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"Why isn't he waking up, Addie?"

Annabeth was pacing back and forth, and I checked Percy's pulse again.

"I don't know," I muttered. I was worried, beyond worried. I gave him a sip of nectar, everything, but nothing would wake Percy up. "Maybe that thing hit him harder in the head that we realized."

"We can't drag him to the doors," Annabeth fumed. "We will be sitting ducks."

"I agree," I murmured back to her. Percy stirred fitfully, and Annabeth ran to him. I handed her the rag I had been using, and she took over. She wiped the sheen of sweat that was clinging to his skin. He felt almost feverish, and I was worried that I had given him too much nectar. But if it was too much, he should have been awake by now! I highly doubt he had that catastrophic of a head injury.

"C'mon Percy," Annabeth said in a pleading whisper.

We had been sitting in our little hideout for almost two hours now, and I was starting to panic on the inside. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the rock. What if I could not get them out? What if I failed? I tried to stay calm. I knew I looked it on the outside, but on the inside, my insides were going haywire. It took all I could not to cause an earthquake. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my body. Slowly, my pounding heart got back to a normal pace. I was counting in my head, trying to empty my head as much as possible.

"Addie?"

I opened my eyes, to see Annabeth staring concernedly at me.

"Yes?"

"When was the last time you had any sleep?"

I was struck dumb. I honestly could not remember.

"I think…. maybe two or three days?" I muttered, a blush seeping on my cheeks. To this day, I still hated someone getting on to me for not taking care of myself.

"How in the gods do you manage that?!"

I laughed at her surprised tone, and I felt the calm feeling creep back into me. Why did I feel so much more myself around my own kind? I had been so busy the past year; I had been around just gods. It was a nice change of pace.

"Energy elixirs and Red Bull," I said easily.

"That can't be healthy," she admonished.

"It's not, but sometimes I don't exactly have a choice."

"I imagine that kind of sucks," she said sadly.

I nodded my head, but I did not say anything. While we were walking back, I had carefully explained exactly what my curse was to Annabeth. I had not told her why I was cursed. I could not bring myself to do it.

"Have you ever tried to fight it?"

"A few times, but I can't fight for long."

"What happens?"

"I get punished," I said flatly. Unconsciously, I reached around to my back, feeling the scars that now marred it.

"Did something happen not too long ago?"

She sounded concerned, like she was looking out for me. I wrapped my arms around me, my heart beating faster. Not again, not more. That is why I stayed hidden. I did not want to friend anyone who was not immortal because of what could happen. I was still extremely wary of it all these years later. She leaned back against the wall, and eyed me speculatively.

"You don't have to tell me. You just look like you…like you don't get to talk to anyone much."

"I don't," I laughed without humor. I felt the back of my eyes burn, but I would not cry. I would not ever let them see that again.

"They have been flipping their forms a lot, the gods I mean, the past half a year," I started slowly. I was shocked at myself for telling her this. "It was like when I was alive, before the curse. You did not know who to pray to because one minute they would be one god, and the next they would be in their other form. The gods are already easy to anger and hard to contact, and throw that in? It is a thousand times worse. Aphrodite asked me to do something, but she would just switch into Venus and change her mind. I was getting yelled at for doing what she asked, and I snapped. I told her if she could not figure it out, that she could do it her damn self," I finished quietly.

"You yelled at the goddess of love? Gods, what I would not give," she sighed.

"Well, do it in front of her Roman boyfriend whose godly mission is to make your life miserable, and you get the shit beat out of you."

I was not sarcastic; I did not have a tone. There was no trace of anger, no sadness in my voice. My voice was perfectly inflection-less, like it had been for years now. I saw Annabeth blanch, the color draining from her face.

"What?"

I turned around, and lifted up my shirt. I knew what she would see. My back was now marred with dark scars, around twenty crisscrossed all over my back like lattice work.

"You never want to piss off a god, Annabeth. I know of your thing with Hera, but do not incite her into a rage. You will regret it."

"I don't care what Hera does to me," she said bravely, slowly.

"I know. What if she does not do it to you? What if she does it to Percy?" I reasoned with her. I felt my heart drop, like it always would when I thought of Tiberius and Ry. Do not cry, Addie, I scolded myself.

"If you make them mad enough, they will find the worst thing to punish you," I whispered to her. "You never want to act rashly. I have a feeling you would not though; you are too much like your mom."

"I am?" she asked, bewildered.

I nodded my head, and I watched as Annabeth grabbed Percy's hand.

"I wish I knew her better."

"I'm sure she wishes the same. They know more about you than you think," I added softly. I saw Annabeth look down, a small smile playing on her face.

"Are there any gods that can help him, that would help him?" she said, gesturing towards Percy.

"There are a lot that would, but down here, they do not really hear much," I said slowly. I could not contact any of them; I could not ask any of them for help. I would get called back the minute they knew I was down here. Ares would have an effing field day. I am sure some already knew, but I could hope. I looked at Percy, watching as he slept….

"I have an idea," I said suddenly.

"What is it?"

"There is a spell, a spell that lets one enter another's dreams. The gods use it a lot, to talk to their children. We could try it, maybe I can find out what's keeping him in his head," I leaned forward, concentrating on the pull in my stomach. Magic was a lot harder to manipulate than the earth. It was pretty awesome. I could feel the incredible amount down here, and I gingerly tapped into it. When you cast a spell, it is like you see the world how it looked in the beginning. You see the power in the world, in its raw, primal state. It was such a rush.

But before I could cast it, a pair of green eyes met my own. Annabeth threw her arms around Percy, and he wrapped his arms around her, his eyes never leaving mine.

He had a look on his face, a look I was all too familiar with.

It was that look of pity and sorrow. The look on his face told me exactly why he had been knocked out so long.

Annabeth pulled back, and punched him lightly in the arm. He winced, but his eyes still did not leave mine. I felt frozen. I hated that look. I did not want anyone's pity. I did not want them to be sad for me. I had no idea what I wanted! I just knew that I did not want to tell either of them my story. I did not want to feel like a failure. I did not want anyone to tell me that it was not my fault.

Because it was. The whole damned thing was my fault.

"Someone showed you. You know," I whispered quickly. The fear and anger was making my chest ache, and I could feel the stone around me shake. Annabeth looked around me in surprise, and I wanted to scream in frustration.

He nodded his eyes boring into mine. I felt my breath hitch. Everything I had been carefully building up, my emotions and walls, were about to tumble catastrophically down.

"Are you my sister, Addie?"