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Guilt. Overwhelming guilt weighed down on me. If only, if only I could have done something. I didn't know what, but it was my fault. There was a girl at the end of the hall. It was dark, and she was crying. My fault again. I rushed to her, but my feet felt as if they were moving through mud. Finally, I reached her. "What's wrong?" I gently asked, putting my hand on her shoulder. She whirled around, pushing my hand away and looking me in the face. My stomach dropped.

"This is all YOUR fault!" the girl screamed through her tears. She was me, younger. I recoiled from her, sucking in air to scream, knowing it would be pointless, but doing it anyway.

My eyes snapped open to Percy hovering above me. "Meda, you were having a nightmare," he explained.

"Yeah," I said quietly. I glanced at the clock. Four thirty. Ugh. Three more hours until we had to hop in my car and drive to Forks high school, home of the Spartans, ironically. I just convinced Percy to live with my adopted dad Charlie and me in tiny little Forks, Washington. It had been about two years since I'd been here, with living with my adoptive mom, and going to camp half-blood when I needed to, and fulfilling the great prophecy, I just didn't have time to visit like I used to.

After I was born, Sally Jackson, my mother, told me that I'd just disappeared from the hospital. She had Percy, and had raised him as normally as she could, hiding him in the mortal world. I was not so lucky. I had been taken into camp when I was four years old, because the monsters can always smell the child of a powerful god, and I had no protection. I was bounced around foster care until I went to camp, and camp half-blood became my home. I lived there year round for about three years, the youngest camper ever. I had become proficient with a bow, decent with a sword, but showed true talent with a long knife in each hand. The older campers taught me how to fight, how to make friends, and what loss feels like as one by one they all died from one thing or another. Making it to your late teens was a celebration. Making it to your twenties was rare. Making it anywhere near 25 was a downright miracle. I was one of the many unclaimed children, living in the Hermes cabin with others. But I was different. The youngest child ever brought to camp, and once I walked in a river and didn't get wet. I had to focus on getting wet before it happened. When I first realized that, I kept it secret. I didn't tell anyone, even Chiron. I wanted to, but had a feeling I shouldn't.

When I was about seven, I decided to chance it again in the mortal world. I could protect myself better than before, with a small dagger in each shoe and coat sleeve. That's where I met Charlie and Renée. They were living in New York at the time and were looking to adopt a child because they found they couldn't have any. Charlie was a low level cop, Renée was going to school for interior design. They were the first ones to give me a chance. They were angry, of course, when I came home late, covered in scratches and cuts and bruises from my fights with monsters or other children. But they never gave up. So I told them that I was a half blood, unclaimed, and they believed me.

Then they also did something that changed me. They put me in ballet lessons. There were so many others in there, my scent was masked somewhat. And I loved it. The jumping, twirling, and competition sang to me. I could go home and sleep because I was so tired. Then they dropped the bombshell. Divorce. My world was thrown upside down at age 10, again. Renée went to phoenix, Arizona for her design job, and Charlie went back to forks, his hometown. I went to camp, Charlie's, and Renée's for a year before I put my foot down. I would only go to Renée and camp. Charlie was the responsible adult; he would be fine on his own. Renée was more irresponsible, and needed me more. I kept in touch with Charlie, going when I could, but I still felt guilt.

Then I met Percy when the toilets exploded. We were both claimed as the children of Poseidon, twin siblings. I admit I was angry. I waited eight years, and he waited a month. So we began our adventures to fulfill prophecies and whatnot. We just finished saving the world in august when I invited Percy to live with me in forks with Charlie. I guess Sally named me Andromeda because she did not want Percy and me to get separated. But we were, for 12 years of our lives. And I never actually lived with him like I was supposed to. We shared summers in camp, but that was really it. But now, with Sally and Renée both married, I felt I should spend time with Charlie and Percy again. And we were starting our sophomore year in high school in November in three hours.

"Couldn't have waked up an hour later, right. And you know I can't go back to sleep," Percy complained, sitting on my mattress.

"Well deal. And at least you have time to fix up your hair," I shot back.

