She sat on a thick branch of the apple tree, looking lazily around the beautiful garden which it was part of.

Tree and river nymphs passed her often, but none looked her way. The occasional ones received a glare from her so sharp that it would have brought a whole new meaning to the phrase if looks could kill.

Curling one ebony lock of hair in her fingers, she hummed.

So the pit scorpion had failed in killing Lizzie Jackson, only managing to sting her because the stupid god Apollo had been there. No matter, she had other ways to go about achieveing her goal.

The Olympians had snubbed her far too often. Even with all the shrines being built for minor gods and goddesses after the Trojan War, those had been done by the pathetic half blood children of them. None had been built for her at all, not that any of the Olympians or other gods and goddesses had even cared for her.

What better way to take revenge on them than by killing the young heroine everyone adored. The daughters of Athena and Aphrodite would most certainly be devastated at the death of their close friend, and while she couldn't hurt the two Olympians, she could most certainly have the satisfaction of seeing how upset their children would be. Along with every other child of the gods and goddesses. Pathetic bunch of demigods. She couldn't care less about them.

After all, Lizzie Jackson was who they all looked up to.

Hurting the Olympians was one thing, but the person she wanted to hurt most was Apollo.

The fool had toyed with her feelings centuries ago, abandoning her all because of one little action she had made.

Well, she'd see how he feel when Lizzie Jackson died.

She was no fool. She had seen the tell tale signs between the two of them, all the feeling sbuilding up during both the years leading up to the battle with the Titans and Giants. She had stood by and quietly watched, looking out for a chance to hurt the Olympians, but never taking any sides in the war because even though it was in her element, she wouldn't get the recognition she wanted from either side anyway. She was no fool. If those opposing the gods won, well she would be mostly at home. Still, if the gods lost, it would be sad that she did not have the chance to grate their nerves and deal a personal blow.

Lizzie Jackson may have survived two wars and Great Prophecies, but she had known about the threats and the sources. But this time, she would have to feel in the dark and stumble blindly, trying to find out who wanted her dead.

Plucking an apple from the tree, she watched as it turned from ripe red to acid green and finally black, before she crushed it into dust in her hand.

It was time she lived up to what she was known for anyway.

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They were learning about the ancient gods and goddesses in Ancient Greek. Lizzie figured she join Annabeth since she had nothing to do anyway.

Lizzie stifled a yawn as she looked down at the list in her book as newer campers listened attentively. Everything was written in Ancient Greek so it was pretty easy to understand anyway, ha dit been written in English, Lizzie would have ran to away with the book in her hand since she figured the only useful thing she would be able to do with it was throw it into the lake.

Enyo, Eos, Epone, Erida, Eris, Ersa, They were at those starting with E today.

She caught the eye of Annabeth who was teaching the class. Thank the gods Annabeth had recovered just fine just about a week ago. Annabeth narrowed her eyes at Lizzie and she sheepishly realised that she had doodled on her book.

They couldn't blame her anyway. After so much action for the past few years, it was actually weird to be sitting in a class teaching them about backgrounds of Greek gods, goddesses, spirits and royalty.

The Romans were leaving for Camp Jupiter after next week, so that the campers could interact more with each other before they separated. Lizzie was glad for that. She didn't want to part with her Roman friends just yet.

Besides, there was to be a mass capture the flag soon which included the Romans.

Just was Lizzie finally let a yawn out of her mouth, she heard a few shrieks from outside as campers ran toward the arena.

What in Tartarus had happened this time?

Ignoring the looks form other campers, Lizzie dashed out of the class, leaving Annabeth to teach the other new campers alone. The Daughter of Athena could manage by herself.

When she ran to the arena, there were scorch marks all over the floor and all over the targets. Apparently, preparation for archery lessons wasn't going too smoothly. Apollo had his shirt singed. He was frowning at the targets.

Jason who was present ran to pluck an arrow from one of the targets as he inspected it. There was a small amount of electricity crackling from it as his fingers came into contact with its tip. Jason raised two eyebrows.

"Lord Apollo, were you planning to have special archery lessons with lightning?"

"Wait, what?" Apollo looked shocked. "But these are just normal arrows from the camp store, I was just testing them out when they came into contact with their targets and this happened."

Jason ran his fingers over the arrows. "They were normal when you took them. These arrows have lightning in them and was timed to set off lightning when it came it not contact with their target. " He looked up with a serious expression.

"Someone must have been fiddling with them."

Oh my gods, I apologise for the hiatus. Besides exams, I haven't been able to sit down and write properly. I finally got the time to do it. Hope you like it :)