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Sea, Wisdom, and Thieves.
Chapter 7: Camp Half-Blood.
The whole way to Manhattan Danae cursed her own curiosity.
She knew it was her biggest weakness, not her fatal flaw but she'd always been as curious as a cat. Even when she was a little girl, she remembered her father laughing at all the questions she'd asked for seemingly no reason.
The questions seemingly as random as her curiosity.
She hated anything to do with Olympus but she couldn't help but want to look the ones she blamed in the face and point blank laugh in there face for being so glib as to ask her for help.
If it weren't for the fact she had no desire to help her fathers first enemy to get close to killing him then she'd throw the Olympians into damnation herself. As it were she had been tempted.
If she was truthful with herself she still had family who were loyal to the Olympians – no matter how she'd tried in the past to show them how stupid that was. She could never bring herself to blame her godmother and godfather for her parents deaths, not really, but that hadn't meant she'd listened to them either.
She was stubborn like that apparently, more so then the minotaur or so Thalia had once told her.
"Once we're far enough we can take the gray sisters cab to Camp," Thalia said, coming to walk beside Danae.
The blonde looked over at the black haired lieutenant. Her eyes piercing without even trying, a trait she'd inherited from both her mother and father.
"How will we all fit? The cab won't fit more then three or four passengers."
Thalia sighed, looking behind her where her sister hunters walked, Sadie and another, Greta talking quietly amongst themselves and Sari was trying to discretely glare holes into the back of Danae's head.
She snorted, her goddaughter did have a way about making enemies.
It used to be she was quick to make friends, but her parents deaths had warped the once friendly girl. Her soul had been shattered beyond any repair she or Nico could attempt after Sawyer died.
Thalia had found out from Chiron about her godsons death when he'd contacted nearly everyone with the news.
Sawyers body had been left under her old pine tree with a short note. I'm sorry, take care of him. It had been obvious it was from Danae.
The Athena and Poseidon cabins had gotten along once more for the next few days as they made the shroud to burn with Sawyer.
His ashes were returned to Sally who wept for days after placing the urn between his parents. Thalia could tell Danae still blamed herself for Sawyers death. Nico had told her Sawyer never blamed his sister, and was having fun in Elysium, reunited with his parents.
"I'll send the others by foot, we're fast but I need to get you to Camp faster then we can run," Thalia said. "When we arrive..."
Danae smirked.
"Don't kill anyone?" she suggested.
Thalia wasn't sure if she was trying to be funny or if she actually had to worry about that.
Danae was violent when angered, and she had a feeling if her goddaughter ever became a goddess – very unlikely seeing as the Olympians had been trying to kill her for over a decade and how she felt about the deities – she'd be the goddess of mindless violence, anger, grief, torture and battle or something along those lines.
"Lets not make anymore enemies Dana," Thalia said softly. "You already have more then your father, lets try not to break any bones while your there."
"Pity," Danae muttered. "I was hoping it wouldn't be boring there."
Thalia could only hope she was joking but her tone gave nothing away.
"You know your nothing like I expected."
Thalia looked over on the other side of Danae to find Sadie had jogged up beside them, much to Sari's annoyance and Greta's weariness.
Danae raised an eyebrow and snorted.
"Let me guess you were expecting a messiah of heroes?" she asked sarcastically, her face morphing into a condescending smirk.
Sadie flushed, look down for a split second.
"You could try being nicer," Greta called, frowning. "Sadie was just trying to make nice."
Danae stopped and turned to look at Greta, glaring halfheartedly.
"She has a funny way of showing it," she snapped, rolling her eyes. "Not worth my time."
"Bitch," Sari sneered and Thalia closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"All of you just shut up!" she says, looking sternly at the three hunters and Danae. "Stop trying to get a rise out of them Dana, for once just try to play nice."
"I'll try, no promises," Danae said, frowning. "I don't make promises."
She said the last part so softly it was hard for the others to make it out, but they had. It mostly confused the hunters but Thalia understood.
Promises had always been broken. Her parents had promised to come home. She'd promised to always protect her brother, and she was sure there had been others that had been made and broken.
