Islands of Guilt

As I was emerging from the library, my footsteps soft against the hard wooden floors, I heard Percy still Iris messaging. But the voice was female. Now, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I was just curious. But curiosity killed the cat.

"Percy," said the girl, her voice sounded worried, "I miss you."

"I know," Percy sheepishly replied, "I just...I'm on a quest, C."

"Can't you visit?"

"I...I can't."

The girl's voice shifted, cracking with anger and confusion, "Is there someone else?"

Percy cleared his throat, "No... I --"

"You're lying Perseus Jackson!" She screamed at him. "But C --" He sounded upset. "Don't call me that. It's Calypso to you now." She, Calypso, said, and the Iris message broke out. I heard Percy sigh, and his head falling into his hands. I don't know why, but my eyes stung, and my throat tightened. Just then, I felt something on my foot. I looked down and.... "AHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, the little black spider scrambled.

Percy heard me, and rushed to help me while I was paralyzed with fear. He got the spider, and hugged me, "Oh gods, you scared me." I felt anger surge through me, who did he think he was, acting like I was one and only? I shoved away from him, and I felt hot tears spilling. I ran, I didn't want him to see me like this.

The first place I thought to go, was to the Shadowhunters. I just jumped down from the ladder, and ran down a dirt path. Gates greeted me, and I went through them despite the yelling from guards. I didn't know what I was doing. I was just a hurricane of emotion, and found myself sitting at a fountain in the center of the city, wondering how I'd gotten there. I brought my knees to my chest, taking deep breaths. The flowing water only soothed me until it made me think of Percy, so I went to the top of a hill instead, a guarantee away from water.

I heard voices coming, a boy and girl. "But Alex, he's already here, just let m --"

"No, Isabelle. It's too dangerous. And he's said to be a child of the Big Three, making him even more dangerous. I'm the adult."

"Barely!"

"Well maybe I'd let you come if you weren't so immature!"

I saw their heads now, both black shiny hair. Their faces, the girl tall and beautiful, dark brown eyes and a super model's body. I'll admit, I was slightly jealous. The boy, or maybe man, next to her had flowing dark hair, and dark blue eyes, ignited with his anger. They both wore black Shadowhunter gear, the girl holding a golden whip, and stocked with the weapons like the man, who held a sword; their skin was crowded with scars from previous Marks and sporting new ones.

"Who are you?" s

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