A/N: Have you heard of Chapter Seven? 'Cause all you have to do is read on!

Disclaimer: This is idiotic. My name is not spelled S-T-E-P-H-A-N-I-E M-E-Y-E-R or R-I-C-K R-I-O-R-D-A-N. Yet I still must say that I am not the author of Twilight or Percy Jackson for all of you... Uhh… people with the brains of a grilled cheese sandwich. And I do not own either of them if that was your next question.

Chapter Seven--BPOV

The biggest shock that you've probably ever gotten in your pretty little mortal life is that you couldn't get those pink heels in a size 4. Oh, poor you.

Trust me, my life is much harder.

I mean, come on! Rosalie, a daughter of Athena?

Possible? Yes. Believable? No.

But demigods just don't get these visions without a reason. Which meant that Rosalie was most definitely a child of Athena. Oh joy.

Poseidon and Athena are—to put it simply—enemies. So you know why I didn't get along with most of Athena's kids. In fact, I only get along with one.

Annabeth. She's Percy's almost girlfriend. I said "almost" because they have yet to get the memo that they belong together. Thalia and I tease him into the next century about it, but you know, he's Percy.

"Bella?" Mike asked, waving a hand in front of my face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just… spaced out," I replied. Mike clearly also never got the memo that stated that I just wasn't into him.

I swept my gaze around the room, finally landing on the Cullen table. All of them were staring at me—sheesh, didn't Esme ever tell them that it's impolite to stare? —Well, Rosalie was glaring, the rest of the Cullens were staring. But considering my new knowledge of Rosalie's heritage, I wasn't going to back down.

So I sent her the coldest, most furious glare that I could muster. She flinched.

"Hey Jessica, do you think I could borrow your phone? I need to call someone and I forgot mine at home," I fibbed.

Monsters could trace a phone if I ever got one so I never did. Actually, I had a hard time thinking that some monsters were smart enough to trace a call.

Jessica grudgingly handed me her phone and I got up and walked awhile away so that no one could hear me—except for the Cullens that is. Stupid vampire hearing.

And without hesitation I dialed Nico di Angelo's number.

"Hello?" someone answered.

"Nico?" I asked.

"Bella? Oh gods, you haven't called me in forever," Nico exclaimed.

It was hard for me to think of him as almost an adult, I kept thinking of him as the little kid that had lost his sister two summers ago.

"Yeah, I know. But I need a favor," I said rushing straight to the point.

"You mean that you didn't call just to hear my voice?" he joked, pretending to sob theatrically.

"No, I totally did," I protested. "Because you have such a great voice I came to tell you to try out for chorus."

"Oh, ha-ha, Bella," Nico answered sarcastically. "Anyway, what's the favor?"

"Uhhhh…." I stalled. I wasn't sure how to approach the subject.

"Just spit out already," he said. "It can't be that bad."

"Yes it can," I warned.

"Oh…" he was suddenly serious.

"I need you to tell Bianca something for me," I burst out.

Complete silence. I rushed on.

"Tell Bianca that I figured out her warning. That I know whom she was talking about. And tell her… tell her thank you. Thank you for so much more than I can ever repay."

Silence. Then…

"Okay," Nico said strongly. "I will. Don't worry, she'll get your message."

"Thank you," I said, gratitude overflowing in my voice. "Thank you."

"It's fine," Nico reassured me. "Promise me though, that next time you'll call just to hear my oh-so-wonderful voice." His tone took on a playful note towards the end.

"Definitely," I agreed, and glanced at a clock on the wall.

"Oh, Hades!" I cursed. "I have to go to class."

"Now, now, Bella," he scolded. "Don't take my father's name in vain."

"Ha-ha, you're such a comedian," I said sarcastically. "Bye."

"Bye." The call ended.

I gave Jessica her phone back and told everyone that I was going to throw out my lunch. As I dumped it out, a flash of something that looked like celestial bronze caught my eye.

I looked back; the crowd was leaving for their next period class. I could investigate without anyone noticing that I was gone.

I stumbled clumsily toward an exit.

5 pairs of eyes followed me.

***

The forest was quiet, eerily quiet. I drew my sword and started searching for that clash of celestial bronze that I had seen.

"Isabella Swan," a voice stated.

I whipped around, my sword pointing out in defensive position.

Ethan Nakamura. A/N: FYI, Ethan is a half-blood working for Kronos. He's a child of Nemesis, the goddess of revenge.

He was wearing faded clothes with a lot of rips. A long, white scar worked its way down his right arm. A black eye patch covered one of his eyes, or the place that his eye used to be.

"Ethan Nakamura," I said just as coolly.

"Polite, are we now?" he mocked.

"Traitorous, are we now?" I mimicked back.

"Bella, Bella," Ethan replied. "You don't understand. This is what I was meant to do."

"Oh, what you were meant to do?! You were meant to betray everyone? Don't you get it, Ethan? You're not meant to do anything! The future isn't set in stone." I was working myself up into a fit.

Suddenly he drew his knife and attacked. I parried with no problem.

"Do you really think that youcan kill me?" I asked, disbelief coloring my tone.

"I know that I can kill you," Ethan answered and thrust his sword towards me.

"Ethan, Ethan," I mocked him now. "I'm the best swordswomen in 2,000 years. Percy taught me. Your knowledge is misplaced."

"No, Isabella, you're the wrong one."

My sword flashed; we were playing a deadly game that only one person could win. I attacked, targeting his blind side. Unfortunately, he was just as good defending that side.

