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Chapter Four

The first day of KP with Annabeth with awkward and the tension was thick between them, but they did their job and went about their day, ignoring each other's existence. If they could just do that for the next six days then I might just survive.

The second day of KP was just as quiet and tense. That should have been my first clue that was about to go wrong. I was on my way back to the Poseidon cabin, it was dark as the sun had just gone down and while I could still see vague shapes …. I didn't see them coming.

The first hit was to my head, could've been a staff or a baseball bat or even a tree limb, and my vision went completely black and my ears began ringing. Without my hearing, my vision and in far too much pain and too dizzy to even try getting up, there was no way I could defend myself when they descended on me. I didn't know how many there were or how long they had been beating and kicking me, but I could hear and feel many bones breaking. I curled into a fetal position and tried to protect my head as much as I could, but one of my arms was broken and I could feel wetness on my fingers in my hair.

I was bleeding from my head injury which meant I would soon be suffering from blood loss. I screamed and yelped in cutoff bursts of unending pain and breathlessness.

Loud thuds and shouts drove them off and I was left there. The thudding sounds surrounded me and through my ringing ears I thought I heard the whinnying of the Pegasi and the worried voices of two people. One of them tried to come near me to help but the Pegasi grew agitated. There was another shout and one of them ran off. The other stayed trying to talk the Pegasi from their guard of me.

Idly I realized that Pegasi and horses were the domain of my father and while I had seen them at camp I had never gotten close to them to realize that I could understand them.

"Lordship!"

"Sea Prince!"

"Sea Child!"

"Princeling!"

"How dare they?! The sea will rage for this! Blessed One, you must get to the water!"

I felt warm hands not long after before I finally succumbed to my injuries.

I woke in the lake. I don't know how long I was in there. My injuries were gone. I wasn't sure I wanted to leave the lake. I stayed there trying to gather my courage. I didn't even know who my attackers were. I didn't know who to avoid, who to watch out for.

Eventually my fear turned to anger though and the water around me became choppy and turbulent, churning and raging with my emotions. How dare they make me fear leaving the water! Who did they think they were?!

A naiad approached me through the churning waters, her voice quivering in repressed anger, "We are with you, Blessed One! We will make them fear every drop of water they ever see again!"

I could hear the musical voices of the other naiads as they mutter their approval and make threats against my attackers. I could see that three were carrying pearl necklaces, the one who spoke to me had wrapped hers around her fist, and two others were holding them like I'd seen my brother do his chains when he was particularly irritated and wanting to strangle people.

I couldn't help but giggle hysterically, pleased with their support and while I was still angry that I had been attacked out of nowhere by cowards in the dark, the support and care that I could hear in these beautiful naiads rage for my treatment and the reminder of my brother knocked me out of my own rage and plans of immediate revenge.

What would that get me anyway? Nothing more than a temporary satisfaction. No, they jumped an eight year old child, beating me within an inch of my life and I wouldn't let them get away with it. First, I needed to find out who was involved, then … well I would come up with something. In the meantime, the naiads support and loyalty had surprised me enough to calm myself.

Looking myself over, I found that I had subconsciously chosen the form of a female. I had been a male when I was jumped, too trusting and naïve in the people here. I wouldn't make that mistake again. My female form was more offence than defense, sharp and cutting, quick to attack immediate threats, more brutal when it came to revenge.

These people didn't deserve her male form, so they would get her as a female. Revenge was after all best served cold.

I smirked, as the water around me cooled, churning more slowly, flowing more easily. The naiads came closer, sensing my anger cooling.

The one who spoke to me had short flowing red hair with a pearl clip on one side keeping it from her glowing lavender eyes. Her face was sharp, angular and beautiful. She wore gold arm bands on her biceps and she looked to be wearing a short black chiffon dress that flowed beautifully in the water but didn't really hide much of her figure and wore nothing on her feet but a shiny anklet.

A quick glance at the other four naiads showed them in similar dresses but in different colors.

"I am Aerethia, Blessed One." The one who had spoken her earlier vow to me said, voice musical once again.

"I am Aerilody." She had black hair, black eyes, and wore light blue.

"I am Narilea." She also had black hair, but light nearly white-blue eyes, and wore a nearly see through white chiffon.

"I am Coraeva, young one." She had white hair, green eyes, and wore a very light turquoise chiffon. She seemed more motherly in her anger than Aerethia's fierce, vengefulness.

"I'm Kyva. Can I comb your hair?" She had blond hair, blue eyes, and wore a pink chiffon. She was very obviously younger than the others - maybe around 15, very cheerful - reminding me more of a female Will, and brandishing a pearl covered comb.

My smile was more of a mischievous smirk and my eyes more green than blue when I answered back, "I'm Castor Jackson, but call me Cas."

Kyva floated me onto a large smoothed rock formation and began combing my long black hair. The rock was smooth, soft and cool against my skin but it wasn't enough. My anger was muted but my blood still boiled hot and it was worse when I looked at what I was wearing. I was wearing black leggings, blue jean shorts, socks and my combat boots and that stupid orange 'Camp Half-Blood' t-shirt.

I growled and tore at my clothes no longer feeling comfortable wearing the same shirt as my possible attackers. My new friends let do so without a fuss, while Coraeva swam away with a shout of, "Be right back!"

