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III
Jane
I didn't step past the tree and sign.

First of all, this was so much to take in. I didn't have faith in this 'Percy', but contrary to what I believe, Sydney was taking this all relatively easy, and trusted Percy completely. I couldn't figure out how, because you don't always find out that one of your parents is a god/goddess that often by a strange boy who rescued you from a monster. Now, Percy and Sydney both want me to come into a strange camp for demigods, at least, from what I concluded from the evidence presented. I wasn't ready to believe in Percy yet, but I stepped in.

Sydney smiled smugly, then looked at me. "I knew you'd do it."

I sighed, but decided to say nothing in response. I was about to ask Percy what we were going to now, when a girl who was about Percy's age came up the hill we were on. She had curly blonde hair, with naturally tan skin. She was tall and athletic, and looked like a stereotypical blonde from California, except for the fact that she had stormy grey eyes. She wore a shirt like Percy's, shorts, and black converse.

When she came up the hill, she immediately spoke to Percy.

"Seaweed Brain! Where did you go?!"

Percy coughed, then pointed at Sydney and I. Sydney smiled at the girl, and held out her hand.

"Nice to meet you!"

I sighed at how...EXCITED she was about this. I just couldn't find her enthusiasm. Whether it was my own stubbornness NOT to believe in everything or my personality, I knew it just wasn't there.

The girl shook Sydney's hand and introduced herself. "I'm Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, counselor of Cabin Six, head architect of Olympus."

Sydney struggled to find words. I was wondering why she was taking so long, she only had to say her name. Instead, she made an elaborate introduction for herself, as Annabeth did. "I'm Sydney Evans, from New York, head of...being attacked by monsters?"

Percy smiled at that, but it quickly faded. Annabeth, on the other hand, didn't even move, and I could tell something was up at the mention of monsters. Ever since I was little, while I didn't show much emotion myself, I could tell whenever someone was troubled, even if they hid it well. Now that I know I'm part god, maybe that's a power I inherited from my father or mother...

But I don't know.

Annabeth turned to me. She studied me, and then said, "I need to ask you two questions. One, what is your name? Two, do you remember your mother or father?"

I sat there, trying to speak. The memory of my mother was one...one I thought I would never revisit again, even though I do everyday. The memory of her lifeless...her breathing...gone.. The memory of my father...well, I never knew him/

"My mother."

Annabeth frowned. I knew she had a theory on whom my mother would've been. She then turned to Percy, whom I also guessed was close to her. Well, she was, but closer then I expected. She kissed him.

It honestly didn't surprise me much, a girl like her with a boy like him.

Percy was good looking. So it was only natural he'd get the 'girl'. I was about to say something to get their attention, but Annabeth pulled away herself and slapped him. I heard it from where I was standing, and I could hear the slap as she, well, slapped him. Very unexpected, seeing as she was completely calm (or so it seemed) a few seconds ago.

"SEAWEED BRAIN! I thought something had happened to you! You didn't leave a note, you didn't tell me ANYTHING!"

Percy looked at his screaming, I assumed, girlfriend. He looked utterly confused, as if he didn't know what to say about what she said, and the fact that she had just completely dropped the conversation she was having with us. He finally managed out weakly, "At least I rescued those two...?"

It came out sounding more like a question than an argument.

Annabeth sighed, and glanced at us, then said, "Do you know what hill your on?"

We both shook our heads.

"That's it, Percy, I'm their tour guide now. I don't care if you rescued them, you're a horrible guide. You could've told them all that they needed on the way here. Oh, and warn me if you're going to do something IDIOTIC like that again."

She focused on us now. She looked Sydney over this time, as if she was judging her, gathering information, like she did me.

"Sydney, can I ask, do YOU remember your mother or father?"

Sydney raised an eyebrow, then frowned. "I remember my father. You asked Jane the SAME thing. Are you making theories on who could be our godly parent or something? If so, how can you gather information from our LOOKS? And why'd you say 'remember?' It's not as if..."

She trailed off. I felt my eyes burning, so I looked away.