"Do you really believe that Kronos will reward you, Ethan? He cares nothing for anyone. Once he's used you, you'll be thrown away, cast into Tartarus." I tried to distract him.

He was on the defensive but eventually he would crack. They all did.

"Bella, you're just too blind to realize that western civilization is the worst thing that's ever happened. What have the gods ever done for us? Nothing!" he was furious now, his judgment would be clouded, his moves less careful.

I increased my energy, focusing on my attack. My sword swung everywhere, parrying away his attacks, giving attacks of my own. This came naturally, just like the ocean was in my blood.

I thought I heard a gasp behind me but I brushed it off as the wind.

"Ethan, give up. You won't win. You'll be killed. If not by me, by someone worse."

"No, Bella. You give up. Don't you realize that you've been used? The gods care nothing for heroes."

"No." My voice was powerful, strong. "They do. I don't doubt them. It's you that does."

He faltered and it only took a second. My sword hit the hilt of his knife and I twisted pressing down on it. It clattered to the forest floor. My sword was at his neck before you could say Hades' pink underwear.

He was defenseless.

Suddenly, I couldn't kill him. Not in cold blood. I would be no worse than Kronos.

Slowly, I lowered my sword.

"What, Isabella Swan? Planning on drawing out my death?" Ethan asked, but fear was in his voice.

"No, Ethan," I said quietly. "If I do, I'm not worse than Kronos. If there is one thing I'm not, it's someone who kills for no reason."

Ethan backed away slowly, as if he wasn't sure that I was telling the truth.

"One thing, Ethan Nakamura." I stopped his getaway.

"This is warning. If you cross my path again, I will not hesitate to kill you. And if you see Percy or anyone of my family, you should hope that you're fast enough to get away from them because they will definitely kill you. That I promise you. And lastly, I need you to tell your master something."

His eyebrows rose but he did not deny my request.

"Tell Luke—I emphasized Luke—that Thalia would be disappointed. And tell Kronos this: that if he were brave enough, he would come terrorize me in person, not in my dreams."

Ethan nodded and he ran, melting into the shadows.

Then I sensed something behind me. I shifted my sword into a fighting position and whirled.

5 people stood behind me.

The Cullens.

What did I ever do to Zeus? By the way my life is going… I did something really bad.

"Umm… hey?" It came out as a question.

"Bella?" It was Edward. I could hardly bear to look into his face. The betrayal, the heartbreak was laid out for the world to see.

What would he think of me? Nothing but the worst.

"What the—what are you?" Rosalie. I could tell she was waiting to blow up at me.

"Why should I tell you?" I asked, trying to buy myself some more time.

But that sentence just made her fall over the edge.

"Let me think, Isabella," she sneered my name. "Maybe because you're holding a sword. The police won't hesitate to lock you up."

"Oh you know what, Rosalie? You're. A. Hypocrite. You demand to my secret when you have one of your own."

Jaws dropped. I didn't care, my anger too far gone.

I continued. "You're vampires. All of you. Care to explain why you didn't tell me?"

Rosalie spluttered. "But—uh—that's different!"

"Sure. Me, holding a sword. You, being a vampire. Very different."

Jasper stepped in. "Look, Isabella, you could be a lunatic for all we know."

"Oh, all you know? That's it, Jasper! All you know! You know nothing! You call me a lunatic. What if I was to say that I'm the daughter of a powerful person? Let's say… Poseidon. What would you do? Lock me up in an asylum?"

"Do you think we should get Carlisle?" I heard someone ask quietly. Edward. That was him asking.

"Maybe. Do you think she's telling the truth though?" Alice.

"Of course not!" Rosalie hissed. "She's lying. Or she's mad."

My voice was deadly calm. "You're not unlike me, Rosalie. Think back to your human life. You didn't have a mother. You were very smart for your age. You had gray eyes. Do you know what the signs point to?"

"She's scaring me," Rosalie whispered.

"It's okay, Rosie," Emmett comforted her.

"You're a daughter of Athena," I told her.

"Why are you telling me this?" she asked, her voice low and quiet.

"Why? I don't know. Maybe because no one deserves to find out about their Olympian parent the way I did. Maybe because everyone needs some truth. I don't know," I answered, salty tears running down my face.

"Do you not believe me?" I asked again.

A tugging on my gut started and out of nowhere a roaring tower of water came hurling towards me.

"Bella!" Edward yelled. "Get out of the way!" His voice was frightened; he was ready to jump in front of me.

Didn't I repulse him?

I held up my hands in a gesture that meant wait.

The water rushed over me in a familiar embrace, soaking the Cullens too. Finally, it stopped.

All of them were left sopping wet, staring at me.

I was completely dry.

A/N: Special thanks to Science Queen—she helped me with a lot of my ideas for this chapter! Thanks so much, Science Queen!

Thanks also for all the people that gave me ideas for how the Cullens should find out Bella's secret—even if I didn't use their idea. The only person I can think of right now is Bananavamp but to all of the rest of you, thank you!

I'm sooooooooo worried that all of you won't like the way that the Cullens found out about Bella. Flame me if you must, but I'm letting you know right now that flaming me won't change anything. In fact, it might make me update slower because those kinds of things throw off my balance. Figuratively, though I am pretty clumsy. (Last week I fell down a flight of stairs. Yeah, I'm that clumsy.) Anyway, review and tell me what you think. I desperately need opinions.