Hey! This is my new story...:D Keep in mind that this takes place after the war, SoN-MoA. But partly MoA, since Percy was at camp. It's confusing. :)


"Scar? You awake?"

I rub my eyes.

"I am now," I grumble, "What's up?"

Nico sighs, and turns on his tiny flashlight, but makes sure to cover part of the beam. About three nights ago, two Apollo kids got taken from their cabin because the harpies saw their flashlights on after lights out.

We haven't seen them since.

Now, we're SUPER cautious. One slip-up, and Nico and I could be taken to who knows where! We're the only two Hades kids at camp right now, and I heard rumors about what Kronos does to Percy when he gets in trouble. Or, when he got into trouble.

Percy escaped—with Annabeth—a month ago. He used the water, and the naiads helped him.

"I had a...dream. You, you were there, and so was I, and then…then there was a group of demigods, and you went with them. You left me at the cabin, and went with them. Then, then, I don't know. Everything just faded."

Does this mean that I'm getting a chance to leave?

But without Nico, a nagging voice in my head says.

"Scarlett? Scaaar? Are you listening?"

"Uh, uh, yeah. I'm listening, just a little tired..."

"Cool. But one thing."

"Yes, Nico?" I say, the fact that it being 3am sinking in.

"If you do leave, will you take me with you?"

I almost laugh. Nico and I have been friends for as long as I've been in camp, which also adds onto the fact that he's my half-brother.

"Of course I would, stupid."

He slightly smiles, but it's one with wisdom and sadness.

"Good. I don't want to lose another sister."

I have nothing to say, and he seems to know that, so he just smiles, the wisdom gone.

"G'Night, Scar."

"Night."

Nico turns off the flashlight, and, eventually, falls back to sleep. I, on the other hand, stay awake, thinking about what he said.

Lose another sister. I knew who he was talking about, of course, but I never met Bianca. I only came to camp a few years ago, and I fought in Battle of the Labyrinth and Battle of Manhattan, alongside Percy and Nico.

Gods, I wish we had won the Battle of Manhattan. Then life wouldn't be as rough as it is now. Every day we're aching and groaning, but we still have to get up at 6 every morning, forge weapons, do drills, and—for the unlucky—go to war against Camp Jupiter.

You see, after Kronos and his army beat us in the Battle of Manhattan, he decided that not only did he want to capture Camp Half-Blood, but the Roman camp as well.

Just great.

So the Titan and every one of his moronic followers took innocent demigods, charmed them, and told them time after time to attack Camp Jupiter.

It failed—and still is failing— miserably. Nico and I were waiting for the day when we would be sent to Camp Jupiter-maybe Percy would recognize us and take us in; maybe he could reverse the charm.

Maybe...

I finally closed my eyes, and let my mind wander.


So, did you like it? Sorry it's so short, I just wanted to kinda...idk.

I run on reviews, so review!

:D CCam