyes, leisurely, she rose up and onto her butt, stretching and wincing, slightly, as she expelled the pandiculation out of her battered limbs. She was positive that Zethes was experiencing agony far worse than her own, because albeit he was more proficient with a blade than she originally anticipated, she still whooped his scrawny ass. Smirking, Sais/Piper clambered out of her queen-sized bed, her thick, dismal comforter a tousled mess. Her bare feet padded, quietly, against the ground as she strode over to her only window, reaching out and yanking the curtain to the side. Immediately, soft rays of sunlight washed over her, engulfing her entire room in a golden radiance.

Sighing, she slipped out of her lavender tank top and mouse gray short shorts, revealing a seemingly to perfect curvaceous body underneath. She scowled at it, at her glossy, straight raven black hair, at her flawless cream skin, at the unnatural hour-glass figure she possessed. It is exactly that. Unnatural. Nobody was this beautiful. Not even Aphrodite.

"And this isn't mine," her last thought escaped her mouth before she could bite it back, a frown already forming on her again perfectly plump lips. Like wtf.

She hated this body. And now you'll probably think. Well, Piper, Sais, whatever don't you think that's stupid to complain about something like that. I mean people would kill to have a body like that... Like fuck you. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate it, it's just it wasn't her and it never will be hers. Gods, she's such a downer.

Shaking her head, she slithered into a pair of black leggings and chestnut brown ugg boots. She, then, rummaged through her dresser before finally settling on a baggy teal hoodie. Eh, she was feeling lazy today. She strode into the bathroom, glancing at the mirror for a moment, before grasping onto her hair brush and yanking it through the thick mane of raven black hair. She growled at it whenever a tangle would refuse to budge no matter how much pressure she exerted.

"That is it hair! You asked for it now!"

With a guttural war cry, the tangle loosened and cascaded down her back in a long, straight waterfall of raven hair. Victorious, she grinned, before separating the black mess into three equal parts. Humming softly to herself, she braided it until it was a gorgeous side braid that fell over her shoulder. She blew playfully at the bangs that tickled her pale face. Should I braid them as well, she pondered for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and scouring her drawers for more hair ties. Then she set to work on those pesky bangs and within a few minutes, there were mini braids framing her beautiful face. She smiled at the mirror, but her smile wavered when she locked eyes with the woman in the mirror. The woman resembled her, as to be expected, but she just didn't seem right. The pale skin. The black hair. The perfectly sculpted face. The only thing that seemed right was her irises. They flickered with an array of prismatic hues, reminding her of a kaleidoscope. She cocked her head to the side and the woman mimicked her. She stared at the mirror for a few moments before her body heaved with a heavy sigh.

"Come on, girl. You're wasting time. Cal's probably already stomping through this house in search for you," She murmured to myself, lips curving into a soft smile at the mention of Cal. For such a giant, burly man, he sure was a softie. Especially for hockey, pizza, and her.

With that, she strolled out of her room and down in the dismal and stark corridor, hands tucked in the pockets of her hoodie. She rounded one of the last corners that would finally lead into the boys' man cave, but instead of being welcomed by the endearing sight of Cal and even Zethes, I was greeted by a pacing Khione, whose scowl seemed to darken the room. Sais (Considering that she was in a different place with a different body, might as well adapt the different name, too...) frowned, foot hovering above the ground, as she decided whether or not she still had time to run or confront the frustrated snow freak. Said snow freak, though must have sensed her presence, because her head whipped around, eyes narrowed, when they landed on Sais.

"What are you doing here?" Khione snapped, irritably, her scowl prominent on her pretty face.

"Obviously looking for Cal, but as I can see, he's not here. So I'm going to leave," Sais muttered, about to bid her farewell, when Khione just sighed, heavily, smiling, sadly.

"No, no. It's alright. I need your help, anyways, if. if you would."

"Help with what, exactly?" Wary, Sais crept forward, brow knit in confusion, but with an exasperated huff, she waved me forward, impatiently.

