A/N: THIS ONE IS FOR YOU ALL. THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME THROUGHOUT THIS WHOLE STORY. THIS PIECE ISN'T QUITE FINISHED, SO THERE WILL BE ANOTHER CHAPTER IN CLAIRE'S POV. THIS CHAPTER ISN'T ALL THAT EITHER, BUT I DON'T THINK IT'S THAT BAD. THANKS FOR YOUR REVIEWS AGAIN, LOVELY READERS.

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Claire's POV

Half goddess, half human: that's what I was told I was. My thoughts? No way, That's crazy, Maybe not that crazy, Maybe just a little believable, It makes sense, It might actually be true, What if it is true?, It must be true, it would be a hard lie to come up with, It is true, all the way to Thank God it's true. Maybe I'm not crazy after all. That would be a relief. For so many years I thought something was wrong with me.

I saw giants swinging around baseball bats and eating other weird creatures, a guy with at least one hundred arms, even colorful old ladies with wings. I didn't mean colorful as in they wear a lot of colors. No, I meant their feathers and wings were a certain color. I'm sorry, but if you don't think that's out of the ordinary, then your life is seriously warped.

They explained it to me when I woke up in the hospital two days after I abandoned my friends and my crush to come to some Camp for an explanation. You might think it's selfish, right? But I don't think you understand. I didn't want to go with them to their camp. At least, not without my other friends. But for all my life, I was seeing these things, these freaks. I only ever told my dad, and every time, he looked at me very worried, and told me that my imagination was even wilder than my mother's.

That always shut me up. I believed my mom died in a car accident right after I was born. Any story that had to do with my mom, I gobbled up, swallowing and digesting each word carefully. Other than for a pendant that no one knows about, those memories are the only things I have left of her.

Anyway, I eventually stopped telling my dad about them. I must have been imagining it. I mean, I was the only person in the world seeing them, and there was no possible explanation as to why I was seeing them. Eventually, I learned not to let my imagination get the best of me. I hardly saw any weird things.

Then, one day when two of my friends came back from their camp, they brought one of the freak creatures. It had one big eye right in the middle of his forehead. I remember shrieking and trying not to let that thing near me. So when Annabeth told me privately that she saw the one eye, too. That they all did, I wavered.

I mean, I had agreed to go with them. But I also privately agreed that I would run away from them as soon as possible. Really, you couldn't blame me. There were explosions everywhere and they were acting plain weird. Well, weirder than usual.

But they saw it too. Finally, finally. The wave of relief that coursed through me couldn't be described as a wave. More like a tsunami. I thought something was mentally wrong with me! But, no!

I was thinking that maybe I should go, just to hear what they had to say. And then I'd run away. Annabeth noticed my unease, like she noticed everything else around her—well almost everything, but that's a whole different story.

"Look, Claire," she'd told me, "I know this is hard for you to believe, but I…I could tell you about your mom."

We had just run away from a burning building and chased with fire balls, but what Annabeth said scared me the most.

"That's impossible! She's dead! My mom—she died."

"Just trust me! I don't know exactly who she is, but I have a pretty good idea."

I opened my mouth to answer. I didn't understand how Annabeth could use my mom against me like that. She should have known how emotional that subject was for me, even though I never knew her. I couldn't believe that Annabeth would go so far as to use my dead mother against me.

Then reason took doubt's place. She wouldn't, that's what. Annabeth was always sharing secrets with Percy, and vice versa. But despite that, she really was a good friend, and she would never in her right mind do anything like that. One thing you should know about Annabeth Chase: she's always in her right mind.

She might be telling the truth, and that was enough. I didn't ask any questions, I just trusted my friend, and put my life in her hands.

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I awoke in a hospital two days later. I remember opening my eyes, seeing sunlight, and closing them back immediately. The pounding in my head didn't agree with the opening of my eyes, much less the sun.

I heard voices coming from the back of me, then the slamming of a door.

"I only hope that she doesn't freak out too much," Annabeth's voice said. "I can't help being nervous. You remember what happened with Nico."

Percy's voice answered, "Come on, Annie. Nico only went all rebellious because I got Bianca killed. No one that Claire loved died." My mother.

"Percy, you did not kill Bianca. Stop it."

To be honest, I was more surprised that Annabeth didn't get mad when Percy called her 'Annie' than when they talk about killing some Bianca chick.

I know it sounds horrible, but I didn't mean to eavesdrop. Seriously! That's why when I thought I was intruding in some personal stuff—the Bianca killing business—I stopped pretending to be asleep.

Remembering the headache I got earlier, instead of trying to move slowly, I threw myself upwards. When I re-thought it, it might have been easier to move slowly.

"Holy Hephaestus, Claire!" Percy exclaimed, cursing.

