Blood runs thicker than water, a saying that plagued your life since birth.

Being two demigod children born of the same mother and father, you and Annabeth should have been inseparable. For years you were, connected at the hip, Annabeth being just a few years younger.

She guessed that was why the argument hurt so much, why your words had stuck with her even after a month had passed since your fight.

It started with you being chosen for a quest and not picking her to be part of it. You had chosen two people who fit your needs best, and unfortunately, your sister was not one of them.

“You’ll be safe here at Camp.” You tried to convince her; she wasn’t listening. “I won’t be able to come along with you, ho-how am I supposed to be okay with that?” “This isn’t about you, Annie…”

“Obviously it is!”

“What do you want me to say?” Your voice was loud, eyes staring directly into hers as you saw her falter in surprise.

“Say I’m your sister.” Her voice cracked just slightly, her eyes watching you closely with tears beginning to brim in them.

A heavy beat passed, before you spoke up, “You’re my sister… but you’re not my responsibility. Not anymore.”