Sea, Wisdom, and Thieves.

Chapter 9: The Boy With The Past Life.

Luke Costello had seen Thalia arrive with her.

It was almost like someone had punched him in the gut, she looked so much like her parents. Her hair was the exact shade as Annabeth, at least in the bright sunlight. Her eyes were a mix of startling sea green and intense gray.

She was tall, around 5'7, a good middle ground seeing as her parents hadn't been short, and lithe. Built like someone who was always on the move, never in one place for long.

Her eyes were more green, like Percy's, then gray but it was obvious the gray was there.

He'd been sixteen when the memories had come back to him, memories the gods were not all that shocked that he had, having had a feeling who he had been in his last life.

Yet they were extremely shocked by the fact those memories had returned to him.

Everyone knew it as well, it was hard to keep something like returned memories from a past life a secret.

Especially since it had taken him a while to get used to having two sets of memories. To many he was the boy with the past life, a past life which he never liked talking about.

For the first year he'd catch himself introducing himself as Luke Castellan, and than reminding himself that he wasn't that boy anymore. He may look and act like him at times, but he wasn't him.

That was his past life, and even if irony or fate had made him a son of Hermes, once again, he was still Luke Costello.

A boy who'd lost his mother to cancer when he was fourteen years old, whose father had always been hesitant around him.

It hadn't been until his memories returned he realized why. Hermes had always known he was Luke Castellan in a past life. The return of his memories hadn't driven father and son apart, it had actually strengthened their relationship.

It stopped some mistakes that had tried to repeat from happening.

He'd been in sword lessons, teaching the minor god cabins – which never had as many children as the major cabins – when he'd noticed Thalia arriving with the girl that he'd learned about from his father.

Before he'd gotten his memories back he'd not known anything about his past friends – Annabeth, Thalia, Grover, Clarisse (grudgingly so), the Stoll brothers (his own brothers even in this life time).

So the tale of Perseus and Annabeth Jackson's death hadn't really perturbed him much more than it would a normal demigod.

He had felt the gods had wronged the two demigods children.

Hermes had told him that the gods had agreed to not do anything in concern to Danae Jackson; Who they felt was too dangerous to live, too unpredictable, inheriting too much from Poseidon and Athena.

He digressed though, the gods had allowed her to live because her parents were there to raise her to honor the gods, to be loyal to Olympus and to teach her the way of her powers from being a demigod legacy of Poseidon and Athena.

When the two Jackson's died on that quest, Zeus became paranoid. He, and half the council decided that without Annabeth and Percy Jackson alive she was too dangerous to live.

As for their son, well, he'd never shown the power Danae had, he acted more like a son of Athena, and apparently had little power from Poseidon.

No one was really sure why Danae was so different from her brother, many thought it was because Athena blessed her at birth, or because she was the first child born of a union of Poseidon and Athena.

Others thought it was simply the gods paranoia and she couldn't be as power or dangerous as they thought.

Luke could remember how powerful Percy was, and he didn't doubt any children he had would have been powerful. And a child of him and Annabeth.

He could see where she could grow to be a force to be reckoned with with the right motivation and training. The gods worst mistake had been shunning Danae Jackson, fearing her for something she may never and probably would never become or do.

To him, when his memories returned from his past life, it seemed like the gods had learned nothing from the second Titan War. They wondered why another was starting to break out.

And not even a century had passed.

Kronos must have really known what he was doing was what went through many's minds, but Luke knew better than anyone how true that was.

Luke hadn't meant to eavesdrop on the conversation between Mr. D, Chiron, Thalia, and Danae.

He'd wanted to come and ask Chiron about tomorrows journey to Olympus for the camp trainers and those selected to help in this coming war.

The Oracle's prophecy had been given, and those the Oracle indicated would be narrowed down on Olympus. He just hoped it wouldn't end badly.

"As much as I'd love to see Olympus burn, I won't ally myself with the Titan who nearly killed my parents life more than once."

He heard who he knew was Danae says and his breathing hitched in his throat as he stopped himself from entering the room.

The only good thing out of what he'd just heard was Danae had no more desire to help the Titans than she did Olympus.

It still worried him though, but he couldn't stay and listen to anymore, he had to get out of there. He needed time to think.

Danae's words had brought back many memories. Hadn't he said something like that to his once friends when he'd lived his first life?

It was a good thing he'd given up thinking of his past life as a completely different person or he'd have confused himself with that thought.

"Hey, Costello," a voice, familiar at that, said. "What's got you up in the dumps?"

