"Did you know?"

Three simple words that shouldn't have been so hard to utter - yet they were.

Chiron bowed his head for a moment before he raised it; staring back at Luna with eyes brimming with so many emotions the two brown orbs were quite unreadable to the usually perceptive young woman.

His voice sounded almost hesitant as he said, "I suspected… something of the sort."

They held the other's gaze in the silence that followed before Luna spoke softly, "I was too different, wasn't I." Hardly said like a question but just the same…

"No…No, Luna, not too different. You just weren't the same…"

She didn't even have to crane her neck to look him in the eyes she was that tall. Luna was sure height wasn't something that even Hecate could conceal, it was right up there with physical age – it just wasn't logically possible to hide for any long period of time…

Clearing her sudden ponderings from her mind Luna could see this was becoming quite a difficult topic for Chiron so she nodded, about to say her goodbyes when he said, "Walk with me," little knowing that this was part of his observations. For he watched her. He saw the sadness in her eyes thinly, carelessly, veiled behind the familiar, trademark vagueness that was one of the things that (had) contradicted her identity as a Demigod. And buried deep behind the sadness there was anger.

She was dressed in the armour of their forefathers, which he would recognise anywhere. And beneath her boots the bowing strands of emerald grass were turning yellow and withering.

His mind spun with implications of such a feat. Glancing back upon the grounds of Olympus he saw that the places upon the grass where Luna had stepped were withering, but, when seconds passed, they did eventually become emerald and fresher than ever before. Showing no outward sign of his pondering, save his sharp, flickering eyes, he wondered how one could be so powerful as to affect the nature upon Olympus itself. Such a feat was easy enough for Demeter, the girl's biological mother, but none of the Immortal's children that he knew, save perhaps – at a stretch – Persephone, could be able to do such a thing.

Turning his eyes back to Luna he took in her easy, graceful stride, her raised head, and her curious eyes. "I've never been to this part of the gardens before."

He simply surveyed her as she looked all around her before her next statement made his steps falter. "At least not while awake."

"What did you say?" Such a curious thing for a child of two powerful Immortals to say.

She turned eerily pale, calm eyes towards him as they stopped. Calm eyes that failed to mask the growing fear that was only noticeable to him because of how long he'd known Luna, and how long he'd lived, encountering many mortals, Immortals, and variations thereupon.

"I… I don't know." She paused before whispering in a very vague tone, "I sometimes feel as if I'm not in my right mind."

Then she closed her eyes briefly as if to calm herself before they opened slowly. "Sometimes I'm never really asleep – I just feel as if… as if I'm in two different places at once. It's as if my very being is…" She faltered, raising a hand to her temple as her blank expression flickered with pain. He would have missed it had his sharp, yet kind eyes not been trained on her usually serene face. Something akin to the cold feeling of dread had flooded through him when he'd seen not only her face twinge in discomfort, but also her lightening eyes glow gold before changing back to a rapidly darkening silvery colour.

He cautiously trotted closer to where she was leaning against the trunk of a thick tree; stopping at a respectable distance that he hoped still bought her a sense of comfort. "My dear, are you alright?" The tree's once green leaves fluttered to the grass, yellow and auburn in their shades of colour.

"I just have one question, Chiron." Her questioning eyes never wavered from his as she languidly lowered her hand. "You never knew Helios was my father? You never knew I was a child of the Goddess of Agriculture and The Titan of the Sun and daytime and brightness? The all knowing, the all seeing, the all hearing, the guardian of Oaths… Sol Invictus…" Luna brushed her fingertips against her forehead as if to ease pain and Chiron breathed steadily through his nose.

"No. Not until I'd heard." How very curious – if she'd called her biological Greek father by his Roman counter-part's name then he had to wonder just who had blessed the child Luna. Had the two Titanesses been in Greek or Roman form? It certainly wasn't unheard of; a Demigod child (or descendant) of a Greek Immortal being blessed by a Roman Immortal (or vice versa)… But the results of such incidents were… not good. Something always went wrong – nothing too disastrous but still…

Luna closed her eyes once again. Her belated answer to his rather foolish question was certainly not sarcastic as any others might have been. That in itself once again informed Chiron of how different Luna was, as well as the severity of the situation. "No."

