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( All right Chapter 3, Sorry for the wait.)

" You're more recklace than most of the demigods I've seen. Even more so than that Percy Jackson."

A deep voice wakes me, slowly I open my eye's and touch my head, it's throbbing as if I have a 100 pound weight strapped to my head. I blink and look around finding myself in what looks like it should be a room in a palace. Everything's so beautiful in a white marble with preacious stones and my eye's I yawn...Wait, am I breathing out bubbles ? What in the world !? Quickly I get up but it feels's like I'm moving in slow motion what is this ? I make my way to what looks like a balconey and look outside. It must still be night time because I can't see anything. Panic set's in and I wonder if a monster has caputred me. But how would it have gotten through the barrier ?

" Where am I ?"

I ask turning around but I see no owner of the voice that I just heard mere seconds ago, just an empty room, walking back in I once again look for whoever it is. Suddenly I freeze, feeling a presence right behind me. I close my eye's ready for whatever it is that's about to attack me. I don't have my sword, I don't know if anyone know's I'm gone. Will they notice ? Will they miss me ? I don't know. The dread takes over and I clench my hands into fists.

" Just get it over with !"

And suddenly I feel a set of fingers brush my hair to the side, a broad front pressed against my back and something cool and metalic across my throat. Surprised I look down seeing a silver conch shell necklace on me. Confussion crosse's my face and I turn around to see who it is, only to find nothing.

" I can't accept this."

What the hell is this ? I move my hands and try to unclasp it, to get it off of me.

I stop as fingers lift my chin, a body flushed against mine. My breath catches in my throat and I stare into a pair of dark blue eye's staring into mine, They're so beautiful that it's almost breath taking. I feel a hand push my hair back, and the laced a prized necklace around my neck.

" Your pride will be the death of you."

A deep voice speak's, I can hear a smile in his tone. This isn't some monster that's taken me; it's worse, at least a monster would get to the point and eat you. It's a god, but the question is: ' Which' ?

He moves away from me and I hear what I suppose are his footsteps thudding against the floor.

"I can kill and plunder all that you know. Each beat of your heart, each breath you take...You take as a privilege granted to you."

He lowers his head, touching my bare shoulders,his fingers tracing my flesh, I swear I can feel scales it's revolting, I blush as I hear him smelling my hair. I want to slap him and push him away from me.

"If my pride is my death then your's will be your demise."

I whisper into his ear, my voice kitten soft and though just as seductive as a snake's hiss. I walk out of his reach and towards what look's like a table. I glance at him though as if he were nothing more. I bet he's what I've heard about when other campers whisper about the God's: Arrogant, cocky, has no clue about the hardships in this world though most of them might have been caused by him.

(? P.O.V.)

My eyes burns at the truth and arrogance of her words. I reach for my sword, holstered across my broad shoulders, and slash across the table splitting the marble into shards. I slash the sword, it's hiss cuts through the air, and the blade stops a hair length from her lovely neck.

"I want you and I'm determined to have you...You will love me. You will love me of your own free will. Our union will unite and form the greatest empire the world will ever know."

I breathed in her scent, and could sense the heat of her body. My manhood trembles, and I am terrified at the emotions that she seem to evoke in me. Never have I seen nor met a mortal like her. It's new and quite fun. When she cursed at us God's I just knew that I had to have her. I'll make her imortal and she will be mine.

(Back to Jenna)

I stare at him with cold blue-gray eye's, my soft rose pink lips form a smile as I raise my hand and softly move his blade aside. I walk towards him,towards his silouette feeling brave I don't stop unitl I feel that my body is flushed against his.I reach and trace my fingers along his jaw, starring deep into his eye's and possibly his soul.

" The goddess of love couldn't command me to love you even if she poured an aphrodisiac into my cup."

I hiss before turning and walking away before he could even attempt to make a grab at me, suddenly I stop, my body tenses screaming danger.

"Your arrogance will kill them all ! Every last one of them, your friends, your family, all of that precious camp !"

He becomes an animal, slashing his broad sword wildly, shattering the precious antiquities that lines in this room. Frightened I hurry and run as he moves towards me, my heart's racing, who know's what he's going to do to me. I shout prayers in my mind for protection, for a maidens protection. Though I'm sure no one would hear me now, not after what I said last night. I don't care if I fall to my death I jump up, standing on the railing I don't waste another second and jump.

I open my eye's gasping, choking on what I don't know, my clothes are wet and I'm shaking, everything aches, my chest hurts; burning in pain. I'm dizzy and can't see straight. I feel a set of hands on me, helping me set on my side as I cough and sob for air, I reach down and grab at whatever I can only to find some wet sand in my hands. Am I still at the bank near the lake ? Was that all a dream ?

" You idiot ! Don't you dare scare us like that again !"

Annabeths voice fills my ears and I feel her hand as she rubs my back. I hear wailing in the back ground obviously Tyson, somewhere in the blur I hear the voices of my friends, and Adam, and other voices that I don't recgonize.

" Jenna, what happened ? What on earth possessed you to do something like this ? Why would you ?"

I blink, seeing Percy in front of me, he grabs my shoulders steadying me, his eye's filled with such anger and hurt. He's so serious that I don't recgonize him at all. I look at him confused, why is he so mad all of a sudden. Also what time is it ?

" Why did you-"

" Percy, that's enough. Let her breath."

