and there was my dad. "dad?" i said, quietly. "sky, sweetie... uhm... how do i say this. you can not come home for christmas." uh, i actually wasnt planning to. "i wasnt planning too, actually... but.. why, exactly?" dad sighed, and he he held onto my shoulders, saying worriedly, "it is not safe. somebody posioned thalias tree."

he had a tear in his eyes. "oh.. uh, well.. ill be back at summer, and if you need anything, just uh, iris message or something." "i will, sweetie. i must go, Hera is..." he rolled his eyes. she doesnt really like me, i dont think. "i love you sweetie." "i love you too, daddy."

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"subing for Professor Boone, the DADA teacher, is Professor Castian, and will be here for the rest of the semester, so, only a few more weeks, six or seven, and since, the golden trio is here for the rest of the week, he will be observing and handing out detentions if needed. now! off to bed!"

well, a new professor. fun,right? ha. how wrong i was.

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"ah. i wonder how Castian is going to be." "yea.. i do too."

freddie, james, and i walked in, Harry, Ron, and Hermione already in there, Castian talking to them, as if he was wondering who exactly was in this class hour.

i froze as i saw his face. blonde hair, musceles hidden sort of, tannish skin, blue eyes, and a scar down his face.... OH MY GODS! THIS IS LUKE CASTIAN, SON OF HERMES!!

"ah.." he had tooken sight of me. oh no.

"hows my favorite, little cosin. Skylar Alana Smith." "its Sky, Castian." i growled, shocking james.

he strolled over to me, my scar from his pet scorpian lighting up with emmensce pain. "howve you been? havent herd much from you. i herd that you would be in my first class, which is in... two hours."

"nice, cuz. always wanted to see you again." i said calmly, but you could hear the anger in my voice.

"hows your hand? i know it was injured rather severly last summer." he said, a bit tauntingly.

and that was when i had lost my anger.

"you know what Luke Castian? ive had it with you, you ignorrant, little, idiot, betraying bitch! how could you!? we all trusted you- Annabeth especily. and dont you dare pretend thatyou didnt do anything- because we all know you did. you wont win!" "you or Percy must die at sixteen."

the others watched, confused but entertained.

"we wont. you wanna know why!? cuz your too weak! you wont win! percy and me wont die!"

james and fred tried to pull me back, but i was strong enough to break free of their grasps, and those two are pretty strong, i mean their beaters for Qudditch when they play with their family. somehow, i was calm when i did this, but when i broke free of their grasps, i speed walked right toward Luke, my fists cleanched, ready to fight him.

what he said next had hurt me. alot.

"hows your mother, by the way?" i instantly felt sad.

"how is she? i mean... i heard that shes ill...."

its true. she has colon cancer. but i cant get cancer- why? because im a demigod. it hurts me... i cant stand to see my mother like that... even if we dont get along. the last time at the train station, she was very thin. she cant have certain foods, because of the tumer in her large and small intestance.

"colon cancer, correct?" he said, a smirk on his face. tears rolled down my pale face, and i stuttered out, "p-p-please.. j-j-j-just... s-s-stop-p-p-p-p.... l-l-l-luke.... d-d-dont go h-h-here... its t-t-too h-hard t-t-to d-d-deal w-w-with....."

"she has no chance of surviving, Skylar. its in both her intestents, they found it too late. how thin is she, now? she used to be a healthy 125 pounds, huh?" i nodded my head. "how much does she weigh, now?"

"about 70 pounds....." "uh-huh. very, very unhealthy. shes twenty seven, right?" "y-y-yea.." how could he be doing this to me- in front of everybody?

"Luke Castian, i will pound you if you ever do anything to ever hurt me, or my family, or my friends, and their family."

"then i guess, i will see you next summer, when you pound me. how will you be doing that, pounding me?" i fidgeteed with my bracelet, giving him a clue. "itll be a suprise, my dearest cosin. a horrible suprise."

that was when my favorite cosin had fleed. and he didnt come back to Hogwarts. because he was scared of me, Skylar Alana Smith, daughter of Zeus, age eleven.

how sad.