Okay! Sorry guys, this chapters kinda short, but I was really busy today, but felt you guys deserved a chapter! So here ya go!

Virtual hugs to: Meepmeep123, Vivi007, The Avian-Olympian, Speechless, Sam Joy Jackson, Amanda, m1h1r, Milocat, Musical Dream, and Complicated-Little-Jellie

That's SOOOO many people guys! AH! Made my life! And I think this was the best bunch of reviews!

Replies to reviews:

Meepmeep123: Thank you! And yes, it is! :DDD

Vivi007: Ha, yeah I thought about that, but then Lena would freak out and I'm saving that for later. ;) And YAY! It's been one of those author-dreams of mine to have a couple people 'ship' and make a name like 'percabeth' or, what you said, 'Zena'! And thank you! I though people would. Most people I think try to update every week. I'm just gonna do whatever I can, but since school starts TOMORROW *breaks down into awful sobs* I may slow a LITTLE bit (Especially since I may have to work on my other story Here We Are, I Guess, which has gotten so many requests to continue, and I wanna do my series of one-shots), but I'll try my very hardest. Good news, I have like NO social life so more writing time! YAY! ;)

The Avian-Olympian: Ha. She's 16 and a half-ish now. She would have been ten-eleven-ish. And I'm glad your feeling better! A great reviewer like yourself can't be sick! No, it cannot be! And yeah, Zack wouldn't fight Lena, he cares to much. Lena, on the other hand, doesn't hesitate, but that's kinda a reflex. ;) And thank you very much!

Speechless: I agree. I want a book to make me laugh out loud and break down into tears. I strive really hard to convey true emotion and I'm really glad you feel it! That means so much! And I'll keep up the work as long as I have great readers like you guys!

Amanda: Don't cry! Here you go!

m1h1r: Thank you!

Complicated-Little-Jellie: I really don't. Should I? Haha.

My favorite thing was that I got a couple new reviewers. (Though you multiple-time reviewers, keep reviewing. ;) )

Hey, so if your ever lacking some of this, I've got some GREAT songs that just capture the characters PERFECTLY.

For Lena: The Hunger by Fireflight (Kind of talks about how she knows she loves Zack, but doesn't really want to...not sure how to explain)

For Zack: Absolutely (Story of a Girl) by Nine Days (This one kinda tells Zack's perspective of Lena)

Just YouTube them or whatever. :)

I'll update tomorrow. :)

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The car ride to my motel, I was a wreck. Tears fell from my face and I shouted at any driver or pedestrian who came in sight. Thunder shouted above my head, leaving me to wonder if Zeus had discovered I was in his front yard.

When I got to my room I sprinted inside and slammed the door behind me, probably heard throughout the entire motel. I pressed my back against the door and listened to my stuttered breaths.

Finally, the shudders took over and I slid down to the ground. I wrapped my arms around my knees and hid my head behind my legs.

I then proceeded to sob.

I don't think I had fully sobbed since a couple weeks after my parents death. After that one night of mourning, I told myself there was no productivity in sobbing. It was a useless and emotionally painful action.

I wasn't even sure why I was crying.

All my life I had had this...shell, or wall. Whenever anything painful neared it, I simply blocked it out, and moved swiftly away. In nearly six years, nothing had penetrated that shell, that wall. Now suddenly a stupid son of Zeus had left me a blubbering child.

I had seen sobbing on TV, of course. Though only briefly. Whenever I did I would scoff and either change the channel or turn the TV off, mentally proclaiming the person weak.

After I-had-no-clue how long I just sat there and concentrated on my breathing. I pushed my hair back out of my face and held it like that.

Oh, how at that moment I had wished for a mom or even a dad to tell me what to do. Even if the advice was wrong, at least it would give me a starting point.

A thought crossed my mind.

No, I'm not gonna do it.

For a moment, my thumb went between my teeth.

No. I told myself I wouldn't.

I caved.

I sprang up and yanked the door open. I sprinted outside where rain had begun to fall. It's was cold, freezing in fact, but the water revitalized me, made me feel better. I was shaking less in fact. I ran to my car and fumbled with the lock on my trunk door. After three tries it finally unlocked and I shoved it open. I pushed past the large pile of various weapons, both demigod and mortal, to a small box in the back. It was just an old shoebox. Nothing special, yet when it was handed to me when I was nine, I held it like it was a bomb. I had never opened it.

Now I was.

Grabbing the box and throwing the trunk door back in place, I sprinted back inside, trying to shield the box as much as possible.

