Evelyn

"Are we just going to keep on running all the way to camp?" I panted. Clover shook her head.

"We're taking the next train to New York if possible." She replied. "I can't run anymore" I wiped sweat off my head and scraped my forehead with my new charm bracelet.

"You're going to" Clover ignored me.

"Yeah, right, that's going to be true until I trip over a rock and sprain my ankle." I muttered. And as true to my words, I tripped over a rock in the next 5 seconds.

"Ow" I muttered.

Clover clucked her tounge, shaking her head, amused.

"I have no idea someone else can be as unlucky as Uncle Percy" She chuckled.

I glared "Why don't you help me up instead of just standing there laughing at me!"

Instead of doing what I asked, she plopped down next to me and pulled out a bag of lumpy orangie brownie-like things in a ziplog bag out of the knap sack and handed one to me.

"Here."

"What's this?" I questioned.

"Ambrosia, the food of the gods" Clover replied. "It helps demigods heal faster but too much can burn them to ashes."

I gulped and bit down on the corner. It tasted like the hot chocolate and brownies that Ms. Rachel had made for my 10th birthday.

I kept biting and each bite gave me diffrent sweet memories.

"More" I gasped, finishing the last bite.

"We can't risk it, you might be burned alive" Clover frowned.

My face fell.

"C'mon, your ankle must healed by now" Clover prompted.

Sighing, I followed her up and started running after her again.

Clover

When Evelyn fell, she reminds me of Uncle Percy alot. When she looked up, I half-expect to see Uncle Percy grinning up at me. But, no. She acts like Uncle Percy, that's all.

Evelyn even looked like Uncle Percy. They both share the playful look that-in Evelyn's case- must drive most guys crazy-in Uncle Percy's case- girls and Aunt Beth.

Evelyn also looked like Aunt Beth too. They both have the typical stormy grey eyes. And smart brains.

And her last name is Jackson...hm...I wonder...?

No, Lynna Jackson is my cousin in all but blood...right?

Evelyn

I tried to stand up. Let's emphasize, TRIED.

"Oh, my gods, are you okay!?" Clover exclaimed, as I crumpled to the ground.

"Yeah, maybe" I groaned.

"The ambrosia didn't worked that much." I muttered.

"It wears out after a while" She replied.

"You can't go any farther like this, I'll talk to some dryads about passing us through trees, but be warned, it's dangerous" Clover said, worriedly.

I nodded, weakly. And then she disappeared into the woods...

On the patch of sunlit grass, I tensed when I heard a crackling sound on the dead leaves.

Then I let out the breath that I had been holding. It was only a grey horse with a startling electric mane and shining sea-green eyes.

I felt something brush against my mind and I tensed up again and then I heard Daughter of the sea and wisdom? Can you hear me?

I flinched and I somehow knew that the daughter of the sea and wisdom is me. "Um...yes?" I stammered. And the one speaking is somehow the horse!

Good. I can feel its satisfaction. Listen to me, my lady. And remember this-On Chirstmas Eve a demigod is born,

As years went past, many death are mourn.

A battle between the primodials on the new land

Olympus's fate rests in the daughter of the sea and wisdom's hands

Then the horse turned and galloped away. "Wait!" I called "Come back and explain yourself!"

I can't my lady, be careful of people, and don't trust the 'daughter of the Jacksons'! Don't mention this visit to anyone unless it's nessescary! The horse wailed and disappeared.

"Evelyn? Are you all right?" I heard Clover called.

I quickly pulled on a calm face and smiled charmingly "Sure, I was fine."

Clover's eyebrows furrowed "You were fine" She repeated, sounded totally convinced.

I frowned. "Um...anyway what did the dryads said?" I changed the subject quickly.

"They agreed" Clover gestured to a young girl behind her.

The girl had long, dark hair, pale green eyes, tapered ears, and skin tinted with green. She smiled "You charmspeaks well, my lady."

"Charmspeak, you just charmspoken me?" Clover exclaimed.

"What's charmspeak?" I questioned.

"Chiron seriously need to talk to you" Clover muttered.

"Come, my siblings will pass you directly to Central Park, my Lady Dorea Theou" The dryad smiled dryly.

"What did she just called you? Lady Dorea Theou? Why did you call her Lady? She's not a goddess" Clover snapped, furstrated.

The dryad smiled knowingly "Ah...the daughter of Grover and Juniper Underwoord, to answer you question I just called Evelyn Bianca Zoe Jackson- Lady Dorea Theou which means the gods' gift in English. It is her original Greek name from her parents. For your second question, I called her Lady because she had been blessed by Aphrodite, Artemis, Poseidon, Athena, Apollo and had been gifted by Demeter, Persephone, Hades (unwillingly), Dionysus, Zeus, Hera (also unwillingly), Hephaestus, Hestia, Ares, and Hermes, which almost make her a goddess."

Mine and Clover's mouth fell open. "Come my Lady Dorea Theou" The dryad lead the procession down the path gracefully.

"What is your name?" I recovered enough to say.

The Dryad raised her eyebrows "Most people, gods and demigods alike never asked that question before but my name is Autumn like the season." She replied beaming.

"Here we are" Autumn said, gesturing to a tall pine tree...