Gracie knew she was fine with her half-sister knowing. Actually, she was fine with everyone knowing who her godly parent is. She was perfectly fine with everyone knowing who she was, it never bothered her. Some of the Guardians never took off their hoods, others rarely, while most just didn't care.

So, as breakfast went on she stood from her father's table, and silence came upon the pavilion. With her hood down, she started to explain her tale.

"My name is Gracie, Daughter of Zeus. And, proud Guardian of Hestia, since I was thirteen. A week after Jordan-or five weeks after Perseus and Michaela-became a Guardian. I actually started training at nine and a half." Gracie, once she finished, sat.

She went back to her eggs, summoning more bacon.

"That's it?" Piper, the Daughter of Aphrodite, asked confused.

Gracie nodded.

Before anyone else could speak, what sounded as a fight, or argument broke out in the woods.

Gracie knew who it was. She heard those angry voices before. Many times.

Gracie also knew the other Guardians had nightmares, due to one of the voices.

She sighed, sad. Perseus and Michaela were fighting. Again.

Nothing good will come out of it. Gracie knows that for a fact.

She's one of the only ones who know that their past still haunts them. Even now.

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