Grover intervenes, wrapping a blanket around my shoulder's, stepping aside I look up as Will and Adam walk in and start examining me.

" Adam."

I look up at him but he refuese's to look at me, instead he only listens and responds to Will when asked or told to do something. Now he's mad at me ? What's gotten into him ?

" Adam w-"

" Have you swallowed any water ?"

" What ? No..I mean I don't think so."

Will ask's stopping me; tilting my head up he shines a small light in my eye's, after being surrounded in darkness like that it hurt's. I wince and look away, blinking a couple of times I notice that the sky is pink, so it's probably morning.

" What do you mean ? What happened, all I remember was dozing off near the bank of the lake."

What's with everyone, so I got my feet wet and possibly my legs and lower half of my body jeez.

" Jenna a few nymphs found you face down in the lake !"

Percy snap's, making both me and Grover flinch, kneeling down he stares at me.

" Tell me right now, did you fall asleep here, or where you trying to..."

He stops, letting his unasked question hang in the air. I know what it it, so does Annabeth, Grover, Will and Adam. I narrow my eye's and glare at him.

" Don't. Don't start, don't ask, don't even think it !"

I snap at him and stand up, balling my hands into fist's. Unfortunately I moved too fast and now I stumble and fall flat on my behind on the bank.

" Have I gotten any reason to do that, have I acted strange, or said anything at all !?"

" Well no but-"

" But what !? Huh !? Out of everything you've seen do you honestly think I'd go off the deep end. LITERALLY ?! I don't even know what happened to me ! Fell asleep outside, woke up in a cave, got a necklace from a pervy god, ran off, woke up here then Bam ! Everyone here thinks I'm crazy, depressed and possibly suicidal ! Well you know what, I'm none of those things ! I'm Mad ! Now leave me alone, get out of my sight, and don't talk to me !"

I snap at them and storm off, heading to the big house for a long shower and a nap. Half the day passes and about half the campers don't even look at me let alone meet my eye's. Why are they so concerned all of a sudden ? But what's worse is the whispers, the assumptions. I admit I'm not the brightest person, I don't always smile and I'm not one for joking around. Though I can't exactly blame the others; sometimes I have these...Thoughts. Dark thoughts that don't go away on a whim. Sometimes I don't even want to leave my bed, I try and I try but it never feels like I'm doing enough. I feel like I'm...Drowning.

Absentmindedly I rub the thumb of my right hand along my left arm, glancing down to see scars that I only know about. For a long time I was in such a dark place, it was before I went to live with Ms. Rose. Everything I witnissed, every bad thought I had, every bad thing I experienced had stayed with me and it stuck to me like tar. No matter many times I've tried to wash myself of it I can never get clean; forever tainted.

I wish I could open up to someone, anyone, to tell them what's wrong with me, or that I'm hurting but I'm just so scared, scared to see that they look at me differently, to have them treat me differently, like I'm broken. I wish I could tell someone how hard I struggled and that no matter how fast I moved or how long I held my breath it stuck to me. It got inside me and made everything hurt. Sometimes I felt so bad for simply living I'd go to sleep in hopes of never waking up ever again. All of those bad memories and experiences wouldn't let me go. And in attempt to get away I harmed myself and to me it just felt so good. It felt good to hurt physically than emotionally, to remind myself that I was alive. To cry and feel hot tears stream down my face over my physical pain than the ache I felt in my chest as I thought about all those harmful things said to me during that day or week. But it wasnt healthy, I knew it and yet I still did it.

" Why are you crying ?"

A voice breaks me out of my train of thought. Looking up I find that I'm sitting alone under one of the apple tree's and sitting next to me was Sylvia from the Apollo cabin. Quickly I wipe my cheeks to find that they were wet with tears.

" I'm not crying."

I deny it, rubbing my cheek a bit roughly that it turns a slight shade of red. Sniffling I bring my knee's up to my chest and look over the strawberry fields as she sit's beside me.

" Yes you were. What's wrong ?"

Sylvia asks and I glance at her. She's possibly a few years older than Percy, deffinitely older than me. She's nice, a bit petite with thin black hair that frizzes, a slender figure and a nice face with dark brown eye's. Like other's her features differ from those of her brother's and sister's in her cabin. But her skill's in healing are quite exquisite. I think she mentioned that when she's ready to leave she'd like to become a nurse or doctor. She deffinitely has the talent for it.

As I sit and take a deep breath I can feel her eyes's on me. I hate that she has this super power about her that makes me want to tell her everything. Though according to her that's the gift of being one of the older siblings.

" Fine. I'm...Annoyed with how everyone is treating me. The looks and whispers, I've been treated differently ever since everyone thought I was trying to..."

" Commit suicide ?" She asks, her voice a mere whisper as I nodded. Feeling this pit in my stomach I just curl up and hug my knees to my chest.

" I've never given a reason, I've never shown signs...I-"

" That's the thing though. Even when other's show signs, not everyone catches them. And it scares everyone. Because at the end of the day no one know's what it is that goes on in your head now do they ? And it's scary to admitt that sometimes you don't exactly notice when other's are suffering and it makes you feel horibble about it."

I look to Sylvia as she looked to the sunset, her eye's where misty and there was this look of pure pain across her features and I could tell that she was speaking from experience. Selfishly I wanted to ask her to explain and tell her story but then I wasnt in the right to ask.

" I suppose you're right.."