"Listen," Annabeth continued, "I did have some theories. You can sometimes speculate which goddess or god is a demigod's parent judging from their looks and other traits. For example, almost all of the Athena children have blonde hair and grey eyes. I said remembered because I don't know whether your mortal parent died or not."

"Oh."

I kept quiet. I wasn't exactly ready to accept all of this. If I was a demigod, why didn't my godly parent help me in my times of need? It wasn't something I wanted to reveal just yet, but why didn't my godly parent save my mother? GODLY means they have exceptional abilities, so my father could've saved her! Another part of me knew the answer. The gods have individual powers meaning they all couldn't have saved her. Annabeth mentioning mortal parents dying brought back the memories I held on to everyday, but that I tried to push away.

Here I was, making a tragic story. I was sure there was demigods who had worse back stories than I did.

I sighed, then muttered, "So, what are we doing now Annabeth?"

She first turned to Percy, who was still standing there, and made a 'shoo' motion with her hand. He pouted at her, but then jogged down the hill. Then she faced me again, her stormy eyes judging. She then remarked, "I suppose we could go and see Chiron now."

"Chiron? Like the centaur?" Sydney spoke up, a confused look on her face.

I frowned at her. "You know about the myths?"

She nodded, her voice defensive. "I know a little. They're not myths, either."

She'd been acting strange since she had her 'episode' in the car. I'd began to wonder if her black out had something to do with powers, considering she did after we talked about having special powers.

Annabeth interrupted my thoughts. "Yes, like the centaur. He trains us demigods here at Camp Half-Blood, as Lupa, the Roman wolf goddess trains Roman demigods at the Wolf House."

I tried to make sense of what she said. Unlike Sydney, apparently, I didn't know much about the myt-about reality, which sounds strange to say.

"So...what's the difference between Roman demigods and Greek demigods? Oh, why isn't it snowing? "

"Did Percy tell you ANYTHING Jane?" Annabeth sighed. "The gods have both Roman and Greek forms. Depending on which form they're in at the time they meet your mortal parent, and well, you know, you are born with different qualities. For example, if you're a Roman demigod, you're able to understand Latin, while if you're Greek you're able to understand Greek. It's not snowing because of the borders, which is guarded by that dragon. It never snows or rains unless otherwise commanded."

She pointed, and I noticed the dragon was guarding a tree with a golden fleece, which I recognized as The Golden Fleece. I knew enough about the myths to know it had great power.

Sydney opened her mouth to ask something else, but Annabeth stopped her. "You'll learn more about it whenever you meet Chiron. Just make sure to tell him that you know what Percy and I told you so far when we get there."

We began walking down the hill towards the camp. As I'd seen earlier, there were demigods, apparently, in orange shirts. A few cabins with different designs. Something that looked like an arena in the distance, a rock climbing wall, flying horses...the list was endless. To top it all off, a big blue farm house sat proudly watching over the camp, which was what we were heading towards. I suddenly had a feeling something was going to be revealed up there, I just wasn't sure what.

We climbed the wooden stairs leading to the porch (it was only about three steps), and the smell of the wood hit me. The wrap around deck creaked as we walked on it. As we got closer to a table, I spotted a man who had somewhat of a 'beer belly', a few others, and a man in a wheelchair. They were sitting at the table, playing a card game that looked like pinochle.

"So.." Sydney began. "Where's Chiron?"

Annabeth pointed at the man in the wheelchair as we got closer to them. "There. Now, wait a minute. Chiron! We have some new campers."

The man in the wheelchair turned to us. I was confused, considering Chiron was supposed to be part horse, and I didn't see any horse. He, Chiron, had a blanket over his...er, legs, a stubbly beard, and thinning brown hair. His dark eyes were intense, yet warm and comforting. I was about to ask where his..HORSE part was whenever he held up his hand.

"No need to ask," he said, then proceeded to stand up. As he did, he...well, let's just say that whenever he stood up he was a white stallion. "What are your names?"

Before we could respond, the man with the somewhat beer belly spoke. "Great, two more of these brats we have to deal with."

