Chapter 16: Mysterious No More

"I don't think so—"

"I'm sure!" Thalia exclaimed, jumping to her feet in protest. "It was blonde. Natural blonde, not like Katrina's! It wasn't dyed."

"But she wouldn't want to possibly—"

"Fight the very person she might be fighting for? No," the demigod shook her head. "She is now, but she doesn't know this." She leaned forward slightly, her voice lowering to a whisper. "It's only the two of us who know, right? A few more others, maybe. Not that I know of."

"She's fighting for Order," Artemis muttered to herself, still in disbelief. She absentmindedly ran her fingers along the silver inscription of Skia Selene, the Greek Moonshade. "She's fighting Percy."

The daughter of Zeus took a sharp intake of oxygen. "She is," the girl agreed silently, her eyes going glassy. "But she doesn't know about Percy. That's a good sign, right?"

"What do you mean good sign?" the goddess demanded incredulously. "My Hunter is fighting for the person she is fighting. I wish I could tell her the truth; I can't bear to lose her. I know you do too."

"But we can't," the other girl said, coming to a horrifying realization that they had no choice but to kill the traitor. Her best friend.

The moon goddess pursed her lips, looking up at the being she represents, which was shining brightly upon them. "The Fates are unpredictable," she said. "I do not know whether they are under Percy's bidding, but perhaps the best thing we could do for now is to hope for the best."

"You can ask Percy to change fate?"

"I can, but it won't do anything, I guess," she answered uncertainly. "He is going to inherit Lady Chaos' throne someday. He shall learn to be fair to all his creations. He won't agree."

"But we can't just stand here and do nothing!" Thalia pointed out anxiously.

Artemis furrowed her eyebrows thoughtfully. After a while, she stood. "Come."

The lieutenant frowned at her mistress as she walked away without looking back to see if she was following. She sighed and followed her. She just hoped Annabeth would somehow change her mind after the failed attempt to kill her. She didn't know why on Earth her best friend had forced herself to do it. Out of love, maybe? Gee, she thought to herself, she loves her best friend so much that she attempted to kill her. Me.

She found herself in front of the girl's room in their cabin, Artemis in the lead. The goddess knocked once, and then there was soft shuffling in the inside, before it stopped. Her mistress took this as her cue to come in and opened the entrance. She followed.

The inside, for such a small place, was neat. The bed was made and some of the books she carried were solidly placed on the small shelf. The only thing that seemed disheveled was the duffel bag she kept under the bed, where her clothes and all other essentials were. There were a few shirts and underwear halfway out of the zipper, as though something was taken out in a hurry from beneath them. Atop all those was a folded piece of paper.

Curious, Thalia walked up to it and took the paper, leaving her mistress standing at the door, still examining the inside carefully. She opened it and found a note.

Lady Artemis, Thalia,

I'm assuming only you would look for me here. Somehow, I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't told the other hunters already. But just in case, I left. I knew that it had been a failure to kill you, Thalia, and it was disastrous on my part. Lord Order is furious. I decided that it's better to die by his hand, instead of yours and the gods'.

I'm sorry; I know you're disappointed—probably mad that I've betrayed you to Lord Order. But I didn't like it there. I missed Percy, and a part of me had already died with him ten years ago. I tried to be the same for your sake, but I just wasn't.

If the snake's still there, then maybe you still have a chance.

Annabeth.

The daughter of Zeus was at a loss for words as she refolded the paper. She looked up, and sure enough, she found her mistress holding onto a horned palm viper from what she could identify, a confused expression on her face. She realized why: that kind of viper wasn't supposed to be in the place—they were in camp, and there wasn't any real animals here.

The snake looked up at her, and for a moment's surprise, she found that its iris was a stormy grey with a reddish shade to it, before it blended into gold. The snake turned its head and slinked out of her mistress' arms, crawling up the bed. It spiraled into a ball and hissed at them, its forked tongue slipping out of its mouth.

The lieutenant didn't notice her mistress gently taking the note from her hand as she thought. That was why Annabeth acted tight, forced. She couldn't bear living without her boyfriend. She was acting like she was fine, that she had moved on. But she hadn't. Would something have changed if she told her that Percy was still alive?

She shook the thought from her mind. She never had understood why Percy wanted to keep his existence a secret, but she respected his wishes. The world was his bet. Besides, what's with the thing, anyway?

