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Chapter Seven

You Cannot Find Gods on Google Maps

"If I told you what I was, would you turn your back on me?

And if I seemed dangerous, would you be scared?

I've turned into a monster,

A monster, a monster

And it keeps getting stronger."

"Monster" by Imagine Dragons

I didn't get much sleep that night. Hell, I hadn't gotten much sleep since prom. I laid in bed most of the night, just staring at the ceiling and trying to drown out Jason's snoring. Seriously, for such a pretty boy, he snored like a chainsaw. I turned my head to look at my clock and saw that it was 5 o'clock in the morning. I wasn't surprised, but there wasn't much point in trying to go to sleep when I'd have to be up in a couple hours anyways.

I forced myself out of bed, brushed my teeth and pulled my hair up into a tight ponytail. I glanced over at Jason's bed, only able to see a mess of blanket, but went behind my little privacy screen just in case and put on a pair of spandex shorts and a metallic gold sports bra.

It was a bit weird, having to use the privacy screen. I wasn't used to having to share this room with anyone except Percy. Definitely not a kinda-sort-of family member.

I left the Zeus cabin and went for a run along the beach. Running in the sand was a lot harder than running on concrete or earth, so it worked my muscle much better. When my heart was racing, my lungs were burning, and I was covered head-to-toe in sweat, I sank into the sand and looked at the ocean.

Percy and I had so many wonderful moments on this beach. One of the first actually pleasant conversations I'd had with him was in this exact spot.

I sat alone on the beach, my shoes beside me as I dug my toes into the sand. I couldn't believe what I'd just done. How could I have just lost control like that? And in front of a bunch of strangers?

Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster.

Someone sat down beside me and I ignored them. I didn't want anyone around me right now. I didn't want to hurt anyone else.

"Hey."

"Hi." Of course it was him. Of course. I hated him. I hated him so much. Why did he have to exist? He was just here to ruin my life. Why did my mother have to name me Andromeda knowing full well what would happen? Why? And why couldn't his mother have just picked a normal name for him, like Brad or James or something? WHY?

"Are you okay?"

I almost killed someone. I was going to kill someone. "Peachy."

"You have really pretty eyes," Percy blurted out. I looked over at him, not sure whether to be pissed off that he was speaking to me or ecstatic that he thought I had pretty eyes.

"You should really stay away from me," I said. "I almost killed him."

"I'm sure you didn't mean to," he told me.

"Well, you're wrong. I fully intended on hurting him. I couldn't control my anger and I was going to kill him," I said, devoid of emotion. "If Chiron hadn't yelled my name, I would have stabbed him."

Percy was silent beside me.

"I lost control," I said quietly, more to myself. I was so ashamed, and I really didn't want anyone here to see me right now.

"I know you wouldn't have killed him."

"How could you know I wouldn't?" I asked.

"I don't know, I just feel like you wouldn't."

"You don't know anything about me!" I yelled. I needed to hit or throw something. The only thing near me other than Percy was my shoes. I picked them up and launched them into the ocean. "I'm a monster, okay? If you really want to know me, that's what I am! I am no better than the sludge that comes out of Tartarus!"

"You're not a monster," he said calmly. I collapsed inward, holding my head in my hands as I cried, I glanced up and saw the waves bringing my gladiator sandals back, delivering them to my feet. "Andee, you're not a monster."

"You haven't even seen me at my worst," I mumbled. "I hope you never have to."

"Andee, if you were a monster, you wouldn't be anywhere near as funny and beautiful and smart and talented and kind as you are." My stomach fluttered and I smiled a little. I hadn't been complimented this much and it had never made me feel this way before. I was so screwed. "Well, I'm guessing a bit on the kind part, because you're kind of mean to me, but I've also seen how kind you are to others, so I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." I laughed a little, leaning in closer and resting my head on his shoulder. I shouldn't do that, but it felt right and it felt good. "No one here blames you for what happened. Me, especially."

"Why can't you just hate me? It would make everything so much easier."

"I don't under –"

I sighed and hugged my knees closer to my chest. It definitely wasn't one of the most romantic times Percy and I had spent on this beach, but it was the first time I had realized how quickly I was falling in love with him.

"Please," I whispered, looking at the sky, "please just return him safe to me."

I eventually got back to my feet and started my morning yoga. All the deep breathing, stretching and meditation calmed my heart rate back down and made me focus on something other than Percy. When I was in my last pose – savasana – I knew I was going to have to do something to keep busy. There was still an hour until the rest of the campers woke up.

I grabbed some things from my cabin before taking a shower and getting dressed in a pair of jean shorts and an orange camp tank top. After that was all done, I headed to the camp store, opening it with one of the keys supplied to me as a senior counselor and put together three backpacks with Greek and mortal money, some non-perishable food and snacks, and some portable sleeping arrangements thanks to the new Hypnos kids. It wasn't much but I figured it would at least help Jason, Piper and Leo on their quest.

