Agathe gulped as she looked up at the centaur. She felt her legs begin to shake and as she collapsed she felt someone catch her, it was another blond boy. The one she had seen when she woke up for the last time in bed before now.
"Whoa, you seem a little unstable. Let's get you back into bed."
She couldn't respond, the sight of Chiron in front of her was more mind blowing than what happened with the griffon...the griffon.
If she was here, was this a dream? Harvey wasn't around, no body mentioned what happened earlier. Yeah, she's going to wake up to the smell of her grandfather's wurst and she's going to see Dad.
None of this will have ever happened. It was just a simple dream saying a "what if" about her questionable mother. So she stood upright and nodded, Chiron seemed surprised, apparently no one recovers so quickly,"Very well then, come Agathe."
The three walked back inside with a tense silence.
Annabeth came back with a glass of water as Agathe sat in bed her feet dangling over the side,"Thank you."
She took the glass. Annabeth studied her closely. Almost analytically. She looked at Chiron waiting for him to say something.
Finally, with a small stroke of his beard he did,"Agathe, do you know were you are?"
Agathe tried remembering anything her dad or Harvey had said as to where they were going but she drew a blank slate. That was weird, if this was her dream she could just will herself to remember right? Then why couldn't she remember what they said. She shook her head,"No, sir. I don't know."
Annabeth rubbed her arms as a cold breeze passed through the window and lingered inside the room. Will, she learned was the boy's name, went over and closed it. Even then the room remained cold. Chiron stroked his beard,"This is Camp Half-Blood. One of the two only places on earth where you're safe."
The name ringed in her ears, it echoed loudly as she remembered the name being repeated by a woman.
She was two years old. She had been drawing her family but there was an extra member, her mother. She was too blurry and disfigured to make any kind of detail out of it. She stood up taking the drawing and walked out of the room and down the corridor but she stopped at the corner listening in on the conversation.
A woman's voice,"She'll be safe there, Esteban. There's no way you can protect her here. Especially not with another one on the way."
Her father's voice,"I can't...I'll try to keep her with me as long as I can until I know that she has to-"
"What is this place called again?" her grandmother's voice.
"Camp Half-Blood."
Agathe could feel herself go pale; she was two years old. She shouldn't have been able to remember that conversation. Annabeth looked at her with a raised eyebrow,"Are you okay?"
"I-I have heard of this place before."
"When?"
"My mother she mentioned it."
"So you're godly parent is your dad."
"What?"
"Your dad. I'm sure you know what demigods are, right? If you're mom told you about this place then that means it's your dad that's an Olympian." Annabeth explained.
Agathe looked at her confused,"What? But my dad is the one who raised me."
"Was he your biological father?"
"Yes. It's my mom that I never met. At least, not since I was two."
Annabeth stared at her trying to figure out her words. Jason crossed his arms,"Then why do you say your mom told you about camp?"
"Not me. She told my dad. She had mentioned taking me here. She'd said I'd be safer. Don't ask how I remember, I don't know."
They stayed quiet for awhile. Agathe looked toward the window. She could see a couple kids putting up the net for volleyball and in the distance. A few more kids going up a climbing wall...was that lava?
Agathe sighed and rubbed her eyes she was starting to get the feeling that maybe she wasn't dreaming,"My dad brought me here. Do you know where he is? And Harvey?"
"Harvey explained what happened. I'm sorry, Agathe. We couldn't find a trace of the car or him."
"If he told you what happened then why think that my mom was mortal?"
Will replied,"There's always the benefit of the doubt that he could've been your step dad."
Agathe shook her head,"So you found nothing? Not even a suitcase?"
They shook their heads. So not only was she homeless but she now had no family and no belongings. Agathe blinked back tears and looked away.
She had lost everything in one day. She didn't know how she could survive on her own.
"i think it's best if we give Agathe her space. It's been a long morning,"Chiron stated and with that they left the room.
Agathe layed on her side and hugged herself. She heard the slightest crinkle of a paper and remembered the photo.
She took out the picture and there was her family, smiling back at her. Agathe sobbed. She held the photo close to her chest and cried.
She was alone. They were all gone. They had done nothing to anger the gods and they were killed.
No. They were murdered. They were murdered in cold blood.
Agathe sat up wiping her tears. No way was she going to let that pass. She looked at the ceiling in anger and whispered with hot tears streaming down her face,"I hate you. I hate you. If it weren't for you they'd still be alive. Whoever you are. Don't you dare claim to be my mother after this. I'm never going to be related to a bunch of murderers like you. Never."
There was a flash of lightning outside but Agathe didn't care. Her family was killed because of them. And she wanted revenge.
She would get her revenge.