She remembered its strange eyes. It had the same hue as the daughter of Athena's, only it had a reddish tint. Why was that? Unless she'd gotten this snake from someone that appreciates her eyes. No, she thought. Not possible. It changed colors. Where did she get it, anyway? And why did she leave it here?

If the snake's still there, then maybe you still have a chance. What did she mean by that? Perhaps, she left it as a lead..

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, and she turned to Artemis, who looks just as enlightened as she was after reading the letter. "She just left."

Quickly, they took the viper and went over to the main room of the cabin. They had the other Hunters gather around them. "Alright, so we have discussed who the traitor is, and are quite sure of it," Artemis began. "We have something that can help us look for her." She raised the serpent for all of them to see.

Thalia would've laughed at the Lion King reference if she were sure she wouldn't suffocate on the air so thick with tension.

One of the Hunters gasped. "That's Annabeth's."

The goddess looked at her curiously, lowering the snake. "How would you know? I haven't seen this before now."

The Hunter shook her head. "She has God for a while now; sometimes she lets me hold it," she explained briefly. "Yet obviously she was hiding it from you. I don't know why."

"God?" The goddess raised an eyebrow doubtfully.

"Oh, it's the name of the snake," the Hunter mumbled distractedly. "Though I've got a feeling that it's much more than it seems."

Before they could ask about it, their attention was driven to the serpent, which slinked out of the goddess's hold. It dropped to the ground, crawling in waves towards the door. Its forked tongue slid in and out of its mouth, its golden eyes flashing with determination.

"It's finding its owner," Artemis realized, her eyes widening. "Don't let it escape from you. Follow it. Thalia," she addressed her lieutenant, "give the wolves some of Annabeth's clothes. Have them track her. Use her hair that you have; if ever that helps."

"Where are you going?" The demigod daughter of Zeus stepped forward, gesturing the others to follow the escaping serpent. "We need your guidance."

"I'm afraid I can't give any for now," the goddess said, regret evident in her voice. "I have a solo hunt to begin tomorrow. And I need to tell this to the council of the gods."

"Oh, well then.." Thalia frowned, looking out the door. It was recently ajar. "We'll take care of Annabeth. Let's just hope that the snake doesn't lead us to an Ordian camp or something," she said with a tiny joking smile, before dashing out the door.

The moon goddess stared after her. "That is exactly what I'm looking for."

Nevertheless, she transported herself to Olympus and went to the current meeting.

"How dare you?!"

Artemis turned to her half-sister, who was seething on her throne. "How dare you accuse my daughter, a heroine of Olympus, a traitor?"

She'd expected such of her reaction. It was only natural for parents to defend their children, however much wrong they did. "I have proof," she said calmly, taking out the paper. She held it out to the goddess of wisdom. "It's from Annabeth."

Athena reached for it suspiciously and read it. Afterward, her eyes widened in shock and she read it again. Finally, she looked up at the younger goddess. "She.. You were right."

She nodded. "She'd tried to kill my lieutenant. Already an obvious sign."

"Where is Annabeth Chase?" Zeus growled, slamming his bolt on the floor. "Threatening one of my daughters demands severe punishment, let alone attempting to kill them."

"My Hunters are looking for her," the goddess of the hunt replied, trying not to wince. "By a snake and the clothes she left."

"A snake?" The gods looked back at the goddess of wisdom, who leaned forward with narrowed eyes. "That's one of my symbols."

"She's aware of that, obviously," Poseidon said, rolling his eyes. "Maybe she had it purposefully find her?"

She glared at him. "I don't think she owns it."

"She does," Artemis cut in. "According to one of my hunters, she'd had God for some time now. Though I don't understand why she did not let me know."

"I didn't ever give her one."

"Well then perhaps she caught it herself."

"Wait, wait—God?" Apollo asked, blinking. "As in, capital G-O-D, the real, Christian god?"

His full-blooded sister rolled her eyes at his surprise. "It's the name of the snake."

"Oh."

"Enough," the king of the gods ordered, tired of the irrelevant spat. "I don't care where this snake came from, as long as it leads us to the traitor. For now, we have another matter to discuss."

"Which is?"

He sighed and turned to the goddess of the hunt. "Since I think your hunters are already doing your job," he began. "As the snake could lead them to an Ordian monster camp, I suppose we could postpone your solo hunt for it."

"So you are saying that I may aid my hunters?" Artemis inquired hopefully.

"Unless you finish this new task I give you."