I hardly heard the rest of him grumbling. I was preoccupied with trying to lower myself back to my pillow without giving myself a migraine. It wasn't easy, in case you're wondering.

Percy was getting up off the ground, where he over-dramatically fell off the mattress and next to Annabeth. Oh my God, he and Annabeth were sitting together. How cute was that?

"Claire," Annabeth said, not as surprised as Percy was. "You're awake. It's usually at least three days. Or maybe that's only for Percy," she added slyly.

"Hey!" he demanded, brushing off his jeans.

She laughed, and I noticed how they were completely at ease. I'd never seen them like that. They were always looking around, or disappearing in the most random moments with a pen and a ruler.

Don't ask me for what. Annabeth probably needed to do some emergency measurement for extra credit in math. Then again, Annabeth didn't need extra credit.

"Do you remember anything?" she cautiously asked me.

"Uh, I remember leaving my friends, and trying to get to your camp, but these really huge things kept following us, and then…nothing."

She looked mildly impressed. "That's more than most people remember, given the concussion you got."

"Yeah, uh, okay," I stuttered. "So, what did happen?"

Annabeth sighed. "This is always so hard to explain."

Percy put his hands behind his neck, and plopped himself down on the mattress.

"Good luck, then."

Annabeth hit his shoulder. "You're not helping!"

"Annabeth," Percy said very seriously, "if you don't know where to start, what on Olympus makes you think I will know?"

Annabeth put her head in her hands; I let out a dry laugh.

"You two are weird."

"Okay. Okay. Claire, I'm going to explain this to you. Don't ask any questions until I'm done."

I nodded to let her know I would abide by her rules. By now I was getting seriously curious. I could handle keeping my mouth shut for a while.

"Alright, well, you know the stories about the Greek Gods."

"Yeah, that's all you and Percy talk about."

She gives me a look.

"Sorry. Go on."

"Well, what if I told you all of that was real? They're not myths, and they still exist today. Some of the gods come down every so often and have children with mortals—non-godly people. Their kids are called half-bloods or demigods. Percy and I are demigods. You know my dad. He's mortal but my mom is Athena, goddess of Wisdom. Percy's mom—Sally, remember?—is his mortal parent. His dad is Poseidon."

"Yeah, the most coolest god ever!"

"Whatever, Percy. Claire?"

I blinked. "You're kidding, right?" It had to be the most bizarre thing I'd ever heard.

"You wish," Percy smiled. "You should've seen me when I found out! Well, actually it wasn't that hard for me to believe. 'Cause, you see, when I first came to Camp, my mom brought me. Except the Minotaur came after us and kidnapped her and gave her to Hades. I didn't even have time to process it! I had to go find Zeus' lightning bolt, Hades' helm thing, and my mom. When you think about it, I have a rough childhood!"

"Percy, please, be quiet. She needs time."

In fact, I didn't need time. I wanted to know more.

"So, I'm half goddess? Since my dad is…mortal?"

"That's right," Annabeth confirmed.

"So my mom is alive?"

"Affirmative," contributed Percy.

"Then, who is she? Can I meet her?" I was bubbling with excitement. I got to meet my mom? Best day ever!

"We don't know yet. You'll have to wait until she claims you. Until then, you stay in the Hermes cabin."

"Okay, okay," I brushed her off. My mom would claim me soon enough, anyway. "But when she does claim me, I can meet her?"

Even Percy's smile dropped from his face.

"Claire," began Annabeth. "The gods are always really busy. Lots of times they don't even have time to claim their kids, much less visit them."

I felt the smile I had on my face fade. Chances are, my mom wouldn't even remember me. I haven't done anything specific to earn her attention, anyway.

"Don't feel bad," Percy said. "I've found the lightning bolt, helm of darkness, golden fleece, held the sky, saved her," he jabbed a finger at Annabeth, "destroyed the labyrinth, and I've met my dad less than five times." His eyebrows knitted together in concern. "Wow, harsh , Dad."

"Oh," I replied half-heartedly. "Okay then."

"It's a lot to process, but you'll be used to it soon. Don't worry."

She grabbed Percy's hand and lugged him upward, only to drop his hand immediately, red faced. I cocked my head to the side. I understood about earlier, seeing as they almost kissed, but they used to hold hands all the time. Something must have happened between them. Something intimate. I made it my job to find out as soon as I got over this whole mess.

"Another thing," Annabeth announced, spinning around, "Stop saying 'Oh My God' so much. The gods get offended and jealous really quickly. They act like real babies at times."

Thunder grumbled outside.

"Oh, shut up. Come on, Perce."

They left me in the hospital. The last thing I heard was their laughter echoing outside, where it still hurt to look due to the sun. I leaned my head on the wall behind my back, and I allowed the tears to flow down my cheeks. I wondered if my dad knew.

She was alive. My mom was alive.