He sighed dramatically, and then turned serious. "You have your pencils and your watch, right?"

"Of course, idiot," I reassured him. My watch was the one Tyson gave me, the one with the shield on the inside. My pencils turned into knives when I clicked the lead out.

Charlie had assured us that through the kindness of their hearts, the school had given us the same schedule for the rest of the year. If we lasted that long. I pushed the thought away. We would be fine. Time passed, and I ate my breakfast and showered. I was glad that I had the bathroom to myself. Percy and Charlie had to share. I put my hair in the usual tight braid down my back. Just my luck if we met some titan or something else on our first day. At 7:15 we were ready to go. Armed and dangerous and all that jazz. I pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine to the old truck Charlie bought off his friend as our present.

Percy glanced nervously at the students milling around. He didn't like school as much, with his ADHD and dyslexia. For some reason, I was the anomaly among demigods and had neither.

"Hey," I said, lightly punching him in the shoulder. "You'll do fine. I'll be there with you and everything."

His mouth lifted at the corners a bit, and he touched his camp necklace. Mine had more beads, but I never took it off either.

"Let's go," he said, and got out of the car.

We walked up to the office and tried to ignore the blatant stares of the other students. It was a small town, not many new people, there would be talk, I knew. Head up, I told myself. We eventually reached the office and got our schedules. The TA at the office then walked us to our first class. She made eyes at Percy. He didn't seem to notice. Good.

The day was uneventful. Just going from class to class, introducing ourselves, smiling when needed. The lunch break was a gift from the gods, I didn't know if I could take it any longer. Percy and I sat with some people we met, Jessica, Angela, mike, Tyler, Eric, and another girl who I forgot. There were no monsters that I noticed. We made small talk at lunch, and then I saw them. Five people who did not look like people walked into the room. Well, they more like glided. Their skin was too pale, faces too symmetrical.

"Who are they?' I asked Jessica. She whispered that they were the Cullens, moved there a year ago, all adopted, father a doctor at the local hospital. I nodded at all the right points, but kept glancing back to them. They all bought a lunch, but they did not eat. Too graceful, too…. Wrong. Monsters? But why bother blending in, why not attack us where we stood? Again, I was grateful we survived a swim in the Styx. At least we had some ready protection in case they did attack. And, Percy was the best swordsman and I was the best knives woman the camp had seen in centuries. We could take them, I was sure. I could be deadly if I needed to be.

"Keep an eye out," I whispered to Percy in Greek. I didn't want anyone asking questions. He nodded and went back to eating.

"I'm glad we're here though" he said. "We've never…" I understood. We never got to be brother and sister like we should be. We didn't grow up together, didn't spend enough time together.

"I know," I said. I looked up at the possible monsters, and found one staring at me already. Red gold hair, symmetrical face, puzzled expression. I looked down. Lunch ended, and Spanish began. Thankfully, we didn't have to introduce ourselves then. We took the trek down to biology, and then the teacher held us at the front. Looked like he would make us introduce ourselves. Ugh. I gave the simple introduction I'd been giving all day. I looked around and saw one of the possible monsters sitting at an empty table. No friends. Hm.

"Hello," I said to the class. "My name is Andromeda Jackson and this is my brother Percy. We just moved here from New York, and we are, in fact, twins."

The teacher gestured to the empty seat next to monster boy. Great. Percy dragged a spare stool over and I sat in the one there. Monster boy stiffened. I set out my notebook and pens, then just in case, my pencils. I could grab them if needed. I glanced at him, and saw that his eyes were fixed on me, black pools of hatred. I looked back to the front, and took notes when I needed to on the lecture. I nudged Percy with my leg, and he looked over me to the monster boy….. Edward, I think Jessica said his name was. Well, if he hated me so much, but didn't attack, I think that said a lot. Maybe he was mortal. A strange, non-mortal looking mortal. Percy nudged me back, noting the look on my other partner's face. The hour passed like that, and when it ended, Edward quickly left the room. Very quickly, too quickly, really. I would keep an eye on him.