IN THIS CHAPTER (OUT OF THE SECOND-GENERATION SEVEN: (age order)

Jack Son Jackson (16) - Second generation Poseidon/Athena - firstborn for Percy and Annabeth

Caleb Prior Grace (16) - Second generation Jupiter/Aphrodite - firstborn for Jason and Piper

Hazel Lancaster Grace (15) - Second generation Jupiter/Aphrodite - secondborn for Jason and Piper

Helena Esperanza Valdez (15) - Second generation Hephaestus/Third generation Atlas - firstborn for Leo and Calypso

John Green Grace (14) - Second generation Jupiter/Aphrodite - thirdborn for Jason and Piper

Silena Sally Jackson (14) - Second generation Poseidon/Athena - secondborn for Percy and Annabeth

"You, my dear brother, are late." Panting, Jack squinted upwards to be met by the disapproving face of his younger sister, Silena.

"I'm not..." He inhaled deeply. "late. You're just early. Besides, I'm three years older than you. I get to be late whenever I want." He ignored Silena's snort and the way she pulled herself taller in the arrogant way their mother did sometimes. Instead, he focused on adjusting his uniform, the white cape with gold leather shoulder pads. His fingers brushed over the the owl and trident sewn on like a rare brand and frowned.

Jack Son Jackson. The name his father insisted he had after (supposedly) rolling around laughing and crying. Even at almost 26 his father had been incredibly immature. Everyone gushed over the fact that he was a splitting image of his father, the hero of Olympus, Perseus Jackson, favorite (or so his father announced jokingly) son of Poseidon, god of the sea and pretty much everything related with water. Having a famous dad in the hero section made everyone expect heroic things from him and his sister, which was horribly annoying at times. Chiron had made the children of the original Seven that had been born in Camp Half Blood camp leaders, because there was no other candidate. Which was about as great as a sea clam.

"Where could they possibly be? Have they forgotten we have a joint meeting with Camp Jupiter today?" Jack was thumped back into reality with his sister's irritated words.

"Relax. We're like, 500 hours early."

"We are not."

"Hate to break it to you sis, but we are." He smirked at her exaggerated huff accompanied by her trademark hair flip. Shaking her blonde hair aside, her green eyes brightened up.

"Thank the gods! There they are!"

"Oi! Jack-Son-the-Jackson! Silena Sally Son! Hey...!" A boy with rumpled blonde hair and a similar white cloak to what they were wearing hurtled towards them, breaking away from his siblings, who were, conveniently, taking their time to come over. Jack slapped the fourteen year old on the back, grinning widely.

"John Green! My man, you don't call to us like that unless you want us to start calling you Bacchus again." The boy winced, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"Heh. Sorry. Your names are a stroke of fate, though. There were some new campers that kept staring at us and whispering about the fault in our somethings and die-virgin on the way here. Idiots. Our names... are normal right?" Jack smoothly ignored the first words and frowned.

"Hmmm... Yeah, I think they're normal enough. Might have been some changes in the mortal world though, who knows?" He peered over, watching his sister run towards a slightly older girl, a year Jack's junior and constantly lamenting the fact she wasn't sixteen yet. Amused, he watched as Silena berated her senior.

"Hazel Lancaster Grace! How could you be late?" She wrung her hands and stifled a protest as the tall brunette ruffled Silena's blonde locks with a twinkle in her practically glowing hazel colored eyes.

"Silena. It's okay. Chill. We're early. The eagles aren't here yet." Hazel slung her arm around Silena, acknowledging Jack with a grin and a salute. He returned the gesture and walked briskly over to the tall brown haired lad standing behind Hazel, glad someone his age was there.

"Caleb Prior Grace! Good to see you! It's been awhile, hasn't it? How are the temples in Camp Jupiter?" Jack nodded towards the bedsheet wrap-around Caleb wore with a thunderbolt and dove on his chest.

"Pretty good, I guess. Hadn't had too much to do since my dad took care of like, 90% of the temples. Got here a lot earlier to see you guys. Guess I'm a Jason Grace repeat huh? Not belonging in either but wanting to stay in Camp Half-blood." Caleb chuckled as Silena gave him a bear hug and high fived John, the only person in the close gang that was her age.

"Caleb! Good to see you! Is Haruka still okay?" Jack smiled. Silena was referring to Haruka, the daughter of ex-praetor Reyna ARA (short for avila ramirez-arellano). They'd hit it off exceptionally well at the start and were close pen-pals.

"Yep. She gave me a letter for you, by the way."

"Yes!" She graciously took the letter that Caleb held out and skipped back towards John and Hazel. Jack glanced around.

"Well. Since Caleb and Hazel came last, how about they clean up after today's meeting? We have cheese puffs today." He suggested with feigned authority, hands on hips as he playfully glared at the two siblings.

"What? We came earlier than Helena... Oh. Of course you won't assign her to clean up duty. Of course." Hazel snickered at the death glare Jack shot her, his face turning beet red. Silena laughing helplessly along with John, both receiving a slap up the head from Jack. Each. Twice. Caleb's grin widened to the point of it being ripped off his face before turning around to inspect their backs. A fold in his "bedsheet wrap-around" came loose as he pointed, tapping Jack furtively on the shoulder.

"Now look who's late." A panting fifteen year old dragged herself up the hill, groaning as she counted everyone who had gathered.

"Great. Late again. Do I have to take cleanup duty?" She ruffled her caramel curls in defeat before collapsing on top of Hazel.

"Well, aren't you a lucky girl, Helena Esperanza Valdez. Jack-son-the-Jackson here," John clapped Jack on the back. "has forced the burden on his supposedly close friends, my ever-so respected brother and sister." Jack shoved him, making John stumble away laughing in triumph and exchange a barely-controlled fist bump with a satisfied Caleb. Helena cracked a weak smile, oblivious to the evil smirks Silena was shooting Jack under her. She straightened up, shifting her heavy white cloak around, flipping open the fold that showed the flaming hammer and a island.

"Heads up!" Hazel's warning barely reached their ears before the six teenagers ducked with surprisingly fast reflexes. Jack covered the top of his head in his crouched-down position before a low flying eagle swooped down, the wind it left behind messing up his recently tamed hair. Sighing, he stood back up and smiled.

"They're here."

This one suddenly hit me one day, and I had SO MUCH FUN writing this. When I made the characters up, I imagined what the Seven might have been thinking when they named their children, and how both camps might have evolved. I also added a few... puns from other book series in their names, suiting each one. I mean, seriously, Bacchus calls Jason "John Green" and Jason's surname happens to be "Grace" in "Hazel Grace". Coincidence? I don't think so. As for Caleb, I called him that because Gus is basically Caleb (in movie format), so it makes a hell lot of sense of Hazel and Caleb have a brother-sister relationship, just like the movies but crossover style.

Anyway, I hoped you guys enjoyed reading that, (I was so conflicted if I should release Snow's Angel first or this first) because I sure had the best time every writing this. Oh gods this was great.

So love me/hate me/favorite me/follow me/and PLEASE review this one! (This is my most cherished idea, and it means a lot to me that people try reading it. Love you guys!)

PS I spent like a hour on the cover. Dear lord.