Sup fellow Percy fan-girls/guys. :)

Bad news: I came home sick today. :(

Good news: I had time to write a really good, much longer chapter! :) I'll also update at least one other story, possibly this one again.

Also, I didn't have morning practice today! YAY WEDNESDAY! Only day I don't have to get up before the f***ing sun. Only day I have off all week (besides today due to illness) is Sunday.

I have a new appreciation for Sunday. :)

This chapter was so much fun to write! :D And I'm looking forward to writing about them at Camp Half-Blood!

So many reviews and such! Made me so happy! :D Which is awesome cuz I feel like shit.

VIRTUAL HUGS TO: Meepmeep123, Guest, The Avian-Olympian, storm35-50, LoveNeverFails24, mrpuppy, storm35-50 (twice?), Amanda, and Pokemonchen

AH! SO MANY!

I loved how many of you ranted about PJ movie with me! All of my close friends have READ the books, but they aren't CRAZY ASS FAN-GIRLS like I am. Ya know?

Cool news guys! I think I got my Foods I teacher to read PJO! She said she was gonna go to library to get em today! HAHAHAHA!

REPLIES:

Meepmeep123: haha! Here you are! RIGHT? My friends gonna be so pissed at me by the end of the movie if I manage to convince her to come with me. ;) And yeah. The chick who played Glimmer, or, if you're lame like me, you might recognize her as Rose or whatever from Wizards of Waverly Place. The angel chick? Yeah. Her. Like...LEGIT? COME ON! And right? Seriously, they left out SO MANY DETAILS! The pact? The prophecy? And the movie, the whole plot was the damn pearls. In the book it was like 'Here, have some pearls. Don't trust them, but you'll need them. Have fun, try not to die.' AND RANT AWAY!

Guest: Ha! I know. I suck. :) And right? I first saw it and thought it was great cuz it's solely PJO, then I saw it again and I'm like "This is f***ing awful." AND RIGHT? REMAKE PLEASE! Did anyone else think Olympus looked like Hogwarts? Of course, the director was HP's director. I completely agree with everything you said. And I get you. Read above. Only Jackson-Head or whatever among my friends. But I preach to them anyways.

The Avian-Olympian: Good question...I would think not... :/

Storm35-50: Ha! I liked two things. 1) The ONLY PART BETTER IN THE MOVIE (in my opinion) was the Lotus Casino scene. It seemed more dangerous in the movie. Ya know? SOme of you may hate me for saying that, but thats my opinion. 2) I love Grovers line 'Oh great, home of my least favorite type of music. YEE-HA!' Cuz, no offence, I don't like Country Music. I only like Taylor swift which my dad calls the 'Gate-way drug into the world of country'. ;) And yeah, Hydra=book 2. Supposedly, I saw a person casted for the Manticore and I'm like "DUDES! THATS THE THIRD BOOK!" And I loved the arch scene in book! And the 'Tunnel of Love' part! AND THEY CUT THEM! UGG!

Storm35-50 (again): YES! That's his name. Yeah, he's Dionysus I think. And I think he's kinda funny, Not Percy Sarcastic-cracks-jokes funny. But...I don't know...he still kinda makes me laugh a little. And I agree. Except for Percy. I'm not sure that they could of gotten much closer (excluding the DAMN AGE DIFFERENCE!). And, of course, PERCY has green eyes, sea-green, not blue.

Amanda: YES! TOTAL UTTER BULL SHIT! And that's the website I used. Yeah, I was totally like 'Dafuq are they on? Are the casters f***ing drunk? Blind?' And thanks! Here's a longer one!

Pokemonchen: I still love your name. Yup. :) No hurling occurred.

haha. So yeah. PJ love! In case you missed it a while ago, I probs won;t update on the first either cuz I'll be going to bed so early so I can get up early. Get me?

Lyrics: Still lazy.

Song: Um...watching Phineus and Ferb.

Disclaimer: ...

READ ON!

mrpuppy: Aw. Thats sweet. Thanks!

Darkness shrouded us. Night enveloped us. Dread nearly drowned me. My fear had numbed, but my dread was spread evenly through my entire body. Effecting it physically. I shook and quivered, and my eyes darted all over. My hands gripped my pen tightly, itching to uncap it.

"Now what?" Zack asked. "Everyone will be asleep."

"That benefits us." I told him. I took a reluctant step closer to the tree, which, according to my parents, marked the edges of the Camp. A safe haven for most demigods, damnation for myself, or so it felt. Another step. They quickened. I felt if I did not cross the borders now, I would never. Although, one step before the border, I faltered. I took a deep breath, and stepped onto a place that was seen in my parents happiest memories, and some of my worst nightmares.

Instantly I gasped, and I'm fairly certain Zack did as well. Around me a sea-green glow, much like my eyes, covered me, warming me with it's presence. Above me a brilliant trident shimmered, proud.