By the time I was inside, I was soaked.

I speed walked to the couch and placed the box gingerly on the table in front of me.

After a moment of hesitation, I flew the cover off. I looked down, unsure what to expect. I pulled out the first thing I saw. To first glance, it appeared to be a husk of some sort, I then realized it was a horn.

It was the Minotaur's horn.

I remembered my father telling me about it.

"It was my first real monster fight. I had fought a monster before, but this one...this one was different," he told me.

"Was it scary?" I asked in that high pitched seven-year old voice I had.

He nodded. "Terrifying."

"Tell me about it!" I pleaded, wanting to hear more stories about how great my parents were.

He smiled slightly, but his eyes darkened again. "I don't think you wanna hear that story, my little Dolphin. It's not a fairy tale."

"Please, daddy?"

He sighed and I knew I had won. "Alright. I was twelve and I knew nothing about who I was, not really at least. Earlier that year I had fought a Kindly One, but Chiron, who had disguised himself as a teacher at my school, had made everyone think that teacher had never existed. But this, as I said, was different.

"I was at Montauk, you remember Montauk right?" I nodded. "Well, I was there when a hurricane struck, completely out of season. Then my friend Grover showed up."

I clapped. I had met grover before and liked him very much, I had found his goat qualities very amusing. "Yay! Grover!"

My father smiled weakly. "Yeah, well, you could say I was beyond shock when I discovered he was part goat. Afterwards, they drove me to camp, but I still had no idea what was going on. Then the Minotaur attacked and our car was struck by lightening." My dad chuckled. "It was my old step-father's. I didn't feel even a little bad. He was awful.

"Anyway, the Minotaur attacked and Grover was unconscious yelling 'Food!'" I smiled, but my dad had little humor in his voice. "After a bit, the Minotaur had grabbed my mother and turned her to dust. I thought she had died." My dad looked so distraught. I put my hand on his shoulder and leaned in. My dad looked down at me and smiled.

"What happened next?"

"Well, I jumped on top of the Minotaur somehow and ripped off its horn. I fell to the ground and it charged me. I then stabbed it with its own horn and it returned to Tartarus."

At seven years old, I had understand most everything in the monster world. I knew the names of most monsters and I understood the whole can be killed/can't die concept with monsters. Seven years old. I knew that had hurt my parents so much to rob me of my childhood so soon.

With a reminiscing smile, I set the horn down. Next I pulled out two envelopes, each had one of my parents name on them, and my own. I opened the one that said: PERCY, TO: MY LITTLE DOLPHIN, SILENA on it. I saw it was a letter. I put it back and set it, along with the one from my mother, down, vowing to read it later.

Next was a stack of photos held together by a rubber band. I glanced through them. They started when my parents were about twelve, to just before I had learned the truth.

There was one of them twelve. My parents were walking side-by-side and my mother was dripping wet. I doubted they knew their photo was taken.

Another was the two of them at what looked like a chariot race. My father appeared to be trying to tell my mother something, but she just looked angry. Again, I doubted they knew they were being photographed.

Next was another chariot race, but they were posing in front of their horse-drawn chariot, arms around each others shoulders. I remembered this one. They loved this one.

Next appeared to be taken after a battle at camp. Demigods were lying on the ground, appearing to be taken care of. My mother and father kind of stood off to the side, looking distraught.

The next appeared to be after another battle, except my parents face were wide with smiles. As if the weight of the world was finally off their shoulders.

Then a picture of them sitting and talking on a picnic bench. Then one of them kissing on said picnic bench. I smiled. That was when they had gotten together.

The next few made me laugh. They were on campers shoulders, both of their faces red. Then they were dumped. The next one, you could vaguely make out their shapes in the water, showing no interest in coming up soon.

After that, there were a couple of pictures of regula couple-ish photos.

Next there was this photo of my mother sitting on the beach, staring into the ocean, her eyes filled with sadness. I knew instantly this was when my father had been taken.

After that there was this photo that Jason, Leo, and Piper were sitting, smiling. I guessed they had just come back from their quest. You could see my mother though, in the background, glaring at Jason.

Then there was a photo of the Seven, arm in arm, smiling wide, though each set of eyes had immense sadness in them. They had won, yet they had lost so much.

More couple photos.

Then some of my parents getting married, my mother pregnant, and me as a child. The photos went up to my fifth birthday.

I set the photos down, feeling raw with emotion. The final item was a disk.

It was a DVD.