"Calais and Zethes have spotted enemies nearby and, well are supposed to be taking care of it, but apparently, my father decided to have a tea party with them before he kills them," she growled, lowly, voice possessing an almost sardonic tone, as she continued to pace around the room.

"Uh, is that a bad thing?" Sais quirked a brow, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yes," Khione hissed, halting in her tracks, to glower to her. "I do not want to be known as one of the kindest wind gods. I want to be the deadliest, most dangerous, who shoot down demi-gods if they so much as breath in our direction."

"Oh-kay," Sais drawled, lightly, raising her hands in mock surrender, as she, slowly, crept away from the very deranged popsicle princess. Said person huffed, aggravated with her 'daughter's' actions, but suddenly, her face brightened, a mischievous smirk dancing on her lips, as she gazed at Sais. "Oh, gods, I don't like that look you're giving me."

Khione just chuckled, darkly, before strutting forward, clasping onto Sais's arm, and hauling her through the corridor.

Why the hell did I agree to this? Oh, wait, I didn't have a choice. Great, just great, Sais thought, miserably, as she flicked her eyes down to the dress her 'mother' forced her to dress, she must admit, was quite stunning with a soft fabric that's hue resembled an icy blue. It embraced her curves and hips, snugly, accentuating her feminine assets, albeit that annoyed her a bit, and just barely tickled the bottoms of her knees. Though the design was simple with a nice sweetheart neckline, it was sequined, appearing to be created out individual snowflakes and glittered like ice. A very thin veil billowed out behind her, clinging to the fabric of the dress. Again, beautiful. But it was what she had replied that set her off. 'For the guests,' Khione had told her, her face an impassive mask, as she nearly yanked Sais's arms out of their sockets. For the guests, my ass. She blew air at her bangs, allowing her frustration with this whole plan for a second, before plastering a smile on her face.

"Ah, my dear, Sais, what are you doing here?" Boreas called out, pleasantly, a soft yet bewildered smile on his chiseled face.

Zethes quirked a brow at the dress Sais was currently sporting, eyes sparkling, mischievously. Cal's eyes were widened in shock, mouth agape to emphasize the point. One of the strangers, definitely female, glared at her when she realized that her male partner was seizing Sais up, but I guess in an dress like the one Sais was adorned in would catch the attention of the opposite sex. She still shivered when his eyes trailed down the length of her body... Okay, dude, my eyes are up here. Sais strolled up to Boreas, bowing, deeply.

"I apologize for interrupting, but Khione sent me," Sais responded, coolly, internally fidgeting under his calculating stare, but somehow, she managed to maintain her impassive expression.

"Je vois. Donc, ma fille vous a utilisé dans son plan. Pauvre, pauvre fille," he sighed, the French words slipping, smoothly, off his tongue. Even though, it was French, Sais understood each word, perfectly. Much to her relief... I see. So my daughter has used you in her plan. You poor, poor girl.

"Êtes-vous sûr qu'elle est votre fille? Plus comme un démon, si vous me demandez," Sais grumbled under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest. Are you sure she's your daughter? More like a demon, if you ask me.

Boreas roared with laughter, the atmosphere of the icy fortress seeming more effervescent than before, now that the frozen god was hunching in his throne, jovially slapping his knee. Zethes and Cal had soon joined in, though the two strangers shifted their weight, restlessly, their awkward laughter easily heard above the others. The god flicked his eyes back toward the demi-gods, a smile bright on his face.

"So what has brought you, two, to so far up north?" Boreas inquired, lightly, leaning forward in his throne. The female prodded the male in the chest, gesturing with her chin for him to speak, while he just sighed, bobbing his head.

"My Lord, we were told by a goddess to travel north, that the stars would show us the way, and uh, somehow we just ended up here," the boy replied, earnestly, though his blue eyes sparkled with unrestrained mischief. He had unruly brown curls with a slight tan and she could tell he was lean underneath his black snowboarding jacket.