I studied the man over, considering he didn't seem to nice and I wanted to remember him in the future. His hair was so black it had the appearance of being purple, his watery blue eyes were bloodshot. His shirt was an unpleasant tiger striped, Hawaiian style. One look at him, and I knew instantly he was an alcoholic. All my time on the streets had taught me to identify drug addicts, alcoholics, and others who could cause me any trouble.

Chiron looked at the man. "Now, Dionysus, remember it's your duty to care for these campers. Now that the gods have opened Olympus again, you still have to work for your sentence."

I glanced at Annabeth, and she mouthed 'later'. Sydney, whom I could tell was gathering the same information I had gathered from Dionysus, finally spoke up again.

"Dionysus, like the god of wine? Why is he here? Oh, I'm Sydney, and this is Jane, er, Chiron."

She was acting different. Then I really took into account what Chiron and Sydney had said. I knew enough about the myths to understand that Olympus was the gods er, home, and it was on a mountain. So, how can a MOUNTAIN be opened...then again, this was Greek Mythology. Dionysus, A GOD, was here at camp? Why? This really puzzled me, which explained why I was in denial, but it had faded now. I tried to come up with solutions, but Chiron began to speak, and distracted me (dumb ADHD).

"Well, Sydney, Dionysus is here to watch over these campers because he went after a off limits wood-nymph. The Olympians are no longer housed in Olympus, Jane, explaining why Olympus was closed for a certain...period."

When he mentioned that, Annabeth's expression became darker. I began to wonder how Chiron knew my questions (I also scolded myself for thinking something that had an obvious solution), but stopped when Chiron continued.

"Now, I'll show you the welcoming video for new campers as yourselves, and then we will talk more. Follow me, and we will go."

Sydney said to Chiron, "Before we go, Percy mentioned about demigods having...powers. They get them from their godly parent, I think..so, can I tell you something?"

Chiron nodded, but said nothing.

I was curious on what she had to say, as it could pertain to her blackout. Annabeth looked as curious as me.

Sydney sighed, then spoke once more. "When I was younger, before...before I left my dad, I went to kindergarten in Manhattan. We moved there when I was born, so I used to navigating the city, but my dad came with me for once. He dropped me off at my school, and everything went normal. Keep in mind, this is summer. So, we went out to recess, and...well, I touched the fence around our playground. It was hot, at first, but when I touched it, it became EXTREMELY cold. I've left some details out, of course to save time, but you get it. I think the cold was caused...by me."

My mouth was hanging open. She never told me this! That her dad...I thought he had died, like...my mother. She had just left him. He could be out there, searching for his daughter! Anger boiled up inside of me. I wanted to scream. She knew she had powers that could've helped us with the monsters, she'd left a father...I felt betrayed. I felt hurt.

I was about to yell, Chiron was about to talk, when snow fell. SNOW. I mean, it was winter, but as Annabeth had said, the borders kept it from snowing 'unless otherwise commanded'. So obviously, the snow was quite surprising. Sydney whimpered slightly, but above her head a snowflake loomed. It wasn't an actual snowflake, it was more projected. It had a whitish grey color, and glowed slightly. The sun reflected through it also, which could explain the glowing. I tried to think of a goddess who had the power of snow, whenever Annabeth whispered, "Khione."

Chiron looked at Sydney, shocked. "That's...Khione...you shouldn't...that's nearly forbidden."

Sydney held her hand up to the snow, and as soon as the flakes landed on her skin, they formed a ball of snow and ice in her palm. I wanted to say something, but suddenly, a memory came back to me. I was wrong...

Then everything went black, the last thing I saw was the ceiling fan above me.


My dreams were memories.

I was in a car, raindrops on the windshield. I listened to the rhythmic pattern of the windshield wipers, silence throughout the car. Beside me, my mother sat quietly.

