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"Laila, Grace, I think I know who your parents are," I yelled, just as Chiron said the same thing.

Grace POV

Wow. That was weird. They both said the same thing at the same time. Creepy.

"Nico, what a surprise! I didn't know that you were helping these two out," Chiron said.

"Yeah, I know. Who did you think their parents were?"

"I am pretty sure that Laila's mother is Nike and Grace's mother is Hecate. What did you think?"

"I asked Annabeth what she thought, and she said the same. I went to go check with Lou and Victoria, though, afterwards. They both said that it seemed pretty likely that Grace's mom is Hecate and Laila's mom is Nike."

"And cue the fangirling," I muttered under my breath so only Luke, who was standing right next to me could hear. He chuckled, and, as I expected, Laila got extremely excited.

"Nike? As in goddess of victory?! Nike is my mom? How cool is that?! And Grace! Your mom is Hecate! She's the goddess of magic! That explains so much! Like the forcefield! And the scary statues!" She squealed loudly, and Nico brought his hands up to cover his ears.

"Is she always like this?" he asked me.

"Pretty much," both Luke and I said at the same time.

"But wouldn't that mean that we're all related?" she said looking right at Nico, I elbowed her to make sure she wouldn't completely space out staring at him.

"Technically, yes, but we feel like we're not because we're all so different and the godly part doesn't really count since gods don't exactly have DNA like humans and us demigods do," he said.

"Okay, good," she said quietly, which was a feat for Laila.

"We'll take you two to your respective cabins now," Chiron said, as proper as ever.

Laila couldn't stop talking on our way over. She kept wondering was it would look like and how the other people in our cabins would be like. Nico slightly cringed when she mentioned that. I wondered why.

Finally, we arrived at my cabin. As if by magic, a girl appeared outside.

"Nico!" When she saw him deep in conversation with Laila, she narrowed her eyes. Great. So my half sister was one of those girls. She flitted over to Nico's side and grabbed his arm. "Hello, sweetie," she said pointedly. A crestfallen expression appeared on Laila's face.

Nico gingerly pried her hand off his arm and slowly replied, "Hello Lou. And how many times do I have to tell you that I am not your 'sweetie?'" he rhetorically asked.

"Until you finally give in, honey," she replied, giggling.

Nico cleared his throat awkwardly. "This is your half sister, Grace," he said pointing to me. She looked me over once. I could automatically tell that she didn't like me.

"So nice to meet you," she said to me in her annoying nasal voice. "Who is this?"

"I'm Laila." Laila's eyes were narrowed like those of a jungle cat ready to attack Lou. I'm sure no one but Nico would have been surprised if a cat fight did start.

"That's nice, dear," she said flippantly. She turned her attention back to Nico. "So, honey bunches—"

"I really need to go! Um... I have to.. uh... clean my room before tomorrow's inspection! Bye, " he said hurriedly before running off as fast as he could. I honestly was not surprised. I would have done the same.

Lou looked back at us.

"If you ever, and I mean ever try to get close to my Nico, I will skin you and turn you into a pair of shoes," she said looking at Laila. "And as for you, Grace," she spat, distastefully, but was interrupted by another girl walking up.

"Lou, stop harassing the new campers," she said. Lou huffed and stormed off. "I'm Victoria," she said, sticking out her hand. "You must be Grace and Laila."

"Victoria is your half sister, Laila," Luke said.

"Really? I've never had a sibling or anyone like a sibling before," she chirped. "This is going to be so much fun!"

It was at this time the boy that had seemed mad at us at breakfast was walking by, Victoria took off at a speed that was comparable to Nico's to catch up to him, shouting "Ethan! Ethan! Wait up!"

He took one look back to see who was calling him, then his eyes went comically wide, and he ran away even faster.

I shook my head. "Crazy half sisters," I muttered.

"No offense, but I really don't like your sister," Laila said.

"None taken. I don't like her all that much either." Lou had gone off to look for Nico, and I was glad to be spared from being in her presence. "Do you want to go see the lake that we saw earlier?"

"Well, we could do that or go to the arena," she offered, her eyes wide. "I want to see the fighting!"

"Of course you do, Laila. We could practice too!" I was excited to try out my new dagger. "Lets get going. Race you?"

"Like you'll be able to beat me, Casperina," she laughed and ran off.

Casperina? I thought. Where does she get these ideas? I shook my head and ran off after her.

She won; I made a mental note to never race her again. Or to bet against her in general.

We walked into the Arena not really knowing what to expect, but I was positive that Laila almost fainted when she saw Nico engaged in battle with someone. I couldn't tell who he was fighting, but I could tell that he was mildly attractive.

"Laila, that's Nico." I pointed out, she elbowed me.

"I can see that. Should I go talk to him?" she asked. "After their fight is over, that is."

"I think you should. Unless you're too chicken," I baited her as if we were in elementary school.

At that point the sword from the other guy flew towards us and landed right at our feet.

"Nice one, di Angelo, probably scared these poor girls out of their minds." When I actually saw the face of who was speaking, I got a little weak in the knees. It was the boy I had spoken to at breakfast, Ethan, going by what Victoria had said. Except now he was about 10 times hotter because of the hot weather and the way his muscles were flexed and the sweat made his t-shirt cling to his skin.

"Sorry girls, I'm sure Nico had no intention of nearly severing any limbs," he said. Nico probably had that irritated expression on his face, but I wouldn't know. I couldn't take my eyes off of Ethan.

"I'm sure you didn't, but Grace and I were hoping for some lessons on how to use our weapons, if that's alright with you, Nico," she said then elbowed me, noticing that my eyes were locked on Ethan.

"Yeah, yup. What she said." Nico rolled his eyes.

"Ethan, maybe you could help Grace and I'll help Laila," he offered.

"Sounds like a good idea, di Angelo. I don't think you'd be able to handle the both of them anyways, so I'll take this pretty thing off your hands," he said, then winked at me. I felt the blood rush up to my face as I made some sort of squeaking noise. Ethan chuckled. "Let's get started."

I looked back at Laila and made the SOS face. I didn't think I'd be able to survive an entire training session with Ethan without either making a fool out of myself or hurting myself. Laila, in turn, made the just-be-confident face and then turned her attention to Nico. I guess I was on my own this time.

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