Note: I am making some edits. The FF website won't let me save the edits on each document, so I am going to tell you what they are on here:

-I keep saying Aly wears combat boots. However, I then said she doesn't wear shoes at all. This is stupidity on my part, my bad. Let's just go with that she has never worn shoes, even though her adoptive mom has begged her to do so. However, she does wear cloth that is wrapped around the middle of her feet. (This is significant, for two reasons, one of which you have already found out, the other you will find out later.)

-Also, I put that Aly has her first memory at age of 8, but then I said she has eight marks on her arm. I cannot tell you why this doesn't make sense (although you might already know why). I am changing the mark number to 4. This certain number is important, for the reason which you will once again find out later.)

Hehe, so many foreshadowings..

~PERCY~

I closed my eyes and allowed the waves to carry us forward. I heard Aly gasp in surprise. I didn't know why, considering the wave she summoned while we were fighting that Fury. (Who, unfortunately, was Mrs. Dodds- my old math teacher. Don't ask...)

By the way, when I say "big" waves, I mean pee-your-pants big.

The way she had looked during that fight was, well, frightening. It was exactly what a Roman should have looked like during battle:

Fierce and warlike.

There was a confidence and a determination in her eyes that was even greater, and scarier, than normal.

She had handled the waves as if they were a very part of her. The earth had even shaken.

"Percy?"

I looked over and saw that Aly was looking at me with worry.

"Y-yeah, I-I'm good." I lied.

Announcer: And the grand prize for the world's greatest actor goes to..Percy Jackson!

Her intense brown eyes seemed to be able to pull out everything I wasn't saying.

I gulped.

She shook her head as if denying herself the words she wanted to tell me.

A moment of silence passed. During that time, I looked over at my new sister. She had turned her head forward, and the sun glinted off her pale skin. The light breeze whippled her hair. Her dark eyes gleamed with a calm joy.

"I've got a game we could play, if you want to hear it, that is." I told her, trying to break the silence.

"Hmm?" she asked, looking at me.

I repeated the question.

"Sure." she replied.

"OK, we have to see who can propel themselves the farthest. Whoever does so wins." I told her.

It wasn't the greatest game in the world, I know, but I was tired of the seriousness. I wasn't to have some form of fun friendship with her, since we were related.

"You're on, Jackson!" she said smirking.

I closed my eyes and that familiar stomach twist came to me. The next thing I new I was flying through the air.

I managed to gracefully, and painfully, land hard on my stomach.

I opened my eyes and looked around.

"Aly?" I said worriedly.

Suddenly, I saw Aly go flying through the air and land about a few inches behind me.

"HA!" I yelled in triumph.

"Shut it, Seaweed Brain." She said Annabeth's nickname for me teasingly.

I felt my face grow about 5000 degrees hotter than normal.

"Shut up." I mumbled.

"Aw c'mon!" She called out with amusement.

"Aly-" I started, half-jokingly, half-annoyed, but then stopped as I saw something begin to form out of the water behind her.

"Uhh, Aly-" I started, feeling my stomach churn and my neck hair stand on end.

Before I could figure out who, or what, it was, I blacked out.