Interested in their predicament, Boreas kicked his legs up, propping his hand in his hand, as he studied the two, intently.

"What are your names?" The two once again fidgeted under his intense gaze, glancing at each other for a moment, before the girl, who Sais noticed had brilliant green eyes and soft brown hair, finally, stepped forward, gesturing to herself.

"My name is Katie Gardner and this is Travis Stoll."

Sais's head spun, pain lacing through her thoughts, as a memory tried to leak its way through at the mention of their names. They were so familiar, but every time she tried to grasp at the faint recollection, it slipped through her fingertips, leaving her in a dazed state of mind. Kind of like a word on the tip of the tongue, except more painful. Sais stared at the two, brow furrowed, as she tried to connect the pieces of a very complicated puzzle. Katie peered at her, curiously, quirking a brow, at the intensity of Sais's piercing gaze.

"Do we know each other or something?"

"I-I don't know. Wh-Where did you say you were from again?" Sais managed to spit out, albeit she stumbled over her own words, occasionally, as her head was thick with unanswered questions.

Katie glanced at Travis, who just shrugged his shoulders in response. She growled at him, exasperated and frustrated. How the hell did I end up with this idiot anyways? Katie thought, bitterly, expression sour. I mean he and his troublesome brother totally ruined my cabin with that stupid prank of theirs. Ugh, why did I do this? Oh, yeah, it's because for some screwed up reasons, I love this mischievous pain in the ass. She groaned to herself, massaging her forehead before peeking up at Sais from between the gaps of her fingers. The very beautiful girl just continued to stare at her, which was beginning to creep the fuck out of Katie.

"We're from Camp Half-Blood," Travis, finally, told Sais, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, feigning disinterest with the whole situation.

Camp Half-Blood. An array of memories materialized in her mind, seeming to drown her in its vivid imagery and the warmth it brought to her. This was her home, she realized with a start, as nostalgia washed over, entangled in the reminiscences. It's so beautiful. Cabins flashed through her mind, an infinite expanse of water stretching out into the distance, strawberry fields, the sweet aroma tickling her nose, and beautiful sunsets. Sais's knees wobbled as if gravity decided that it would be hilarious to watch her fall in her ass after her almost revelation. That was her home. Camp Half-Blood... and a guy named Jason.

"Wow, Sais, are you alright?" Zethes, immediately, dashed to her side, snaking an arm around her waist, as he hoisted her up.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she mumbled, softly, kaleidoscope eyes blinking, rapidly. Stepping forward, as if to help, Katie, suddenly, paused and narrowed her eyes, only now just acknowledging the abnormal hue of this strange girl's eyes.

"I feel like I know you," she trailed off, peering more closely at this supposed Sais. "'Cause I feel like I've meet you be-"

"Father!" Khione's voice ricocheted off the stark walls of Boreas's throne room, her heels clicking against the frozen floor. She seemed flawless as she strutted, carelessly, into the room, attracting the attention of everyone. "I just received information that these two are spies for the South god of Wind, Notus. They must be eliminated or maybe, we could turn them into one of my new sculptures. I know I've been wanting another one."

Boreas's eyebrows, comically, rose before staring, skeptically, at the two demi-gods, who both blanched, hastily shaking their heads as they tried to, futilly, denial the probably false accusation that Khione concocted.

"Is this true?" He inquired, continuing to study the demi-gods with piercing ice blue eyes, while they shifted, uncomfortably, intimidated by the god that sat in front of them.

"Of course no-" Katie was, curtly, interrupted by Khione, who, gracefully, glided forward, glaring at the green-eyed girl.

"Of course it is," she scoffed, before gesturing to them, a sneer contorting her face quite unattractively. "Look at them." Before she could cause any more trouble, though, Sais spoke out, her voice loud and clear in the frosty air.

"She's lying. They're not spies from Notus, Lord Boreas. They truly are speaking the truth about being from Camp Half-Blood." Boreas seemed to consider this for a moment while Khione gawked at her 'daughter', mouth agape and eyes wide.

