Gracie Jackson

~ Part 11 ~

In my dream, I was no longer in the woods at Camp Half-Blood, but rather back at my house in California, where my parents were talking freely at the dinner table.

"Annabeth we don't know for sure that this prophecy is about her," dad said. He reached across the table and held my mom's hand. She looked up at him and I realized with a shock that she had been crying.

"Percy, the last time we said that, we ended up being separated for months and when we finally found each other we were thrown into Tartarus. I know you're trying to be optimistic, but our parents both showed up to give us this prophecy," she replied.

"The wise-sea's daughter can mean anyone, not just Gracie." At the sound of my name, my heart stopped. What prophecy were they talking about? Before I could find out someone shook me awake.

I woke up in the Camp Half-Blood infirmary with Connor standing over me. "Hey you're awake!" he said, "You were practically dead Blondie, I was worried."

"What happened?" I asked. His face dropped. Staring at him for an answer, I noticed a new bruise around his eye.

"Well we won the game, but at a price. After Chiron blew the horn that let everyone know the game was over, I ran to find you and when I got there, the Red Team was still attacking you. I kinda blew up and sent a strike of lightning that blasted them all," he explained. I sat up and hugged him. He didn't look very comfortable with my display of affection but I didn't care.

"Thank you," I said, "I also owe you an explanation." I got out of the infirmary bed and instantly crumpled to the floor, luckily Connor caught me. Why wasn't a healer from the Apollo Cabin here?

"You sprained your ankle, it probably isn't a good idea to walk," he said. He didn't know who he was talking to. I pushed him off of me and walked out the door of the infirmary without limping. Connor shook his head and followed me through the lawn. As we walked, campers stared at me, until finally we reached the deserted beach of Long Island Sound.

"I'm not just a descendent of Athena, but of Posiedon," I said. Connor didn't look surprised since he had seen me controlling the creek last night.

"How are you a descendent of both?" he asked.

"My mom is a child of Athena and my dad is a child of Posiedon," I explained. Connor nodded then stopped abruptly.

"But the only living demigod child of Posiedon, is Percy Jackson," Connor started. I could see the gears turning in his mind. "Oh my gods. Your parents are Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase aren't they?" He had pieced it together, the first and  hopefully last person at Camp Half-Blood to learn my secret.

"I have my mom's battle strategy and my dad's ability to control water. I'm the freak of my family, the only kid with both powers. The Roman's hate me and only let my family into their Camp because of Frank and Hazel," I said, I was ranting out everything that was boiling up inside, "My parents sent me here with the name Gracie Blofis instead of Gracie Jackson so people would get to know me for me instead of for who my parents are, so I agreed to stay hidden."

"You don't have to hide from me, I'm a freak too," he said. "When I was a baby, my mom died during childbirth. I was dead for 8 minutes as well and should've stayed dead too but Zeus did some crazy healing magic and here I am. He brought me to Camp Half-Blood for Chiron to look after, but instead, I was adopted by two demigods: Nico Di'Angelo and Will Solace. I'm also like the only child of Zues who hates being in the spotlight. "

"Wait, your parents are Nico and Will? Seriously?" I asked.

"Yep. We live here in New York, so I grew up at Camp with them," he said, looking out at the water. He tilted his head like he had gotten an idea and grabbed my hand, pulling me down towards the water.

"What are you doing?" I questioned. He turned back at me, let go of my hand and dove into the water. "Oh my gods," I said while rolling my eyes. I dove in after him and followed him out to sea. "I hope you drown."

"I got you as my lifeguard," he said. He started to flail his arms and sink under the surface. "Help me, help me!" He screamed mockingly. I swam over to him and willed the waves to lift him into the sky. He put out his arms and went swimming in the sky. I dropped my hands and let the wave he was riding fall, dropping him 40ft through the air. Just when he was about to drop into the water, he pushed himself up, using the wind and lifted me up with him, creating a mix of storm and rain on the line where the sky meets the sea. We both dropped, falling into the ocean below. We swam and talked for hours until finally deciding to head back to the beach where the sun was starting to set.