A/N Hey everyone! I HAVE 11 VIEWS! I can't explain how happy this makes me!!! So, just thought I would ask, what point of views do you guys want? I can do Keefe, Biana, Anabeth,  Grover, Tam, Lihn and maybe Marella. Also Sofitz or Sokeefe? (Please don't make me write Sokeefe) Also, please write feedback! I live off of comments! They are so fun to read! Please be courteous to younger readers, though. Also, I would like to dedicate this chapter to fitzphieforever22. Go follow them and vote for their story! I will stop talking now and let you read!

Sophie looked at me. "What's a Demigod?"

"A demigod is when a mortal and a god have a kid. So like the son/daughter of Aphrodite they would most likely be pretty. Also a son/daughter of Poseidon can control the water." I explained.

"So they're kinda like elves?"

"Yeah a little bit."

We stared at each other wrapped in our own thoughts. Of course that is the exact moment Keefe decided to bust through the door. "Woah," he said. "Am I interrupting something here?"

Sophie and I both blushed, making hasty, yet accurate excuses. Ro also came trotting in, most likely to help tease. "Demigods you don't say," she mused. "I've heard many stories of them. Good, bad, and weird."

"Annabeth," Sophie said. "Sorry. Ever since you said 'demigod, I've been thinking of the name Annabeth. I saw a picture of her too." Sophie reached for a sheet of paper. She projected a picture of a blond girl that slightly resembled Sophie.

"I think I know her. There's a kind of, I don't know, memory of her in the back of my mind. I can't put my finger on it though." She grunted in frustration. I couldn't help thinking how fun it was to watch her get frustrated.

"Maybe we should ask Forkle if he could try probing," I suggested. "He might uncover a useful memory."

"Or he'll be super stubborn and annoying," Keefe grumbled. "Like usual." Oh Keefe. Always so negative. 

I picked up my imparter. "Show me Mr. Forkle." I commanded. His bloated face suddenly filled the screen. "What do you kids want?" He asked, starting the sentence with his favorite words. 

"You need to get your rear end over here and help us figure some things out," Keefe called from the other side of the room.

"Ah, Mr. Sencen is here. I presume Miss Foster is as well?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Sophie, umm, remembered something. We won't tell you what unless you get over here and help."

He grumbled something about no respect for elders as he said "I will be over shortly. Everglen or Havenfield?"

"Everglen," we all said.

True to his word, a few minutes later, a large, bloated elf arrived at the sparkling mansion. "Now what do you kids need?" He asked grumpily.

Sophie took out the picture of Annabeth. Mr. Forkle started muttering to himself. "No, no, no, no."

 "I take it this memory wasn't supposed to be found?" Sophie asked.

He shook his head vigorously. "I couldn't share it. I knew that's once you knew it would trigger other memories." He paused. "Like who your parents are."

A/N MWAHAHAHA! I FEEL EVIL! Sorry, evil author moment. That might happen sometimes. Anyways, I REALLY NEED MORE STORY IDEAS! I can get the bone, but the fluff and stuff is a little bit harder. I want you all to know that I love you all and thank you so much for your support! Keep being awesome!

-sophiefoster4eva