Hey this is both Draculette and jannabanana99. We wanted to let you know that sadly, Percy Jackson is not ours, and that we have multiple OC's in here. Don't be offended. Enjoy.

HELEN

I looked around at the large castle arrayed below me. It was gentle and swooping, the color of the orange in the sunset. Its only entrance was to the west an oak door with gold fittings. Down in the courtyard a youthful figure with soft pink wings and a dress that mirrored the first few minutes of the sunrise, the dark purple and red that showed that the night had ended. Her black hair was held back by a complicated hair piece that would have fit into any movie from the prequel trilogy for Star Wars. Jacob sat alone on the couch staring at the ceiling making a point not to look at me. After what happened I don't blame him. Like any sibling pair we fought but this was worst fight we have had in years. Orion was downstairs checking on Rosie making sure she wouldn't die for at least another few hours when help would arrive from the camp to take her back for healing. Suddenly Eos was opening the door. Her youthful features even more beautiful than last night when we first met. I felt a surge of jealousy but quickly suppressed the feeling. I am a daughter of Athena, I thought. I am the only one in my mind.

"Are you comfortable here Jacob?" she asked her voice as sweet as honey. She glanced at me a look of disgust on her face.

"I would be more comfortable without you glaring at my sister." he growled. I stared at him my face registering shock. He was defending me, the most hated of the siblings, but I guess that is what brothers are like, they beat you up but if someone else tries to, to Hades with them. Her wings fluttered in a way that showed her dislike of the comment.

"Let me know if you need anything." She swept out of the room her dress changing to the pink, gold of late dawn.

"Thanks." I said, "By the way I'm sorry for punching you in the face yesterday."

He absently rubbed the mark on his left cheek, the bruise even more distinct now that we had slept. "I forgive you and I'm just as sorry for cutting your arm." I rubbed the raw skin around the scab that covered half of my lower arm.

"Awkward sibling hug?" I asked.

"Awkward sibling hug." He said with a small smile. We hugged and patted each other on the back two times in unison. As we pulled away Jacob shook his head getting his curly brown hair in my mouth. I sputtered and spit the hair out. He laughed his blue eyes sparkling for the first time since, well since forever.

"I'm going to check on Orion and Rosie." I said opening the door and backing out. He waved his hand dismissively for me to go. I ran down the oriental stair well almost tripping a few times on the large steps. At the bottom and to the left a door was ajar and rays of warm yellow light flew out, making the orange stone appear gold. I entered the room through the stone archway sat down on a chair next to Orion. His longish brown hair hid his leaf green eyes, but I knew he was crying. It felt odd to see him crying, his bulky body shaking with each sob. Rosie lay on the bed her red hair fanned out on the pillow. Her seven year-old body lay limp and almost lifeless. Her chest rose and fell slowly but evenly.

"It's all my fault." Orion cried out.

"No it isn't. It's all of our faults." I said trying to stop the blame game.

"No, if I was just a little faster and I hadn't taken the last square of ambrosia to heal my wrist yesterday, this wouldn't be a problem." He looked so distraught I couldn't help feeling sorry for the big guy.

I fiddled with my bracelet, a black braided cord with a silver coin attached to it, that I had gotten for my eighth birthday from my dad. As I looked at it, a slaughtering of emotions consumed me, the anger and fear from the bad days, the happiness and peacefulness of the good days, and the relief when I left. I stopped fidgeting with it and took the cloth covering Rosie's large brown eyes and went to the basin filled with cold water. I touched the glass sphere etched to look like a globe encasing a small sun and a tendril of light connected to the tip of my finger. As I moved my finger around the tendril followed it and was joined by others of its kind. When the glass started heating up under my finger I left it and brought the cloth back to Rosie and laid it on her head. Orion looked up at me like he was going to say something but thought better of it at the last second. I pushed the rogue strand of wavy hair that had fallen out of my hastily made bun back in to the large mass of hair on the top of my head.

"Hey, um, Helen?" Orion cautiously started to speak, looking at his feet.

"Yeah?" I rearranged the cloth on Rosie's head as she stirred a bit.