The goddess scowled at this. "A new task. What if they do find a monster camp, and I am not there to help them?"

"We could send some campers, but I think neither you nor them would appreciate that," Zeus raised an eyebrow at her.

She thought for a while. "Fair point."

"Now, well, you didn't hear what Aphrodite had to say a while ago, did you?"

"No.." She started to get curious. What did she have to say that was so important? In her long, immortal life, never had Aphrodite said something important. Except for that bribe that started the Trojan War—possibly. The useless god.

"She said that Percy Jackson is not dead," Zeus said, noticing how her eyes widened with shock and maybe a little horror. "I want you to find him."

"No!" she exclaimed, her voice unintentionally going up a few octaves. The gods stared at her. "I mean: you can't make me find that man. Besides, why would you believe Aphrodite?"

Apollo raised an eyebrow at the word 'man', but didn't say anything.

"Because Nico di Angelo is sure about it," the goddess of love responded herself, her multi-colored eyes twinkling. "You know that children of Hades hold past grudges, but they don't lie to themselves. Take Bianca for example. Bringing her back doesn't mean that he doesn't believe that she is dead, but using that belief to increase his hope of bringing her back to life."

"But still; you can't make me find him." Artemis wasn't sure how Hades' spawn found out about it, but he sure wasn't secretive enough. Actually, she doubted that he would tell anyone after his father himself had said that Percy was dead. For many people, it was silly to believe the son of Hades before Hades himself.

"Oh, but we will." Aphrodite smirked, answering before their father could. The lord of the sky merely rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Your hunters, remember? I sense them going in the right direction: walking to their deaths."

She gritted her teeth. How could she forget? Her hunters were going to the danger zone. She had to find Percy, which was a little stupid if looked in her point-of-view, since she knows where he is. She just hoped he would understand. "Fine," she resorted. "But on one condition."

"Yes?" Zeus cut in, glancing at the goddess of love pointedly.

"I want to be there if my hunters need me."

"Only when they pray to you."

"Deal."

"Then it's settled." The king of the gods sighed gratefully, leaning back on his throne. "Anyone with anything else to say?" No one answered. "Meeting dismissed."

"Yeah, bye!" Andy grinned and waved to her friends, walking to the parked car, where a man in his mid-forties was waiting. "Hey Dad."

"Hey," Paul greeted, receiving a kiss from his daughter on the cheek. They got in the Prius. "How was your day?"

"Good. I'm really liking St. Paul so far," she replied, smirking at her father, who rolled his eyes. Then, her smirk faded and her face brightened in a genuine smile. "Dad, it's Percy's birthday today!"

Paul blinked, and then smiled a little. "Oh, yes."

The girl feigned surprise. "How could you forget?"

"It's just that I was too busy preparing for it."

This time, she really was confused. "What? How could that be?"

"I was just playing with you," he joked, reaching over to ruffle his daughter's hair. "I didn't forget it, I mean, like you said, how could I?"

"Ugh." Andy groaned, fumbling in an attempt to comb her hair with her hands. "Dad seriously, I'm twelve. Did you really have to do that?"

"No," he replied simply. They pulled up by the apartment building. The girl jumped out and dashed in, leaving her father to take her bags and lock the car.

Andy found her mother in the kitchen, putting down a plate of blue cupcakes on the table. "Hey Mom, I'm home." She approached her and gave her a hug, before grinning at the confectionaries. "This is for me, yes?"

Sally rolled her eyes. "You know you could eat some, but they're for your brother."

"Ow, ow, don't get some of it yet," her father called out to her, struggling with closing the door while holding her two bags in both hands. She paused, a cupcake halfway towards her mouth. "It's like taking food from someone before they could eat it." He dropped her bags by the dining table and plucked the small cake from her grasp, placing it back on the pile.

She frowned at him. "I was going to eat it."

"My point exactly," he said, lifting her bags and offering them to her. "Now, take your bags to your room. You can't just have me bringing them all for you like a house helper, can you?"

The girl huffed, but obeyed and went to her room, her bags with her. Her parents stared after her. "Why does she have to bring so many bags, anyway?"

"Come on, Paul. There is just two of it." Sally smiled good-naturedly, taking a seat. "Besides, it's only for today. Goode doesn't always have an exclusive holiday."

"I do wish."

There was a knock on the door. Paul stood. "I'll get it." He headed towards the front door.

The woman blinked, glancing at their daughter's room. "It might just be one of his visits on Percy's birthday."

