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here's chapter 7!

I went back to my cabin with a crazy headache and a mountain of questions.

One reason why my head hurt were the details behind Annabeth's quest. I mean, I myself had been through more than my full share of quests to last a millennium, but she was going to have to pull through with a good one that made all my quests seem like a small child's play. And the questions....Jeesh, my head ached even more just thinking about it. Still my number one stood as 'What the heck happened between Audrey and Clarisse?!"

I knew better than to ask Clarisse what the problem with my sister was. And Audrey....Well, I was starting to learn more and more about her each day, and something told me I was better off not asking her anything about it. At least not yet.

When coming into my cabin, I came across a bitter smell so strong and sour, I nearly passed out. It was a vaguely familiar aroma, I remembered smelling at one of my endless schools when walking into the nurse's office with a bloody nose. Don't ask why, just one of those things with a natural-born bully. Anyway, the scent from the memory was the exact same one I was smelling right now-but maybe just a little bit stronger. Then recalling the fight, I remembered Audrey.

"Audrey?" I asked cautiously walking toward the bathroom. It was closed shut, a clear sign it wasn't good. But, too curious as to what must've resulted in the fight, I knocked.

"Go away!" she said aloud, almost shaky.

"Are you okay, Audrey?" I asked, starting to get concerned when I took another whiff of the powerful stench of alcohol. "Just tell me, it's okay."

"Yeah...." she paused for a second. "Look I'm fine. Just go-there's nothing wrong with me." Her voice changed, sounding less confident and demanding, but vulnerable and close to tears. Waiting another second, there was a sudden thud on the floor, and Audrey cussed. "Damn it!"

No doubt in my mind, did I know something was wrong. Whether it was emotional or personal, I was determined to help.

Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob, and was shocked to find that it wasn't locked. Continuing my way in, I found the bathroom scattered with drops of blood. It was all over the floor, leading up to my hurt half-sister sitting on the shell-encrusted counter, pressing a damp rag around her arm. The other arm progressing the pressure was already bandaged securely from her wrist up to below her elbow. And taking a long look at the other arm, it looked like the same amount of damage had been done.

She hadn't noticed me yet, which I found highly surprising. Either she was too caught up in her wound, or daydreaming I was no where in her sight. Then, taking a careful step toward, my cover was blown. Her green eyes, shaded behind a thick mass of hair, gazed up in my direction. At first I didn't know what to expect when spotting those glossy emerald eyes. Anger? Sarcasm? Some kind of reprimand she was starting to become known for. But, just as I was about to accept whatever scolding or threat she would throw at me, it wasn't needed.

"What happened?" I asked like a moron. Shaking my head, I guessed, "Clarisse?"

"You think?" she asked icily. At least I thought that was what she was trying to go for. But, from the deep pain coming across her face, it was lined with agony.

Still looking at her wound, she said, "We'll are you just gonna stand there like a wide-eyed idiot, or are you gonna show me the proper way to deal with this?" She lifted her lower arm.

"Oh-right." At first I didn't think there was anything wrong with how she was fixing it. But then, remembering several particular incidents, I realized something.

"Water? Oh right," she said, acting as if she realized what she said was silly. "Of course, why didn't I think of that?"

I continued letting the water fill the tub, remembering how simple a procedure it was to heal a wound. (at least a minor one) For children of Poseidon, of course too. Sorry everyone, it's a born-thing.

"Here," I took one of her bare torn-up arms carefully and placed it under the warm relaxing water. I knew exactly what would happen if I did this, and I was right when the fresh wounds infecting Audrey's arm slowly healed from an ugly looking cut back to a regular flawless color of porcelain skin.

"Whoa," I heard her say under her breath. She was unmistakably taken aback by it. "How did you-"

"You're a daughter of Poseidon," I answered before she could finish. And then I realized looking back at the perfectly healed arm she was now drying with a towel, that she truly was my father's daughter-my half-sister. Man, this is gonna take some getting used to. "Only you and I, our half-brother Tyson and all the other children of Poseidon can do this. And it really comes in handy too-you know since we're demigods." Yeah, even the best of fighters were struck with a cut or two more often than we could count. Or I liked, to be exact.


After letting the tub-water soak into her other arm, Audrey was perfectly fine again. She hadn't said anything for a while, looking as if she was too busy to mention anything from dunking her arms into the tub water to drying off her other arm. But although she protrayed this through Percy's eyes, she truly had a handful on her mind.

First of all, was the power she somehow contained for healing once in contact with water. When Percy had told her of this, she found it highly magical and all the while interesting. Then, the thought of it emerged about how flawless and clean her skin was. She knew before being slashed by that girl that she had no scar or bruise or anything damaging to her skin. Every time she got a cut, it would be gone in less than a day she would notice. She never knew why, but accepted it easily, always feeling as if she was just lucky to have so many white blood cells. But now she knew the truth. And more facts were building reassuring her that none of this was absurd.

