"Here are your stuff," Travis says when he gives Cacy the bag.
"Good luck in your new home" Connor says, then he and Travis turn and come into the cabin.
Great, Cacy thinks. I love you two too. Nice farewell.
She signs and holds the small bag tight and go to the cabin three, the cabin that she never thought that she would go near.
She opens the door and silently comes in. It's empty. Percy must be out with Annabeth. Great. Just great. Now she has to stay in the same house with her crush, who is also her new found half-brother.
Just a normal day in her normal life.
There are six bunk beds, one of them, the one near the door, is extremely messy. It doesn't take much to know that it belongs to Percy. She goes to the one in the conner, as far as possible from Percy's. She puts her bag down at the bottom of the bed, then she climbs on it and sits at the conner. Ah, she signs, her favourite place. She pulls her knees up to her chest, and just sits there, staring at nothing and thinking random stuff, until the door cracks open.
Percy is quite surprise when he sees the girl, Cacy, sitting in his cabin. No, their cabin. Now this strange girl is his half sister. There is a part of he wants to run around the Camp, yelling 'I have a sister! You hear that? I have a freaking sister! I'm not the only demigod child of Poseidon anymore! Woohoo!', but looking at that small girl, he feels... odd. For a million times, he wonders what is her story.
She doesn't look up or show anything to prove that she knows he is here, so he doesn't know what to do. But then, he forces himself to speak.
"Hey, um... sis?"
She slowly looks up and tilts her head.
"What did you just call me?"
"Sis? Is there something wrong? You know... we are half siblings now..." He says, uncertainly.
"I know. It just... It's really unfamiliar to hear that."
"What? But in the Hermes cabin..."
"No one ever calls me that before. You know, technically I'm not their sister."
"Well, you're mine now. Sooo, Perseus Jackson, nice to meet you." He says, tries to lighten the mood.
Cacy" She says, barely louder than a whisper.
"Just...Cacy?" He asks, sounds not quite sure.
"Yep." She answers. "Just Cacy."
"Sooo... What does it stand for?" He asks, sitting on the edge of her bed. "It's a short name, right?"
"I..." She bites her lip, sounding desperate. "I don't know."
"What?" Percy asks, not believing his own ears. "What do you mean you don't know?"
The girl looks sadder than ever.
"It just I don't know, I guess? I don't even sure if it's my name."
"What are you talking about?" He asks, confused. This girl is so weird. He means, who don't know their own name?
"Annabeth hasn't told you about me yet, has she?"
"Ummm no, she just told me that you stay here year round, and that you have been here since you were a baby."
"And you can't... I don't know, guess anything?
"No, as Annabeth says, I'm kinda a Seaweed Brain"
"I don't have a mother." She says, and he sees water in her turquoise blue eyes. Suddenly he realises that they have the color of the morning sea, calm, laid back and sweet. "Do you want to hear a story, Percy?"
"If only you want to tell."
"Actually, I kinda want to. It has been quite a while since I have a talk with someone. So, this is the story:
"Thirteen years ago, on a rainy summer night, a satyr found a small pack on the side of the highway near the Half-blood hill. Just... It wasn't a pack, it was a blanket. Inside the blanket was a baby, just a day old or two. The baby was a demigod. So the satyr brought the little child to Chiron. He knew right then that she is a powerful demigod, but he couldn't guess her parent. He hoped that she would show something to prove her power, or one of the gods would claim her. The thing is, they never did. So Chiron decided to raise that little girl like his own child. He calls her Cacy, since that was the name had been stiched on the blanket."
She finshes her story, then reach out for her bag at the bottom of the bed. She opens it and pulls out an old, white blanket. She tosses it for him.
Percy catches it. It was really small, and on it, he sees a word, 'Cacy' is carefully stiched by purple thread.
He looks up in disbelive.
"So that's your story." He silently says.
"Yes." She smiles sadly "A good story to hear, but not a nice story when you are the main character."
"That's why when you were claimed, and Chiron said Hail, he didn't... Cause he doesn't..."
"Yep." She finish it for him. "I don't have a last name."
