I Knew You All Along [ Sequel ]

Chapter One: How we became ONE

Andrea's P.o.v.

The events of the past have turned to become nothing but a horrible, horrible nightmare. It was all confusing to me at first, but Aphrodite wasn't warning me about Hera's plan to get rid of all immortal gods' children, but she was giving me a heads up on my future love life.

The strange boy from detention turned out to be more than just some stranger. This wasn't just a chance encounter it was planned. Newt knew he was a demigod from the beginning and I was just confused. I didn't believe in all those Greek myths, but after meeting him everything made sense. The weird dreams, I was dyslexic, and I had ADHD.

I would be lying if I said I didn't like him from the beginning he was creepy and sounded like a complete psychopath, but after seeing a hydra for the very first time and Half-Blood Hill in all its glory I had no choice; but to believe him.

After our encounter and staying at Camp Half-Blood Newt and I were very distant. No speaking was allowed between us and we didn't even acknowledge each others presence. However, that changed the day we were forced to fight together in combat. We worked together as a team, gracefully slaying everything in our path. Something changed that day, we both realized we were cruel, monster-slaying, bad bitches.

We were stuck together like glue on paper. We fought together not as two people, but as one. It wasn't until the day that the Hydra attacked me that Newt finally realized how much I truly meant to him. Just like when I got attacked in my dream by the Griever did he really realize that he was going to lose me, but this time for real? But just in like the dream I conquered death. The next few days spent in the infirmary were silent as Newt held my hand and prayed for me to be okay.

The minute I regained consciousness he wasn't even awake! So, this is when I told myself drastic times call for drastic measures: I slapped that English gringo across the face!!! He woke up and yelled at me speaking too fast for me to understand anything he was saying. So, I saw my opportunity and pulled him in for a kiss.

Pulling away out of breath, I leaned my forehead against his, "You talk too much."

We both realized... again, that we needed one another to be: complete. Newt and I were one. There isn't one without the other. Without him there's no me and without me there's no Newt.

One can't live if the other doesn't survive.