I blinked.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked, firing more questions faster and faster.

"Aimee, you're not a graecus." Rachel said, swallowing.

"What? Greek? Of course I am." I responded. I was Greek. Apollo was Greek, and I was his daughter.

"Aimee, can you understand what I'm saying?" Rachel's voice sounded accented all of the sudden.

"Of course. I actually pay attention in Ancient Greek linguistics, you know." I huffed. Rachel shook her head, red strands glinting in the sun.

"That was Latin, Aimee."

I looked around. Confusion marked the faces of everyone. Everyone, that is, but Chiron.

"This has only happened once before, Rachel. Are you sure?" his tone was solemn. Rachel crossed her arms defensively.

"I'm the Oracle. I'm pretty sure."

"I'll lead the quest to Camp Jupiter." Brian announced. I held my hands up. Nothing was making sense. It was like when I tried to speak BACK to people in Greek.

"Hold up." I stated. Everyone's eyes turned to me.

"What is Camp Jupiter? Is it like space camp or something?"

Chiron shook his head sadly, a smile still on his face.

"No, Aimee. You know Greek mythology, right? The Roman gods also existed, another side of the Greek ones. You are the daughter of Pheobus Apollo, the Roman form of your father."

I stared at my hands. They glowed, just like usual. I felt uncomfortable surrounded with all the attention now, like I was some freak circus show or something.

"I did try studying Latin once." I mumbled. Tenatively, I spoke.

"Sum tutus, non meus culpa."

"I know that it's not your fault, Aimee. And you're not safe here if you're daughter of the Roman form. Do you have a pegasus yet?"

"Not yet. I was due for one after my probatio-uh, trial period with my mare, Silva Stella."

Brian grunted.

"You named your pegasus in Latin?"

A blush rose to my cheeks.

"Uh, well...yeah."

Taking one last glance at Alex, I cleared my throat.

"Bo auxilium clam, Brian et Aimee...sumus hostae."

Brian's face got a little purple.

"We are not enemies." he insisted. Far away, the dinner bell rang.

"Well!" started Rachel, clapping her hands together, "This is exiting and all, but I'm starving! How about some food?" she finished. Reluctantly, I walked back to the dining pavilion, shaking. Questions bubbled and festered like molten Celestial bronze...or should I say Imperial gold?

I didn't know anymore.