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I feel horrible . I haven't updated in like 4 months...maybe even more...ughhh now I'm reading through it...so many flaws D: I could have made it run more cleaner or added more char development with every other char than Will... :( I want to rewrite it. Ugh. Or I prolong the sequel and rewrite it then. Idkkkkkkk ugh bad story .

When I left that house, on my tenth birthday, I did not expect that I would see the younger girl but I knew it would have been impossible for me to see the older girl again. Ella. But yet, seven years later, I am looking at her, though she was transparent, she looked like she had not aged a day, same black, thick hair and bottle blue eyes, the same eyes that stare at me, wide with shock. My eyes slid to Hazel who was watching us two with wide eyes but yet the way I heard Hazel to the thin air-now I know that the air she was talking to was Ella-it was obvious they had met, but when? Why? Why didn't she come to me? Surely I could have given her more than what the other demigods could have offered...I knew her...I tried to save her but yet...she died because of...me.

I stepped back at the thought, my eyes sliding shut and I could feel cold air rushing towards me but disappeared as quickly as it came and I had been around enough ghosts to know that she had reached out to me but my thoughts were elsewhere and my feelings were racing from guilt to happiness. I felt everything in that split second.

So when I finally opened my eyes I saw Ella opening her mouth to say something but I clenched my teeth "Will I-"

"Don't." I snapped as I turned my back to her and instantly I heard her gasp sharply. "I don't want to hear it." I said leaning on the piano as if it was the only thing that was keeping me up and in a way it was for the past seven years the piano was the only thing that kept me going through the curse, the object that kept me from taking my own life, for a long time I'd considered it, kept on playing around with the idea of ending the pain sometimes I use to sit on a cliff, in the middle of the night, thinking of all the reasons to jump and all the reasons to not take my life. But sometimes I was unable to sneak out, and I stayed in my bed, staring at the bunk above me, thinking of everything and anything. When the Titan war and the Roman war came I had made reckless decisions, in hopes that the enemy would make it a quick death, but unfortunately, some other demigod was around and quickly killed the enemy before they could kill me. It certainly came back to bite me in the butt later, when some people had the nerve to try and say I owed them something. Most of them ended up with a broken nose a couple of seconds after they said it.

But once it was Percy who stepped in front of the sword, and blocked it with his shield and he didn't even look at me a he went off to kill more enemy soldiers. He didn't mention it afterwould and something told me he didn't even mention it to Annabeth. That's what I respect him for, the power to not question reckless decisions and just do the right thing, though sometimes the person he was doing it for didn't want to do the right thing. He still did it without even blinking.

"I...I thought you'd be happy." She whispered and I heard the door gently close, meaning Hazel's departure but I ignored it, I didn't want her in the room anyway.

"Happy? After knowing you've been here for so long, and you didn't bother trying to contact me before today? But instead you made contact with demigod who didn't even know you existed before a couple of days ago?" I said beginning to yell, my left hand gripped my pants in fury as if I did not do that simple gesture I might have clawed at the piano or punched something-maybe even Ella but that would have done more harm to me than her. "After so long, your death made me believe that the curse was real! You knew, didn't you? This whole time, you knew that the curse was fake, so why didn't you try to tell me? In the past seven years I did everything I could so everyone would hate me, seven years, and you could have told me in the beginning. But no, you did nothing, stood back and watched, even when I was considering taking my own life, you did nothing!"

"Will, it's not like that!" Ella cut in with her eyes wide with shock and hurt. She had obviously not been expecting this reaction, and was hurt by the words I chose to yell at her. But I clenched my teeth, not wanting to listen to her; I did not want to hear her voice, not now. Not ever.

"Oh, isn't it? You showed yourself up to them, didn't you? How long were you in here? Speaking to the daughter of Pluto? Did you even look at me? No, of course you didn't, it's me, no one notices me unless I'm insulting them or laughing at them, no one takes my opinion seriously until it's too late, why would you be any different? I bet you only allowed yourself to be seen by me because you forgot to keep yourself hidden in your conversation with the Roman and then noticed me when I said your name," I roared my back hunching over as my voice began to go hoarse, and Ella wasn't even trying to speak now so I paused for a second before beginning again, "It was you who told them about the curse, what had happened seven years ago, wasn't it? I had assumed that they were attacked by the Darkwood's and the cult confessed it all but it all makes sense now...all of it. How they knew to go to Tristan, how they knew where to go to find me in the warehouse-"

"William!" A voice interrupted me and I paused as I straightened my back to turn around and look at Annabeth who stood at the doorway with both Percy and Hazel behind her. Her hand was gently resting on the handle as her shocked face stared at nothing else but me but as I looked back at her the shock quickly turned to disappointment as she assessed the situation. Ella hovered there, only a few steps in front of them and she looked at me with hurt and guilt. Seems my theory wasn't so off the mark.