Then, a lovely silver/gray layered onto the sea-green glow. I heard the 'hoot' of an owl and looked down. An owl, no larger than my fist, had started circling me. Starting at my ankles and moving up. Once it reached my head it perched on the trident. I realized it was identical to the tattoo on my neck. I wondered if I had somehow subconsciously recognized this design as my claiming sign, or if Poseidon and Athena created this to match my creation.

After a defiant hoot from the owl, with it's wings stretched out, the entire sign faded, leaving me feeling cold and alone once more.

"That was amazing."

I started a little at the reminder I wasn't alone.

"I've never seen a claiming like that!" Zack was smiling, laughing with glee.

I shifted from foot to foot, tucking a hair behind my ear. Positive attention still made me uneasy. "What was yours like?"

He looked away, seeming almost ashamed. "Struck by lightening. Didn't die. Pretty clear."

"You're not happy." I noted. I was never the expert with emotions, but my skill was slowly increasing with the assistance of Zack, who was fairly open.

He sighed. "Zeus wasn't exactly who I hoped to claim me."

"Who did you hope for?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Certainly not the most prideful and power-hungry god."

I frowned. He was sounding like me. I suddenly didn't like that. I didn't want him to be like me. "You don't mean that."

"I...I'm not sure any more."

I looked away. I was the one who was effecting his thoughts, his opinions. I was sure of it. I looked out at Camp Half-Blood. In the distance I heard the call of what I assumed to be Harpies, but it was as meaningless as a dog's bark to me.

"Come on." I told Zack, momentarily glad for the change of topic before I remembered that it involved walking deeper into unsafe territory. "We need to find Chiron. Tonight is night one, after this we have two more before we should leave, hopefully with the rest of Camp. Besides, Zeus knows I'm here now, you never know how long it'll take before your father decides Camp is something he's willing to risk to get to me."

Zack nodded and looked toward Camp Half-Blood as well. Then he pointed to a large farmhouse in the distance. "That's the Big House. We'll find Chiron there."

I nodded, ignoring the foreboding feeling I'd had since I first heard the prophecy. No. It stretched back further than that. It started the day I started Goode High. The day I met Zack.

"Come on. Let's go meet the man with a horse's ass."

Zack chuckled. "Fair enough." He gripped my hand. Perhaps on his part, it was a thoughtless action, but as soon as he touched me, I was fully aware of the feeling of his warmth on my cold hand. His large hand enveloping my small one.

I let him drag me closer to the Big House, feeling thankful for his grip. I'm not sure I could have forced myself to walk there without it. I was certain that this reluctance had caused my grip to tighten painfully on his hand, but he didn't seem to mind.

After five or so minutes, we had neared the farmhouse. Zack walked up the wooden steps as if it was his own home. I walked up them like it was my own prison. He knocked on the door. I gripped his hand even further, to keep myself from fleeing like a coward. I saw him flinch, but he didn't pull away, seeming to understand my emotions like only he could.

Zack knocked again. Each knocked thrummed against my chest, or so it felt. I cringed at each knock, then cursed myself mentally at my cowardice.

At the fourth knock, the door swung open. Chiron appeared, eyes groggy, yet alert.

"Zack? What are you..." Chiron's voice trailed off as he finally noticed me. "Silena."

I coughed. "Hey, Chiron. Haven't, uh, seen ya in awhile." The last time I saw him was a few days after my parent's death. Just after Thalia got to me. Those first days had been full of visits, sympathies, condolences, and pity. It drove me to the point of insanity.

"It has been a length of time, hasn't it? Please, come in. Perhaps then you and Zack, here, could share your story."

Zack nodded respectively and strolled in, still clutching my hand. I bowed my head, but did not lift it.

Suddenly I gasped, a fierce cold striking me. Another attack, probably brought on by my own reminiscences. My knees buckled.

"Silena?" Chiron asked, concern leaking into his voice.

Zack dropped to his knees, holding my face in his hands. My vision began to swim. Past and present sawm once more, one becoming as indistinguishable as the other.

"Be strong, Lena." I heard somewhere.

I stood in a forest, leaning against a tree. I heard the clop-clop of inhuman footsteps behind me. I recognize them as Chiron's. My parent's teacher at Camp. I first met him when I was an infant. I saw him after that once every other year or so, when he would visit my family.

"Silena." I cringed at the name. It once filled me with pride, to be named after a fallen hero, but now it only reminded me of my parent's heroic death.

"Don't tell me you're sorry." I snapped. "I don't want your pity, or your sympathy, or your condolences. They're all the same, and they're all meaningless. Empty words, the equivalent of useless pleasantries." I didn't mean to say that much, it just slipped out. I wasn't aware of anything, other than my breathing. An awful luxury my parent's no longer had. I knew why Chiron is here. My parents are going to be buried at Camp Half-Blood. He was here to take their...their...

I swallowed. I just knew I would never be able to visit their graves. Although, even if they were buried in a place I could visit, I'm not sure I would.

"I believe you're mistaken. Unlike you, I think there is a difference between pity, sympathy, and condolences."

"I know there's a difference," I snap, tossing my head in his general direction, but not looking far enough to be able to see him. "I just don't care for any of them. Weakness. That's all they contain. A weakness that is forced upon the one you're speaking to."