A smile stretched across her husband's face. "But I still have to welcome him in, don't I?" He opened the door and frowned. Suddenly worried, Sally rushed to his side. It promptly vanished when she saw the Prince of the Seas at their doorstep, wearing a simple blue flannel shirt and jeans, his hair up in a ponytail like the usual. She wasn't quite sure what was wrong.

"Triton," Sally greeted, as her husband for some reason had difficulty to speak. "Why don't you come on in?"

"I truly appreciate it, madam, but I won't be here for long." Regardless, he gracefully stepped in and stood by their door, refusing to go any further.

He wasn't this formal the last times, she thought faintly. "Why have you come then?"

"I have news," at this, he rolled his eyes, grumbling, "once a messenger, always a messenger."

"What kind of news?"

"My brother is alive."

Sally's expression morphed into that of stunned disbelief. "What?!"

The minor god looked as if he was deciding whether to smile at his own good news or to frown for another reason. He apparently decided for the latter. "Yes. The son of Hades found out that he was alive, and had actually begun searching for him."

"What? Then why didn't he tell sooner?" she asked, her face unbelievably twisting with enraged incredulity. "It isn't only he who cares about my son."

"He only found this noon," the god explained patiently, if not a little mad himself at the spawn. The sooner they found out, the better, and then they would've helped the boy with his search, making his task a lot easier. Sometimes, he questions the intelligence of these mortals. "And I think he preferred to keep quiet about it because his father had already told that Percy is dead. It would sound ridiculous, and he saved himself from humiliation."

The missing hero's mother sighed; her hand moved to rub her throbbing forehead. Paul took the plunge. "Have you done anything about it yet?"

"About what yet?" a carefree voice flew into the living room, followed by the inquisitive look from the owner of it. Andy was now out of her jeans, which were replaced with a thin garb of baggy shorts. "The cupcakes? I could eat them now, if you want to."

She strode into the living room, catching sight of whom they were talking to and promptly looked sheepish. "Oh, uh, hello."

The corners of Triton's mouth twitched upwards indolently. "Hello, Andy. You sure have grown."

The girl blinked. "Um, we saw each other a year ago."

"Doesn't make much difference."

"Yeah.." She slowly trailed off, glancing between the three as though looking for signs of interaction, which should be about obvious. "What were you just talking about?"

"Percy is alive, Andy," Paul said bluntly, turning to the god. The girl's mouth was making various shapes, soundless. "Have you done anything about it?"

Triton glanced at his half-sister (he'd resorted to calling her that) oddly. "From what Father had entrusted me with," he said, a slight flicker of annoyance flashing in his eyes, "my uncle had ordered the gods to watch their domains, not directly looking for him but watching out. This way, they would still carry on with their duties. Only Lady Artemis was tasked to look for him on purpose."

"I want my son to be found safe. Quick," Sally requested.

"I would inform you of any news as soon as possible," Triton replied dutifully.

The woman felt like she was talking to the police. "Why don't you come in—eat for a while?" she invited, stepping back to give him some space. "It is Percy's birthday after all, and a right time to celebrate at the information that he could actually spend it with us someday." Her daughter came out of her stupor, nodding avidly at him to accept her mother's offer.

The godly son of Poseidon pursed his lips, before nodding, albeit reluctantly. "I need to go back to my duties, but a small break couldn't hurt."

"Hey Moony," Percy said casually, coming up from behind her. She didn't look surprised one bit. "You look lavishly beautiful today."

Fleetingly acknowledging the use of a new word, she rolled her eyes. "Shut up. Beauty isn't judged daily."

"Um." The physically seventeen-year-old boy blinked at her, as though he hadn't expected her to spurn him after a compliment. Or perhaps brush off the addition to his lesser vocabulary. It was a little bit of both, she thought.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, concluding that something might be since she was acting a little gutsier than usual. Anything out of the usual had to be something... out of the usual. Duh.

"They're looking for you," Artemis said. Frank, to the point; those were some of the things he liked about her—wait what? "They found out about you."

"What do you mean? The gods?" His eyebrows furrowed. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. He was entirely confident with Artemis that she wouldn't tell anything, and he knew first thing when she said that they found out that it was not her doing. Chaos and the other gods never said anything about keeping his existence a secret, since he was in another planet anyway. "They figured out I was still alive?"