"And how do you know this?"

"Because, because," Sais bit her lip, closing her eyes as her body held an internal conflict on whether or not she should reveal the truth, though she had a sneaking suspicion they already knew... "I know them."

Khione's eyes narrowed into vicious slits, Boreas and his two sons stared at her, intently, while Katie just nodded her head, knowingly. It seemed Travis was the only one who was unaware as he gawked at her.

"I think I would remember meeting someone as hot as her," he grumbled, earning a smack in the back of the head from Katie, while Khione muttered something incoherently under her breath.

"Alright then," Boreas grinned down at the demi-gods, rising, gracefully, out of his throne, as he strode up to them. "I will assist you on your quest and you will be granted safe passage from my palace, though my two sons will be escorting you. But do not think, that this is out of the kindness of my heart. No, it is simply, because friends of my precious Sais over there will not be harmed by her family."

Sais didn't remember much after that. She had the distinct impression that she was thanked and hugged from Katie and Travis. Once they disappeared around the corner, escorted of course, by Zethes and Cal, Khione had clasped onto Sais's arms, hauling her out of the room, seething the entire time. It wasn't until they arrived in front of the entrance to her room, that Sais was snapped out of reverie, eyes meeting an enraged Khione's.

"You little bitch," she hissed, eyes dark beneath her full eyelashes, but then her intimidating demeanor dissipated as she began to rant, hands flailing in the air. "I told you to listen to me, to do exactly what I say and then what do you do, huh?! You do the exact opposite. I mean are you stupid? No, don't answer that. I already know the answer."

Sais's lips remained shut as she watched Khione, but unexpectedly, her eyes softened as she reached out and stroked Sais's pale cheek. Sais's eyes widened in bewilderment at the affection Khione had just openly showed.

"It's okay, though, my beautiful Sais. I know just how hard teenagers can be, rebellious little shits, they are, but it's alright. Just go to your room. I'll see you in the morning." And with that, Khione pivoted on her heel and strode away, leaving Sais in a stunned silence.

She reached up and, gently, brushed her fingers against the skin Khione had just touched. She did not understand the change in her demeanor, but her mind was already reeling with today's events that she couldn't ponder it for long. She slipped into her room, strolled over to her bed, and immediately collapsed onto the soft comforter. With her hand still on her cheek, her eyes fluttered shut, a wave of fatigue washing over, and she faded into the realm of dreams. And fortunately ( or unfortunately, depending on how you want to look at...) for her, she did not remember a single one of them.


Woah, this took me foreva' to complete to be honest, the writing wasn't as, uh, eloquent as usual, and really short but I'm just glad that I could just finish it. Haha.

To Jana Grace: Why, thank you. And I'm sure you are fantastic at writing dramatic scenes. I bet you're just being modest. ;)

To xXForeverFangirlingXx and amyheroesofolympus: Thank you so much for your comments. I'm not joking around when I say comments like those is what keeps me writing more.

To Broadway Evanescence: I know I should have said this sooner, but thank you. When I first wrote this, I'm like OMG, this is totally going to suck and nobody's going to read this and then I saw your comment. It was an instant pick-me-up. I just hope that you know that you made my day(s) everytime I saw that.

Sais: So what's up with Khione?

Me *Shrugs shoulders.* Don't know.

Sais: *Scoffs* Of course, you know, you're the one who wrote it...

Me:...

Sais: *Huffs, but then smiles *Am I going to meet that blonde haired guy from my dreams soon? Because literally he is the hottest person alive and ….*Continues to gush about him while I face-palm.*

Me: YES! Soon, you will be with your precious, just please stop talking about him.

Sais: *Smirks* So he's mine, eh? Knew it. And thank you. I know that would work.

Me: Knew what would work?

Sais: Nothing... *Turns and leaves*

Me: Knew what would work?! *Shouts after her*