Her name was Katherine Ann Bishop, and she was my only family besides an uncle, a few cousins, an aunt, and our dog, Kip. She had blonde hair that was wavy, kept in a ponytail. Her blue eyes focused on the road, which was leading up to a bridge now. She was still in her nursing scrubs, considering she had to leave work to pick me up from my 3rd grade class. I was barely nine, and I'd already caused more trouble than most teens.

My mother finally spoke. "Why did you do it, sweetheart?"

Her voice was quiet, and I didn't know how to respond. I looked out the window at Vancouver, where we were heading. Home. I then looked at the river underneath of the bridge that we were driving on, trying to think of an answer. She was asking about why I'd punched a boy, and I knew why.

"Because he teased me about not having a dad."

My mom bit her lip. I knew she didn't like that I grown up without a father. I didn't like it either. I've always wondered where he went, or if he's dead. It pained me to think about it, and whenever the boy teased me, I couldn't take it anymore. So I punched him.

My mother was about to speak, whenever it happened. The other car slammed into ours, pushing us off the bridge. I barely remember falling towards the river, the water approaching us at a rapid pace. When we hit the water, I remember screaming. It's what caused my secret fear of water, those moments. My mother was still alive, and she unbuckled me. She wanted me safe. The car flooded fast, leaving me and her to drown. I remember trying to wake her up, crying underwater, before everything went black.

I woke up frightened, paramedics around me. The car's headlights were still shining in the water, and a few feet away from me was my mother, whom was not moving.

Or breathing.

Tears poured out of my eyes, the paramedics soothing me, helping me.. I stood up and ran. Grief. Tears. Blood. Anger. I ran, the paramedics chasing after me. Yelling for me. I ran, not stopping. She was gone. My mother was gone. I'd lost her so fast, it was hopeless for me. How I was still alive, I didn't know. I just wish she was also. I ran faster than I ever have, trying to get away.

I hid under the bridge after a while. The paramedics must've went back, because I no longer heard them. I sat there, crying myself to sleep. That was the first place I slept when I became homeless. It was also the first place I fought a monster.

The dream shifted. I was now eleven, the age when I met Sydney. I was in Brooklyn, far from where I was born and raised, Vancouver. I was no longer the little girl who cried herself to sleep out of grief and barely defended of monsters. Now I was the girl who was strong, stole for survival, the girl who fought off monsters with ease. The girl who held her emotions in.

Then I met her.

Sydney was like me, when I'd first ran away. I found her sobbing, alone, sitting. Cold, hungry, and alone. Considering it was February, she probably would be grateful for food, shelter, and warmth, all of which I could provide to some extent. So, I went over to her.

"Hi, I'm Jane."

She looked up at me, her blue eyes bright from tears, her cheeks streaked with them. She took a shaky breath, then muttered, "Sydney. I'm Sydney."

I nodded. "It's okay," I sat across from her. "Listen, how old are you, and how long has it been since you ran away?"

Sydney coughed a little. "I'm eleven, and it's been three days."

She'd been at this for three days, and I've been at it for three years. I was going to help her. I promised myself I would. Why I did, I wasn't sure, but she reminded me of myself. Maybe that's why. I assumed she'd lost all of her family, considering she was crying, and homeless now. I knew there could be other reasons, but my mind automatically assumed that.

"Okay, Sydney. I'm going to help you. Get you food, warmth, and shelter, okay?"

She nodded gratefully. "Thank you so much!"

"Here," I took off my worn grey leather jacket and pulled off my black hoodie, both of which I had stolen, and gave it to her, considering she was wearing only a tee shirt.

She was about to speak, when she screamed, pointing, "IT'S ONE OF THEM!"

I turned to look, and behind me, was a hellhound. It pounced on me, and I didn't have time to react. It began to attack, clawing me, and I managed to get a glimpse at Sydney. She was yelling, and she raised her hand. Next thing I know, the hellhound is frozen. Sydney froze it...

I stood, panicking.

I was about to ask what had happened, what she did, when I collapsed. I woke up later, Sydney begging for me to wake.

I'm glad I did.


I barely remember being rushed into the...infirmary is what Chiron said. I didn't hear much after that, I fell back into unconsciousness.


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