"Yes. Apparently your friend Nico found out to begin with," she said, her lip curling in disdain as she spoke the boy's name.

Percy thought this was completely normal. It's in her blood to hate boys. "Oh," he muttered, thinking about how Hades might have messed up. "But they couldn't find me."

"A part of the problem," she responded, coiling her small, twelve-year-old hand around his wrist and dragging him along with her, haphazardly. She transformed into a seventeen-year-old form as they walked. He wondered, a bit smugly, if she simply wanted to hold his hand. He couldn't keep a tiny smile at the thought. "They ordered me to find you."

"And what, pray tell, would be the problem in that?" he asked her lightheartedly, a part of him serious. "You could pretend to be looking for me when you're just, oh, I dunno, doing girl stuff."

Artemis turned her head forty-five degrees and glared at him from the corner of her eye. "I don't do 'girl stuff.'"

"But you will," he chimed in, grinning goofily. She could tell that he was doing it just to set her off. "I mean, come on, what's the problem with that?"

"They would not let me aid my hunters."

"Uh." He blinked, scratching his head as they sat down at the beach. He wasn't even sure if he put a beach in the dreamscape. "I thought you were hunting with them."

The goddess sighed and leaned on his shoulder. His hands twitched upwards, itching to wrap themselves around her waist and pull her closer against him, but he knew that both of them were still a little uncomfortable with that. Sure, they'd kissed each other maybe once, maybe thrice, maybe a couple of times, but their hands were idling on each other's hair. Never yet on anything below that.

It was one of the many times he wished that Artemis would tell him to hold her, safe and secure in his arms. That way, he wasn't going to be afraid of anything like a punch nor a slap, no?

"Have I told you about a traitor in the Hunters?" she asked, recalling the last time that she'd told him... or maybe when she wanted to..

Percy went stiff. "A.. A traitor?" He hated traitors. They always bring division to allies and friends. And sometimes, those traitors were friends, and what's even more fun, they were forced, making all of it even worse.

The moon goddess pursed her lips nervously, and lifting her head from his shoulder, she faced her first and only lover. "I don't think you would believe me, but..," she broke off, looking him in the eyes, "the traitor is Annabeth."

His eyes widened in shock. "She—she wouldn't do that," he spluttered, looking at her pleadingly as if to tell him that this was a joke. "She's loyal to Olympus—by the gods, she's loyal to you."

"I thought so too," she answered gravely. "But she tried to kill my lieutenant."

"Thalia?" His jaw set. He looked truly disappointed of the treason. "What happened to her? Is she okay?"

"She's fine. She's leading the Hunt in finding Annabeth right now."

The son of Chaos sighed. "Maybe I shouldn't have died."

Artemis rolled her eyes. "Technically, you aren't dead."

A slow nod. "Right." Then he blinked as he remembered something. "Wait, if you're just going to pretend to search for me, then why can't you help the Hunt? It's not like you have anything to do." Like girl stuff, he thought, but decided that it was probably best not to say it.

"We had a deal that I cannot help them unless I've found you and had authentic proof," she explained shortly. "Which is pretty impossible, since you're in a faraway planet and I obviously can't get to you."

Percy pondered something for a while then smirked. "You didn't swear on the Styx, did you?" The tone in his voice making it clear that he was sure that she hadn't thought of it before.

The goddess would never admit it, but this man in front of her was right. Her father's forgetfulness was essentially useful for once. She didn't know how to thank him.

His smirk widened. "I imagine you struggling for words," he guessed, with a little chuckle. "You're welcome." He snorted with laughter as she glared at him. "Actually, I've been meaning to show something to you."

Her stare faded with curiosity. She watched while he fished a metallic square from his pocket. An iPod. She rolled her eyes. She could've guessed that he'd use one sooner or later. Handing her one of the earplugs, he touched the screen and made an upward motion. She saw that it was scrolling through a list of names that must've been songs. If only demigods had that technology.

Percy stopped the scrolling with a light touch of his thumb. He looked at her. "Can you..?" Understanding what he was implying at, she pressed the plug into her ear. He smiled and swept a loose strand of hair behind her ear, almost absently.

"I just heard this the afternoon before and I thought I'd let you hear it," he told her earnestly, still smiling at her. "I think it reflects our situation perfectly."

"So I'll pretend that you're the one singing," she said playfully, a smile hinting at her lips.

"You could do that. Besides, the guy's a great singer," he joked, chortling. "I spared you the trouble and provided you with the acoustic version. The standard version's... a little loud, to say the least."