A pause. "I didn't know you felt that way."

I'm not sure I always did, I just knew that at that moment I felt that way so strongly that it felt a surge of rage through me. I encouraged it. Rage I could deal with. Anger was easy. Depression, devastation, isolation, desolation, hopelessness, sorrow. Those were difficult. Those were pain. I angrily shoved the fists at my eyes, wiping away the tears that had stubbornly made themselves present.

Every time a tear started to fall I imagined my parents. My father, if he was the first to see me, would catch the tear and look at it, a small smile on his lips.

"Never be ashamed to cry," he would tell me. "Heroes much mightier than I have cried." He didn't realize he was the best hero of all, at least in my mother and I's eyes.

My mother, if it was she who was the first to see me, would wipe the tear away. "Tears are not weakness," she would inform me. "They are apart of becoming stronger. Pain leads to strength. Always remember that."

Neither of them would wipe away my tears now. I was left to do it on my own.

"Silena-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I snapped. The pain and anger burned me, but I edged it on, the anger anyways. It too burned me, but it hurt less. More like fire than like drowning. Fire was quick, it was over swift. Drowning was an elongated matter. Seeming to take an eternity.

Chiron sounded unfazed. "What would you like me to call you?"

"I...I don't know." I admitted. "Just not...not my name."

I was lost. The ocean of pain started pouring on top of me. I tried to light my fire, but it was increasingly difficult. The water diminished it as soon as it started.

Silena was not me.

Silena was the happy-go-lucky girl who was the proud daughter of Percy and Annabeth Jackson. The curious girl who questioned everything, much to her parent's dismay. The girl who saw the best of people immediately. Whose only desire was to please her parents, to be a hero like them. Who just wanted a place to call home and a few kids to call friends.

I was not this girl. She had died. Although, I wasn't sure if it was in the ocean or in the fire. Or perhaps, she was just lost in a vast, endless desert of confusion. Either way, she no longer existed.

I no longer recognized the girl inside of Silena's body. She was cold. Both outside and within. She was harsh, cruel. She found her skin crawling at the company of others. She craved isolation. She ate little, drank little. Swiftly, her size was shrinking. Soon, her ribs would protrude her skin. She didn't care. Not about her rapidly decreasing weight. Not about the ones around her. Not about herself or her own life. Death was a near meaningless concept now. Death almost seemed welcoming. Death held her parents. The only thing that kept her from leaping into death's grasp at that moment, was the thought that she did not feel like she deserved Elysium, which was where her parents were surely.

That was the girl that was within the body once owned by Silena.

I was no longer Silena.

I was nobody.

I wasn't wise or caring like my mother.

I wasn't brave or loyal like my father.

I wasn't heroic.

I was useless. Meaningless. An insubstantial use of resources. A pointless waste of other's hope. Because I saw the way people, people who know of my truth that is, look at me. There eyes glimmer with hope, sure that I am to be an even better hero than my parents.

But I am not.

For the first time in my life, I no longer wished for heroism.

I instead wished for an end.

I wished for my own death.

A death worthy enough of Elysium.

A death worthy enough of my parents.

I awoke on the floor, still kneeling. My chest flew down towards the ground in exhaustion.

"Lena," I heard Zack whisper. "Was that...another memory?"

Speechless, I nodded. My breath was weighed, each one striking my lung. My forehead was drenched in sweat. I imagined a stab to the chest hurt less. I certainly would have taken one instead of facing my memories.

"Silena," Chiron asked. "What just happened?"

"Memory...Monster..." I said between heavy breaths.

Chiron nodded, comprehension filling his face. "I thought it'd be you. A good part of me hoped I was incorrect. Unfortunately, I scarcely am." That last statement was filled with regret instead of narcissism.

"You heard the prophecy?"

He nodded gravely. "I was there when Rachel spoke it. Thankfully, I was the only one there."

No one spoke for lengths of time. Perhaps miles worth of silence. Distance was hard to judge.

Zack put two finger tips under my chin and lifted my face to raise my eyes to his. "You sure you're okay?"

I pulled away. I hated how he could read me. At least, I think I hated it. Hate just tended to be my first reaction.

"I'll live," I snapped.

"That's not what I meant."

"It's all that matters," I said as I stood. My knees shook and before I could fall, Zack grabbed my elbow, helping me stand. "Thanks," I muttered quietly, my pride too strong for me to say it louder, or to look him in the eyes.

He honored my pride by simply nodding.

Chiron glanced back and forth between Zack and I. "Let us get some sleep. We can discuss in the morning. Silena," I still cringed at my name, "you may take the first room down the hall and to the left. Zack, to not disturb your cabinmates," I swear Zack cringed at the mention of that. I frowned, curious. "You may take the room across for Silena."

We nodded and thanked him. Zack helped me to my room. I felt my face redden, praying, though I'm not sure to who, that he didn't notice. He set me down, kissed the top of my head, and then left to his own room.

I tried to fall asleep, but failed miserably. My own fears forcing me to insomnia.