"Thanks." She said, suddenly remembering Percy's presence. She had been in so much thought, she almost forgot he was in the same room with her, and watching her endlessly.

"Your welcome," he said kindly. Then straying his eyes away, he had difficulty speaking, but mustered enough to say, "Hey-you don't have to answer, but uh. . .What happened between you and Clarisse?" He sounded as if embarrassed and little intimidated to ask her this, but was also deeply curious as to what had happened.

"Oh so that's her name," she said coldly, continuing to rub the towel around her arm even when it was already dry. "How could such a pretty name belong to such an outrageous girl? I don't get it." She went to the door, but instead of leaving she got on her knees, and started to clean up the heavy drops of red blood staining the floor. She always was the kind of person the clean up after herself, even when it wasn't necessary with all the servants and maids her parents had around. Fortunately, none of them were around the help assist her with whatever she was trying to do, and could this deed without a fuss.

"Um..." he struggled to say. "You didn't answer my question."

Finished cleaning the dirt spots from the ground, she put the towel up. "And you don't want to know the answer," she replied. There was a reason why she had turned the subject around Clarisse's name, and it was a good one too. Making it clear, she didn't want to talk about it, she reopened the door and left. She knew he would follow her, and so didn't stop to plop down on her bed (even when she deeply wanted to)

She headed for the place where they all ate last night. She was starving! She hadn't had anything all morning, but a couple of Fiber 1 bars she had stuffed into her bag. (Her adoptive parents strived to keep her a size 3) But even those things weren't enough to satisfy her appetite. So as she made her way back to the eating area, she was right about Percy. The kid tagged along with her, following her every step after realizing she had left the cabin.

He hadn't said anything until she finally got a hold of some food. "You can tell me," he said, as she went to go sit at an empty table. He sat with her.

Liking what they had given her: some scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and milk, she focused her mind on the food. She tried not to hear him as he urged her to tell him what had happened. Sure, he sounded curious and brave enough to hear what the reason was. But, she knew. All that curiosity and desire would be swayed away and wasted once and if she told him. Not to mention, if she told him she knew he would wish she hadn't. It was bad enough she had been in the middle of it.

Just when she was about done with her meal, and Percy was in the state of silence having given up on asking her the question any further, they both spotted a familiar face coming toward them.

"Hey, you know you guys are sitting at the wrong table, right?" She said, looking from him to her curiously.

"I told her that already," she heard Percy say a little bitterly. "She's ignoring me."

"Did you tell her it was a rule?" she said, giving Audrey a sharp look.

"Yeah."

"Well, there you go. She's your sister," Annabeth said, simply taking a seat next to him. She didn't seem at all fazed either about the rule, and placed some of her books on the table.

"What are those for?" Percy asked.

"More information on architecture," she replied, opening one of the books to a random page. "See, the structure and shape of the monument is so-"

"Annabeth, sorry to interrupt you, but can you please get her to say what happened earlier?" he said, sounding desperate. Although she wasn't sure if it was to finally receive an answer out of her, or simply to change the subject out of architecture.

"She wont say?"

"Yeah."

"And what makes you think I can get an answer out of her?"

"Uh. . ." He thought about it. It amazed Audrey how strange these people could be talking about this right in front of her. Sure she was ignoring them, but she wasn't always trying to play deaf. "Well-you're a girl."

"Oh, so that's why," she said acting almost offended.

"I don't know!" he pleaded. "Just try, I give up."

She sighed. Then, turning back in front, she faced Audrey. "Audrey," she said her name friendly. "Can you please tell us what went on between you and Clarisse. We're just curious."

Swallowing her last bite of food, she put her fork down. "Well, you're just gonna have to stay curious." Then, she cut her eyes off to Percy. "And what the hell is your problem, you said I didn't have to answer!"

At the end of her sentence, she left, leaving Percy in a state of regret and embarrassment.

But before she was too far out of distance, she was able to hear a few deep sentences in a new conversation. "It's okay, Percy," Annabeth said, sounding as if she completely understood what he was going through. Her voice was soft, comforting-and in a way sad.

Seeming to also have noticed something amiss, Percy said, "You're still thinking about him. . .Aren't you?" His voice reflected hers both soft and comforting. Audrey could almost picture him holding her out of pity.

"You still don't believe me though, do you? Luke is still there, I'm telling you. He's. . ." And that was it. Her voice had faded from how far Audrey had gone, and the rest of what she said was faded murmurs.

Luke, she thought, suddenly blown away. The name sounded so familiar. . .It reminded her of blond-haired boy with the exact same name.

Hey, it's good to be back again. I'm so sorry I haven't updated for the past few months. Things have been crazy, but I spared enough time to finally complete a new chapter:) I hope you all liked it, and it's still a little interesting. And sorry if Percy was a little OOC.

And to answer one reviewers question; well, I published this story before the last book came out so I was gonna come up with a new way to end it in my own way. But now that it's finally out, and I've already read it I think I'll try and blend it in with the last book. It'll be tough, but I'll try not to disappoint:) Please review!