Luna sighed, watching the lingering mist that had resulted from her breath in the cool air with a light frown. She could tell him - he would understand... Alright, maybe not, but he would listen. Chiron was her confidant. (Though there were things she had never shared with him, things she'd never shared with anyone (except Xenophilus) - not even Harry.) Her lips turned up at the edges in a shadow of her usual warm, comforting smile. Luna had often been confided in by those closest to her and she'd never been joking when she'd told them she'd take their secrets to the grave – or to be more accurate, the Underworld.

And so, once again she would talk and he would listen. The immortal Centaur was The Confidant's confidant.

And so she told him of how she experienced the occasional dizzy spell and/or throbbing headaches – ails that had increased both in frequency and intensity since she had come to Olympus after graduating Hogwarts, after the Second Wizarding War.

As Luna walked away Chiron thought fondly, there goes another brave soul, surviving against the odds. Namely, against the untimely deaths of both her non-Immortal Guardians.

She was like no one he'd ever encountered, and, truth be told, that both intrigued and worried him. Chiron had never assumed to be all knowing nor was he (or anyone he knew) anything of the sort but not knowing what was occurring to one of the kindest souls he'd ever met was not good. A twice-blessed child of two Immortals – one, an Olympian and the other, a Titan. A rarity indeed…

His musings were broken by an unexpected visitor.

"Lady Persephone." He leaned forward bending at the waist in a centaur's version of a bow, one foreleg slightly in front of the other.

"Master Chiron." The Queen of the Underworld – who Chiron would forever remember as a youthful maiden before her abduction by Hades – curtseyed as warmth flared up in his straightening chest.

"Now, I've told you time and time again, there is no need to call me 'Master'."

Persephone smiled, black hair swaying in the light cool breeze that winter so often brought. "I know. If you've told me once you've told me a hundred times." A smooth laugh escaped her parted lips, "That still doesn't stop you from looking so pleased, does it?"

They shared a laugh.

"Indeed." Chiron said, "To what do I owe this pleasure, my lady?"

The smile fell from Persephone's pale lips. "I saw you with Luna."

"Ah."

"I heard what she said – about her headaches. If you think you know what is happening to her…"

Seeing the worry in his gaze Persephone's breath caught in her throat. "Tell me, Chiron."

Chiron averted his eyes from hers – certainly not a difficult feat. Persephone's voice softened with anxiety, "Please. Do you not know how much there is at stake? Not just for my sake but for my mother. And Apollo too, you must have seen how taken he is with her... I don't think I need to remind you what happened the last time one of Apollo's beloved conquests was dealt a mortal blow."

Of course he didn't need to be reminded, he remembered well how sickness plagued the lands, the sun providing little satisfying warmth to anything its light did or did not touch. Needless to say Apollo had been grief-stricken, the woman he mourned being one of the few to hold his fleeting affections. It had always been a joke among the Olympians and various minor Gods and Goddesses that Apollo fell in love at least once every five hundred years – and that was without Aphrodite and Eros' 'help'.

"Tell me." Persephone insisted, her once gentle tone dissolving into irritation. "She is my sister, Chiron, please."

"She must be reaching the height of her powers, and Hecate's enchantments are starting to weaken." Chiron murmured, eyes finally locking with Persephone's. "And I fear that the disseverment of Hecate's enchantments may break her."

A/N: Alright this chap just came to me and I think it leads into the nxt one quite nicely. Soon I'll request prompts from you, my dear readers, and I'll see about turning them into chaps if I can adapt them to fit into this universe. It won't hurt to send any prompts/suggestions in now tho.

If you are at all curious as to where I get my info from here's the link: http :/ camphalfblood. wikia. com/ wiki /Helios

Or if you're not bothered to copy and paste simply go to the Percy Jackson wiki and type Helios in the search engine.

Until nxt time :)