Unfortunately not many people responded as to what they want to know about Cassie… Actually, no one responded. *tear* Seriously guys? Yes I'm looking at you. Yeah you. The person sitting inside reading fan fiction. It takes a minute or two. Go down to the little review box. Yes, you know the one. You probably just passed it to click the next chapter button. Then type your review/question. AND POST THE GODDAMN THING. Sorry for swearing but you guys need an incentive to post questions. However, I did get one guess as to what Cassie is (thank you for writing a review by the way), and I'm sorry to tell you that no, she isn't a hunter. That would've been great, but then she would have to hate guys and she would be with Artemis and the hunt all the time. So sorry, but she's not a hunter. Anyone else have a guess? It can be the most ridiculous guess. I don't care. As long as you review. I have ideas for later on in the story, but you guys don't really know anything about Cassie. If you don't ask questions then the next few chapters might be really short. Just think about that. That's why this chapter is short. Blame yourself.

Disclaimer- PJO belongs to Rick Riordan, and so on.

Cassie POV

I breathed in, debating on how to answer his next question, and it seemed as though the ocean was sitting right next to me, which in a way I guess it was, with the smell of salty sea spray floating through the air. I looked down at my hands.

"You're… You're different from other half-bloods. You're special. Remember how Annabeth mentioned waiting for a special child of the Big Three?" I asked.

"Yeah. Everyone's assuming that's me," Percy responded.

"Not to put pressure on you, but I may be apart of that everyone."

"What's so special about me though? What am I going to do?"

Sheepishly I looked up at him.

"I'm sorry but I can't tell you. I swore upon the River Styx to keep it a secret."

Jackson looked at me will his baby seal eyes, but I stuck to my guns and held my mouth shut.

"So much for answering honestly," Percy mumbled.

I chose to ignore that comment and instead give him a withering look, leading to a small smile on my part when he flinched away.

"Okay, maybe I should start with something simpler," Percy said. "Tell me about yourself."

I looked blankly at him, not fully comprehending.

"Pretend you're introducing yourself to me for the first time. Which you actually are I guess. Hi. My name is Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. My favorite color is blue, and I like to eat blue food."

He held his hand out to shake. I looked at him again, still slightly confused. Why couldn't I just stay in the shadows? None on this would be happening.

"Hi."

I paused and ignored Percy's outstretched hand.

"My name is Ca… Cassie. Yeah. Cassie. That's what I said earlier. I can't tell you who my parents are. My favorite color is purple. And I like food with its normal color. Except cakes."

Percy rolled his hands in a 'go on' gesture. Frustrated, I pulled myself off the bench and began attacking the defenseless dummies once again. I had hoped that by concentrating on something else I could talk to Percy easier.

"Like I told you," I paused to try and dislodge my sword from a dummy's helmet, "hitting things calms me down. It makes me feel like I'm in control."

This time I saw Percy lean away. Instead of removing my sword from the helmet, the entire head ripped. He leaned even further away.

"I'm good with most weapons, though I prefer using a bow or sword."

"That much I can see," Percy replied sarcastically.

"You know, Jackson," I turned toward him, "this would be a lot easier if you had specific questions. I feel like I'm filling out a Camp Half-Blood dating profile."

I kicked the dummy head off the edge of my blade.

"Yeah, but I don't really know what to ask you. What about this. You said you've been watching me your entire life, right?"

"Right," I said, unsure of where he was going with this. I pushed my sword into the dirt and leaned against it.

"Yet you look my age. Then how old are you?" he continued.

"Jackson."

"What?"

"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not polite to ask a women how old she is?"

"U-ummm…" Percy stuttered as he began to turn pink.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" he asked.

"I'm immortal dumbass. Eventually I lost track around two thousand." (A/N sorry for the language but that's what I say when someone's being stupid)

Percy just looked at me with his mouth gaping open like a fish. (Another A/N I had to write that. I make a lot of puns. Just ask my friends. Scratch that. You don't know my friends.)

"Prove it," he said, his voice small, though I had a suspicion he already believed me.

"You said it yourself Jackson. I look your age yet I've been watching you for years," I said while swinging my sword around nonchalantly.

"Oh. Yeah," he said, looking flustered. "Well, where were you before you started watching me? Since- you know- you've been alive for thousands of years."

"Uh. Before I was set on the task of watching you… Well… Let's just say I now have a new pet. I found him deep in a system of caverns in China. It took two months to track him down and another three weeks to catch him. And countless years to get him to trust me."

"And before that?"

"That's quite a sensitive subject," I said, a laugh catching in my throat and becoming a sob. "Before that I was tracking Thalia, daughter of Zeus. I didn't succeed on that. Obviously. I saw her dying body but I wasn't quick enough. Can- can we not talk about it?"

Of course it wasn't a question, but rather a statement.

By that point, tears were streaming down my face. I didn't bother trying to hide them.

"Look at me," I said. "I'm blubbering."

For some reason a small giggle bubbled from my mouth. I dragged the heels of my palms across my cheeks. Sniffing softly I looked back at Percy, who had reached stage three of my usual demigod introductions.

Stage one: confrontation. Check. Being at sword point counts, even if disappointingly enough there was no actual battle.

Stage two: confusion. Check. This varies as one of two things. Either them wondering how I'm holding them beneath my blade if stage one included a battle (especially when they're twice my size). Or they begin to ask questions about who I am or what I'm doing following them or why my skin is bright purple (a long story involving a unicorn and a pair of sneakers). In Percy's case it was the latter.

Stage three: awkwardness. Check. Percy still sat on the bench, squirming as if he was debating on whether or not to try and comfort me. Finally he stood up and walked over to me, lightly patting me on the shoulder.

I think I made it worse by laughing.

"I'm the immortal one, yet you're comforting me. That's new."

I took a deep breath and wiped away the last of the tears.

Percy gave a tentative smile. I gave a small smile back.

And he's snared. Tears on command. Always comes in handy. Same with the innocent look.

Now for stage four.

Mwah ha ha… Okay not really. Don't worry she's not evil. It's just another small matter. You'll see. When I think of it. But she's definitely not evil. Next update within two weeks for those of you watching and waiting. No need to worry. I kept my promise on this one and the last one. In other news… READ AND REVIEW. You can check read off, but look at the second half of that. And do it.

As a repeat of the previous chapters and now that you know more about Cassie, can anyone guess what creature she is? (i.e. demigod, nymph, monster, etc.) This is already decided but I want to see if you can guess it. Chances are it will be revealed in chapter 5 or 6. Or Later. BTW, if you didn't read the author's note at the top of this page, someone already guessed hunter and I unfortunately said no.

Also I'm posting another story soon called The Northern Lights about the legacies of the seven + others so check my page and I should be putting it on within a few days.

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