"What?" I said with a tired but hoarse voice and she looked at me like she had just met me, but I did not see what's so wrong about what I did-I lost my temper, that is it. It's not like they...oh, right, of course, they had not seen me lose my temper like that.

"My room-now!" She said turning on her heel and pushing past Hazel and Percy, I hesitated, debating on whether or not I should follow her but I glanced at Percy and he gave me a sympathetic look, I knew then that I had no choice in the matter.

So I straightened up and without even glancing at anyone, I stride past everyone and follow Annabeth into her bedroom. I found her standing with her back to me and looking out her window, but I doubted that she was actually looking outside. But I found not seeing her face put me in the disadvantage, I could not see her face, I had no idea what she was thinking right now.

"I would have thought you'd be happy, your sister, your dead sister, and you had the chance to talk to her. But you ruined it." She started off and I felt my insides go cold but not by the words that she used but by the tone for the word 'sister'. She was jealous, was she not? That I finally had my sister back, though I am not related to her she was still a sister to me. But yet I pushed her away, even though her not being there hurt me beyond comparison.

"I have no sister." I said after a while and I saw her shoulders tense up so I quickly corrected my statement. "No full sister anyway, but I am not related to Ella."

"But you are." She said instantly then I heard a quick intake of breath but I was already frowning in confusion. This was not true. "Will, she's your half sister, on your father's side." She whispered and I jerked back.

When I had heard Will screaming at Ella, I did not want to feel it but I did-I felt pleased. Pleased that Will wasn't happy with Ella, happy that Will was all...well mine. I was in denial for the first few minutes, that I did not feel this way, but I did. But when I had walked into the room I saw the way Will was yelling, and I even glimpsed Ella's face as she turned around to look at us as we walked in and I felt empathy reach out for the ghost, the knowledge of what it felt like for Will to be yelling at her like that, like he is just ignoring all the history that was between the two of them and it made her think of what it would have been like if it was her that Will was yelling at and with that she felt her insides go cold and when Percy whispered what we should do-leave him or stop it-she could barely choke up any form of words and she had to shake her head to actually get her thoughts straight and when she did, she was void of emotion, to everyone else I suppose it came off as anger but when I look back on it, I do not care. I wanted to get Will away from them, away from Ella, so I could speak to him in private. I had decided the night before that the best thing right now was to tell Will the truth, the whole truth but when she had woken up there was no time to do it, and by the time there was some spare moments Percy and Jason had chosen to interrogate Tristan and naturally dragged me into it.

But what I found out in the interview made everything that revolves around Piper make complete and utter sense now, and I was still deciding on how to break it to Will, I could do it slowly or I could do it bluntly, and she knows Will, he could take it bluntly. But I think, right now, I should break that part of the explanation after the first bit. The bit where he's a Darkwood himself.

"Will, I've been meaning to tell you something, about what we found out about the cult recently, whilst you were gone, about Piper-"

"Piper? What's it got to do with her?"

"After-"

"No. Now."

"It would make better sense if I said it after the first bit." She said frowning as she realised that she sounded like she was pleading to him, it didn't really affect her which part she tells first but it was the logical way.

"I don't care." He snapped. "Piper, what has she got to do with the cult, so maybe her father use to be part of it, but that doesn't mean Piper has anything to do with it..." He suddenly trailed off looking away. "Had anything to do with it, I mean."

There was a minute of silence after that before Annabeth took a breath and said, "He left the cult a year after Piper was born; of course she was going to have the cult leave some influences on her. Will, they do these rituals on two children, a boy and a girl, I'm not sure how to explain it but think of it like arranged marriage since birth, they put these marks-a mark with no other resemblance to anything else in the world-onto the two babies and they place some of the revain into it and in their teenage years, the two have feelings for each other that can never go away, feelings more stronger than the feelings than even Aphrodite could place on two people. The two people are drawn to each other, able to find each other no matter where they are."

Will was silent with this before slowly saying "And what does this has to do with Piper?"

"You already know, you're smart William, you're a child of Athena, you know what I'm saying. Piper had this done onto her, with you, that's how she was able to find you in the warehouse, how you were able to switch bodies, it was because you were being beaten up, and I don't know how, but maybe he like hit the mark or something hard enough to shock the two of you enough to switch bodies. I don't know. But Will, you and Piper were meant to be married."