Luke rolled his eyes, turning his icy blue eyes on a girl around two years younger then him at eighteen. Long blond hair, and dark blue eyes – Vivica Rodriguez had taken most after her father, Chris Rodriguez and son of Hermes.

Viv, as she preferred, was mostly like her mother in personality though and was claimed by Ares, which sometimes annoyed Hermes who had wanted to claim one of his first granddaughters in years.

But Viv probably would have driven the Hermes cabin to an early grave if Hermes had the chance to claim her – claiming of demigod legacies in the camp were just to place them amongst those their powers took most after.

He wondered who would claim Danae – Poseidon or Athena?

"Thalia returned," he answered.

Viv's face went from annoyed amusement to serious an grim.

"She have her?" she asked.

Luke snorted at how she said 'her' like it was a bomb ready to explode.

"Yeah," he said and Viv nodded.

"Good luck, Costello," she said. "I think we'll all need it for tomorrow."

She then turned and continued on her way to the Ares cabin. Luke sighed, and continued on.

He spent the next hour in the training fields, hacking at training dummies with his sword, celestial bronze, nothing really special. It was the sword he'd had since his first day at camp when he was ten.

Once he had gotten over his thoughts and worked out his frustration he sheathed his sword at his side and began walking back to the cabin.

Dinner would be before long, on the way there he saw a blond standing in front of the Poseidon cabin, just staring up at it.

He blinked, and realized who it was soon after.

Bit bit the inside of his cheek and clinched his fist to muster the courage to talk to her. He'd have to eventually. There was no doubt she was part of the Oracle's prophecy.

"Hey," he called as he approached.

He saw her turned, and for a moment it wasn't her standing there but Annabeth and Percy – side by side – and then it was just her.

He shook his head from the memory of the two people from his past, and up close he realized how much she did look like her parents.

She had a lot of Percy's features, just feminine, but also a obvious amount of Annabeth's looks.

Mostly it were her eyes that unsettled him. They were deep, bright, yet filled with bitterness and sadness along with a wall of ice that blocked any warmth they might hold.

"You're Danae Jackson," he said, and he saw her lips twitch and form into a slight smirk.

"You don't say," she said, with little emotion though a sarcastic amusement was obvious.

"I'm Luke, Luke Costello, son of Hermes," he said, holding out his hand.

Danae looked at it and then him and snorted.

"I don't care," she said and moved past him.

He sighed, ran a hand through his hair and turned, reaching out to grab her arm to stop her from leaving.

"Wait, Danae..." He didn't get to finish.

Her eyes flashed in anger – or what he assumed to be anger – as she turned.

She pulled him forward, thrust her elbow into his gut, making him double over in pain. She then turned and he was basically judo thrown over her shoulder.

He landed painfully on his back. Her booted foot at his neck, with the slightest of moves she could have snapped his neck – and from her glare he fear for a second she might.

"Listen, I don't care who you are. Here are some rules; rule one – don't touch me. Rule two – don't speak to me. Rule three – don't act like you know or understand me," she spat out.

"Is it acceptable to breath in your direction?" he choked out, smirking slightly and she snorted, removing her foot and taking a step back.

"Funny," she said, though she hardly seemed amused.

"Look, I'm sorry if I offended you," he said. "But I figured if we're going to be fighting together in the coming war..."

Danae shook her head.

"Currently, I'm not fighting anything with anyone," she said, sighed and shook her head. "You wouldn't understand."

Luke felt like laughing crazily, he wouldn't understand? If anyone could understand, it would be him. But before he could say anything and possibly put his foot in his mouth, the dinner horn was blown.

Danae sighed.

"See ya, Costello."

Luke watched her jog off to the dinning pavilion and then smiled slightly. She had listened to his name after all, even if she had called him by his last name instead of his first.

"So, that's her."

Luke turned to find Clarisse Rodriquez nee La Rue standing there, looking at the retreating back of Danae. He sighed, nodding.

"I hope this doesn't end badly, something tells me she wont help without a price," Clarisse said. "Who would have thought, Prissy and Wise Girls kid would be such a...well...bitch."

Luke snorted.

"She's had a hard life."

"Like you?" Clarisse said, and then smirked. "Don't think I've forgotten who you were before this life kid. But maybe if anyone can reach her, it'll be you."

Luke nodded, and the two left separately for the dinning pavilion.

Luke could only hope Clarisse was right, and he could help Danae. He felt he owed it to Percy and Annabeth to try.