When I returned to the Zeus cabin – backpacks in two – I saw that Jason wasn't in bed, but his shoes were still near the door where I had demanded he leave them (it's a Canadian thing). A few more steps inside and I found him at the corner of the cabin where Thalia, his sister, stayed whenever she came to visit camp.

As a Hunter, she refused to use one of the few beds in the Zeus cabin. She said there was no point enjoying such a luxury when they didn't during the Hunt. So she kept a little corner for herself. A few pictures were taped above the area where she slept, all with a much younger Annabeth and Luke. My heart tightened a little, thinking of Luke. Yes, I know he hadn't treated me the best, but at the end of the day, he had been trying to protect me from Kronos. I knew more than anyone what it felt like to have your life destroyed by Kronos.

"That's Thalia," I said.

He jumped a little, apparently not expecting me. "I know her, don't I?" Jason asked.

"You should – she's your sister," I said, sitting down next to him. "It's actually part of the reason I recognized you."

"Really?"

I nodded. "I met Thalia for the first time during the war, but because she's technically my aunt – we say we're cousins because it feels less creepy – we tried to spend some together. She told me about you, but she said you'd died when you were two. So seeing you alive was a bit of a shock." I stopped for a moment, my eyes staying on the picture of Thalia, Annabeth and Luke. "You physical appearance was a big giveaway too. You and your sister have the same eyes, but you have the same hair as my mom and me."

"Do you know anything else about me?" Jason asked, looking vulnerable in a way I never thought I'd see in a person who was at least a foot taller than me.

"Your last name is Grace. Your mom was a big TV star in the eighties, but when Zeus left her, she went downhill and started drinking. He came back, obviously, and had you which kept her good for awhile, but then your mom spiraled again and died while driving under the influence. Thalia isn't her biggest fan."

"That's all you know?" Jason asked.

"I know that you and your sister are very different," I told him. "There's something really different about you, Jason, and I have a theory, but I won't know anything for certain until my visions come back."

He nodded, understanding.

"This is going to sound really weird, but I need to take pictures of you and some of your things," I said. "I'm trying to figure all of this out, and everything might be a clue."

"Sure," Jason said. We walked back to the front of the cabin and I dug through my bag until I found my camera. I took pictures of his face, his coin/sword/lance in all of its different forms, his shirt, and the tattoo on his arm. "Is that all?" he asked as I pulled a laptop out of my bag and started uploading the pictures. I pulled up a word document and wrote down some of the weird words he had used so far, like 'legacy' and the Roman names of the gods. Who knows? Maybe these were all keys to figuring out what this Prophecy was about. "Why do you need these?"

"It could help both of us," I said. "It might help you figure out who you are, and help me figure out where Percy is."

"Can I tell you something?" Jason asked, waiting for my nod of approval before launching into his dream of some wolf house and how he knew he'd been there before. I took notes on my laptop as he spoke. "You know what's happening, don't you?"

"I have some ideas, but I want to try to find out as much as I possibly can before I say anything," I said, running a hand through my hair. "Here's the thing, when I still saw Prophecies, I had a little more insight than everyone else. If you try to figure what a prophecy means or interfere with it to make a better outcome, you'll be worse off than you were before. Sometimes the less specifics you know, the better."

"But I don't even know where I'm supposed to go," Jason said frustratedly.

"You were attacked by storm spirits, right?" He nodded. "Aeolus is the father of all the winds, but he can be pretty unpredictable…I'd suggest hitting up Boreas, the North Wind. I've had to deal with him a few times and he deals with heroes the most of the four seasonal winds. He's a complete ass, but he usually gets the job done."

"So can I just look him up on Google maps –"

"Seriously?" I asked. "You can't remember who you are or where you're from, but you remember Google Maps?" I shook my head in disbelief. "Unbelievable. How about this – Amusez-vous à Québec - j'espère que vous parlez français."

Jason looked at me blankly for a moment before saying, "Quebec. Okay. Makes sense that the North Wind would be in Canada." He paused for a moment, glancing over at the picture. "Who's the blonde guy in the photo?"

All of a sudden, people started screaming outside, saving me from having to answer that extremely loaded question. I looked out the window and saw a hulking bronze dragon in the sky with a figure on top of it. The archers from the Apollo cabin were all lined up, ready to shoot. "Don't kill me!" the figure on top of the dragon shouted. I almost laughed out loud. Leo really had come through with a ride for them all – a bit of an unexpected one, but a ride nonetheless. I liked him.

"Grab the backpacks and anything else you think you might need," I told Jason. "Your ride's here."