"I didn't want to say anything earlier but, I made these for you. This is as good a time as anytime." He pulled out three metal disks one silver with a design that reminded me of a pyramid, one gold, carved with swirls, and one celestial bronze, filled with dips and ridges. "They're made out of all the metals you would need to fight, but the gold one can't turn into weapons. It can mold itself into anything else you want. All you need to do to activate them is rub them four times in the center and think about what you want them to do."

"Um, thanks." It wasn't unusual that he would give me gifts but this was on a new level of weird. He was a good friend, even if he was awkward at the worst times. He blushed and handed me the metals. "I'm gonna go, watch Rosie for me will ya?"

Going out the way I came the only warning I had was a change in the wind as the familiar sense of unnerve came. "Oh, hello, Helen." I turned to see Sydney behind me, her almost black hair in loose ponytail on her left. Strands of it fell past her pale green eyes whose pupils were slits of black, splitting the color in half. Her skin closely pulled over her frame held remnants of a previous tan that had all the color drawn out of it. A size too big sweater covered part of her muddy, worn jeans. Her boots would have matched mine if they weren't so caked in mud. She was the freaky person in our group, always setting me off edge. My emotions couldn't find one category to fit her under; she was withdrawn but friendly and scary but on occasion sweet. We had a pact to be on mutually good terms with each other. "Jacob told me about how Rosie seems to be getting worse, I figured that I should check on her."

"Orion is with her."

"Oh," her face fell, momentarily replaced by sadness, "Well, I won't want to disturb him." I started to go down a separate hallway, before she called out, "By the way, Eos just called Jacob into her presence. He wanted me to tell you to go to the main hall."

"And I assume you will show me the way? You've been lurking around the halls so much that you should know this pace like the back of your hand." A flash of anger crossed Sydney's face before she swallowed and nodded. The place became silent once again. Streams of sunlight were everywhere and it made me wonder how Sydney could stand being in this palace. The girl was more like Nico di Angelo, the son of Hades, than the Ares cabin that she lived with. Having an undetermined parentage, even though the gods had promised to change on that point, she lived with Clarisse. According to the rumors, Clarisse had found her living in one of the wood's many caves and brought her to camp. I didn't know whether or not to believe the rumors so I chose to not bring it up. Even the girl's, flickering form seemed to scream 'I'm a ghost!'. An ornately designed arch distracted me for a moment. It was normal for the gods to have their many feats on display and Eos was no exception. Of course, hers barely had anything there, but still it showed many mortals that she had seduced- no I mean 'had a relationship' with.

There was the man who was turned into a cricket with age, and another who was put to sleep forever- though I couldn't help but think that, that story went with Selene, Eos's sister. The drawings had been colored in with springtime colors, despite how creepy some of her escapades seemed to be. A light seemed to be coming from behind the doors, some trickling out in between the cracks. The goddess's sweet voice escaped, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T WANT TO STAY HERE FOREVER?! IS IT BECAUSE OF THAT GIRL THAT YOU'RE SO CLOSE WITH?!" The voices went to full volume as Sydney opened the doors.

"No. You're just a little too creepy to hang out with for the rest of my life." Jacob retorted from his chair. He was sitting on the chair, farthest away from the raging goddess whose face had gone from a light pink to full blown red in 0.5 seconds.

"I'M NOT CREEPY!"

"Says the goddess who is screaming her lungs out because a mortal is telling her no. You may be over 15,000 years old but you're acting like a five year old." Jacob quipped.

"THAT'S IT! EITHER CHOOSE ME OR LOSE SOMETHING PRECIOUS TO YOU!" The goddess was starting to gather even more sunlight in the room. I had a sudden feeling to run and hide as I noticed the light was focusing on me, giving me an almost sunburn.

"I WILL NEVER CHOOSE YOU!" he yelled to be heard above the sounds given off by the cracking of the glass dome above. I felt my feet rise off the floor and I started to fly. When I started to resist the heat just got worse.

Eos yelled "YOU WILL NOT COME BACK ON PAIN OF DEATH!" before smirking softly.

And I flew out the hole in the ceiling and then the world went black.