Artemis blinked at him. He pressed the name of a song on the list, and at first, she heard nothing. Then there was a voice of a male; high, breathy, warm, and awash with emotion.

Stay for tonight, if you want to
I can show you
What my dreams are made of
As I'm dreaming of your face

She began to wonder where Percy had gotten such a song.

I've been away, for a long time, such a long time
And I miss you there
I can't imagine being anywhere else
I can't imagine being anywhere else but here

It isn't such a long time, she thought, though she knew in her heart that it wasn't true. He'd been away for ten years. But she knew that it was doubled on him. He must feel worse than she does.

How the hell did you ever pick me?

She didn't know either.

Honestly, 'cause I could sing you a song
But I don't think words can express your beauty

She released a small smile.

It's singing to me
How the hell did we end up like this?

Sorrow. Death. Wars.

You bring out the beast in me
I fell in love from the moment we kissed
Since then we've been history

Artemis didn't know if he was telling the truth.

They say that love is forever
Your forever is all that I need
Please stay, as long as you need

Her eyes widened. Forever..?

Can't promise that things won't be broken
But I swear that I will never leave
Please stay, forever with me

Was he meaning to say..?

It goes to show, I hope that you know that you are
What my dreams are made of

Between her days? In truth, she just found out.

And I, can't fall asleep
I lay in my bed awake at night
And I'll fall in love
You'll fall in love
It could mean everything, everything to me
O-oh, this could mean everything to me

Her smile pinched upwards slowly.

They say that love is forever
Your forever is all that I need
Please stay, as long as you need

The accuracy was killing her.

Can't promise that things won't be broken
But I swear that I will never leave

She would hope on it.

Please stay, forever

Forever.

-*Time Skip—Planet Khaos, 20 Years*-

Dear diary,

Okay, I don't really know how this works. The idea of addressing a letter to a diary, an inanimate object, sounds very ridiculous itself. But my dad advised me to keep one if I needed to be true to myself—if I don't have anyone to turn to. He says he has one, too, in the form of a sketchbook, and tells me that no one else should see it but the owner, him. Since he has his own, I'll go give it a try.

So my life's been pretty crazy these days. No, scratch that—my life is totally, and utterly crazy. Theoretically, I was a child of the gods. Let me explain for a moment.

I don't have any real parents; not that I know of, at least. My dad—the same guy I told you about earlier—adopted me. I believed him ever since he told me twelve years earlier, until my adoptive grandma, Lady Chaos, said to me that nothing is impossible in the Greek world—including that revolving door. That was also my dad's motto. So maybe, I thought, I have real parents..?

But I was abandoned. On the moon. Whoever does that?

Yeah, my dad found me there and he doesn't know who left me. Apparently, he was the heir of Grandma Chaos, the all-knowing creator of the universe. So he should at least know something, right? Wrong. He doesn't know anything about my birth.

And uh, don't assume that I'm a green-skinned alien or anything like that (though I have been told that there really were things like those) since I was found on the moon, because I am perfectly human. I am a demigod, they say. Child of a mortal and a god; I have both red and gold blood running in my veins. So that means one of my parents is still well, powerful and ruling, right? I wonder who they are.

So anyway, while I was being raised all those years, I learned to fight. They taught me. They said that I was the greatest kid fighter they've ever trained, since I rule out in almost all of the essential lessons: close combat, marksmanship, powers, strategy—even in machinery. But of course, aside from my dad. He'd originally been their lone student before I came along.

Right now, from inside my room, I could hear them discussing about the next planet my dad would have a mission on. Yes; you see, it's a part of the creator's job to ensure peace within his creations and between them and itself. Last time, he said that it excited him on his first time, but now it had been boring. He said his training days were supposed to be over in the next month. What would happen if he finishes, anyway? Would he leave me?

I don't know. I hope he won't. But if ever he'll come back to that planet—Earth, I believe—I'll be sure to come along. The gods here say that there are plenty more of demigods back there. I'm really excited to meet some, and perhaps, make friends.

So yeah, I think I have been too carried away on this so I'll end this entry for now. Funny, I only start doing this diary stuff at sixteen. I hope I did not sound too silly.

Sincerely,

Arc Jackson

AN: The song is called "If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn" by Sleeping With Sirens. So no, it does not belong to me. Thank you for reading, have a nice day! ~SmartzyFan