By the time I was done, I was sitting at the bottom of the lake completely naked and not giving a damn about whether I would get in trouble or not. Or if anybody would see me. I laid my smooth comfortable rock formation and hugged it to my bare chest and sighed. That was better, cooler, less restricting. I didn't feel like tearing out of my skin so much now.

Kyva continued combing my hair as if I hadn't thrown off my clothes in a fit of rage and then hugged a rock like it was a stuffed bear. Aerethia, Aerilody, and Narilea were debating increasingly harsher methods of retaliation and that somehow soothed me.

Coraeva returned not long later with a smaller dark green chiffon dress that felt great against my skin and was thin enough that it didn't stop me from feeling the smooth cooling rock.

Coraeva brushed my hair from where it had floated in front of my face and sighed explosively, "I hate that they've scarred you so, Lady Cas."

I stiffened and slowly sat up, "They did what?"

She grimaced and pulled a small two inch round handheld mirror from her hip pouch and handed it to me. I shakily faced it towards me and looked myself over.

It started from my forehead, ran down the left side of my face, stopping just above my mouth. It was a faint white line as all large injuries healed by the water tended to be, but it was still large. Three jagged lines from my forehead, over my left eye, covering my cheek and branching into my hairline and towards my left ear like lightning. Apparently the only reason I wasn't blind in that eye was because of how quickly waters healed me.

My breath hitched because there was no way I was going to be able to hide such a big scar from my brother but as I stared at it, I wasn't sure I wanted to. My anger was still cold, leaving me rational and calculating. Physical proof that I was attacked.

I watched in the mirror as a mean little smile spread across my face. I looked up and casually handed the mirror back.Coraeva took it stiffly and Kyva looked a little unnerved, but Aerethia, Aerilody, and Narilea looked smug and proud, as if my reaction had confirmed something for them.

Aerethia grinned, eyes sharp, "Let us teach you how a daughter of the sea king responds to attacks like these."

I walked out of the lake three days after the attack barefoot, wearing nothing more than the dark green chiffon dress that flowed, completely dry, in the wind, a decorative silver circlet with black pearls and small shells that hid in my long hair on small chains, a gift from my father or so Aerethia says, and a black pearl and shell anklet, to a welcoming committee.

The Pegasi were the first to catch my attention and I spent a good few minutes stroking them and thanking them.

Then there was Will who didn't even question the change of clothes, just hugged me and whispered how grateful he was that I had healed okay and that I still looked beautiful just a bit more fiercer rather than rabid or savage like. I pinched him and grinned.

Then there was Chiron, who seemed extremely relieved to see me but also a bit wary and careful in speaking to me softly, "Annabeth and Clarisse were the ones to find you and get Will. Mr. D has tracked the culprits down and set them to KP and stable duty, border patrol and in camp boot camp until he decides to release them from it. He has left the choice up to you and your brother whether they'll be expelled from the camp."

He left it at that for the moment, but I could tell he wasn't necessarily happy about the decision. Whether that meant he didn't like the idea of me or my brother making the decision to expel them or whether they hadn't been expelled already I didn't know or care.

I turned to the last two people waiting on me. Annabeth and Clarisse. They both looked relieved to see me healed but also a little sheepish and nervous. I waited for them to say something.

It was a full tense minute of me just starring them down, before Annabeth caved, sobbing, "I'm sorry! I didn't think of what my actions looked like to other people and I'm sorry I did that to your brother.. I swear I didn't want him hurt like that. Oh gods, I'm so glad you're alive and healed! There was so much blood!"

All the sudden it was like I was looking at a girl from another life. Brown bushy hair, tearful brown eyes, too prideful of herself by far, too logical with little to no ability to make friends. Hermione Granger. Esme's best friend. A powerful ache went through me and my gaze softened, "You think too much, Annabeth. Try letting yourself feel more okay? I forgive you."

I smiled as Chiron gathered a sobbing, but happily relieved Annabeth into his arms trying to comfort her.

"Sorry. I know I come off as a bully, but your one of us. They shouldn't have done that and I shouldn't have taken my anger that far with your brother." Clarisse was more composed but no less contrite with her actions, "I'm glad you're okay, Jackson."

A flash of a boy from another life. Red hair, freckles and blue eyes. Low self-esteem but hiding it through angry defensive and often hurtful comments or actions, emotional range of a teaspoon but earnest, loyal and just as quick to use that anger to defend you. Ronald Weasley. Esme's other best friend.

I nod, "Alright, I forgive you. And thank you. Both of you probably saved, if not my life then, at least my left eye."

Will spoke up, throwing his arm around me, "So you're completely healed? No loss of vision or hearing?"

I shook my head but before I could speak there was a cacophony of noise from the border patrols, yelling and screaming, "He's back!"

Our entire group went running for half-blood hill and there my brother was, giant smile on his face as he raced right for me only to stutter to a stop as he saw the scar of my face. Then his eye's flickered to something above my head and I looked up.

A replica of the same mark that claimed my brother was floating above my head. A repeat of the same scene as my brother as father finally claimed me.

"It is determined. Poseidon. Earthshaker.Stormbringer. Lord of Horses. Hail, Castor Jackson. Daughter of the Sea God." Chiron intoned, dutifully and around me everyone except my brother, whose eyes were on the scar on my face, knelt and bowed.

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