"I'm sorry," Sadie said, looking at Danae like she understood and felt sorry for the older girl. "I was just trying to break some of the tension."
Danae looked at the smaller eternally twelve year old girl and sighed.
"Don't sweat it, I'm a bitch. You shouldn't take anything I say to heart." it wasn't exactly the truth, but it wasn't a lie either. She tended to lash out when she was nervous or under stress. Going anywhere near Olympus or Camp Half-Blood (again) had her all strung out.
The rest of the trip was quiet, and once they reached a certain point at the road she sent the three Huntresses off on another trail to Camp and proceeded to call the Gray Sisters Taxi.
"Oh joy," Danae said as it pulled up and Thalia opened the door. "A ride in a metal death trap with a mostly blind pair of wind bags, lovely."
Thalia snorted, but she'd grown used to Danae's cynical, blunt and almost cruel way of talking. She wasn't sure where she'd gotten the trait from, but figured it was purely a Danae personality trait, not exactly inherited from Percy or Annabeth.
"You'll live," Thalia said, nearly pushing the demigod legacy of Athena and Poseidon into the taxi.
She quickly told the sisters were to go and after a fast, rollercoaster like trip, they stopped outside a hill, the sun shined down and made the pine tree at the top seem ethereal.
The grass swayed in the light breeze and seemed to almost be the perfect length, that is if perfect actually existed.
Danae breathed in deeply as she stood at the base of the hill, waiting for Thalia who finished paying the sisters. The taxi sped off, leaving them in the dust and Danae winced.
She remembered the last time she'd been here. She hadn't wanted to bury her brother in the ground, alone and where none but her would realize he was. What if someone found him years down the road and he was taken with the belief he'd been a murder victim or something?
She couldn't bare those sort of thoughts so even though Lance had been against it he'd helped her carry him to Camp Half-Blood where they left him under the pine tree that stood in front of her.
She'd known Chiron would respect her brother's body and right to a heroes funeral. Her brother had never let the hatred which became her sheath his heart and actions. He'd been the pure one of the two of them as cliché as that may have sounded.
Danae blinked hard, fighting back tears and realized Thalia was looking back at her, giving her a look of worry as to why she wasn't following her.
"Coming," she said, and obediently (as alien as that was for her) followed her godmother up the hill.
Once past the border she could see the cabins, over twenty it looked like and the grounds were bustling with campers. Over a hundred it appeared but there could be more. Nymphs could also be seen and satyrs.
Pegasi trotted along with campers as well, and she even saw a hellhound. A familiar hellhound, she thought sadly.
"Mrs. O'Leary," she whispered and Thalia smiled sadly.
"Yeah, Nico comes to take care of her but mostly other campers alternate duties," Thalia said.
"Thalia!" a old and wise voice cried they stopped close to a big farm like house.
The big house she thought, recalling the few stories from her parents. Looking she could see Chiron trotting towards them, bow slung over his back along with arrows. She hadn't seen him in years but he hadn't changed a bit.
"How did your mission go? Who is this..." Chiron trailed off as he got a good look at the woman beside Thalia.
She was rather tall, long blonde hair with wavy-curls and tanned skin. Her eyes were a familiar mix of gray and sea green. Her features wrung many bells and Chiron swallowed hard when he realized who stood in front of him.
"Danae Jackson," he breathed, his eyes turning older and sadder as he looked at the damaged girl in front of him.
"Chiron," Danae said, nodding. "Thank you, for Sawyer."
Chiron smiled sadly, and nodded. He understood that this wasn't easy for her, and also knew nothing was determined yet. He'd seen a lot of damaged demigods before, but this girl reminded him more of the demigod who'd left for Kronos in the second Titan war, than the little girl who'd hide behind her father's leg when they visited.
"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Danae Jackson," Chiron said.
Danae let a small, nearly nonexistent, smile grace her face. Looking around at said camp she nodded.
"I hope it lives up to my parents claims," she muttered, not really meaning for Chiron or Thalia to hear her.
It had been meant as a thought but had come out as spoken words.
Thalia looked at her sadly.
"So do I," Thalia muttered, wishing she could say something more.
