A/N: So, this one is TOTALLY new, and dedicated to SOOOO many people. First, it's dedcated to Di Angelo Grace Jackson321, who allowed me to use her character in this story. The second is ChocolateWolves, my amazing cousin. Third and Fourth are my best friends, Krysira and K. Let's head to the disclaimer!

Me: We're back! Did'ya miss us?

Insanity: Back from where? We never left!

Sanity: *mumbles* You should've. *slight grin on...well, whatever his spirit-ghostly form or whatever has*

Me: *clears throat* Besides that point-(on both accounts)-a new story has been delivered to HQ. My good friend Di allowed me to borrow her character Zena Forten. (Who you can look up a full-bio on. It's on Di's profile.) So, today we have a whole new cast of characters! I didn't steal any of them...well, okay, that's a lie. I had to duct tape one's mouth to get her here, but at least she's here. Let's meet them!

Characters: *walk in dramatically*

Zember: *looks around* Nice place you got here, Future.

Me: Thanks.

Zena: Not bad, not bad.

Zephanie: Could someone please un-duct tape Zirk's mouth! I'm tired of hearing her muffled scream.

Zirk: Hfdnsmhdhfshjk! Ghfujhg! HDJ! (Translation: LET ME GO! NOW! BEFORE I GET ALL OF THE DEAD ON YOUR BUTTS!)

Zena: I got it, I got it. *goes over to Zirk and rips off duct tape*

Zirk: YYYOOOWWCH! God, are you insane or something! Oh, believe me, if you didn't have a force field blocking out our sent, Dad would be SO over your butt! You'd visit the Underworld the hard way!

Me: Calm down...*smiles evilly*...Zirklyn.

Zirk: It's ZIRK! Z-I-R-K! I hate that stupid name!

Zember: You scream a lot, too.

Zirk: Grrr. You're soooo lucky you're my best friend.

Zember: *smirks while messing with stuff in HQ, stops suddenly* What's this? *picks up photo of...someone* Your guy, or something? Kind'a young...baby-looking, almost.

Me: Hey! Put that down! *runs over and snatches photo* Nobody can touch this. And no it's not my man! It's...somebody.

Zember: Jeez.

Zephanie: Can we clean up this awkward moment by getting to the story?

Me: Oh...uh...yeah. Sure. Since it's ya'll's first time, I'll-wait. No. Sanity will do the disclaimer.

Sanity: *taken by surprise* Really? Thank you, Mistress. Future does not own PJO, or anyone Rick Riordan has created. She simply owns me, my...sadly to say sister, and her OC's.

Me: Alright. ON WITH THE STORY!

Zember Knight, Zena Forten, Zirk Towne, and Zephanie Middleton sat in thier clubhouse. It was a rather chilly night, but they were warm thanks to the comforting walls.

The girls had known each other for as long as they could remember. You could almost say that destiny brought them to together. Zirk, born on June 21, was byfar the weirdest in the group. She had wild, raven black hair, except for one strand that hung in front of her left eye. That part was dyed dark blue, and gave an almost sinister look to her. But, she wasn't sinister. Zirk was anything but. She was cunning, quiet, stuck to the shadows. No one bossed her around, thinking: Oh, God! Bully alert! That is, except for her best friend Zember.

Zember, a beautiful girl born on December 21, was someone you wouldn't classify as 'strong'. At least, not by her outside appearence. She had dark, sea-green eyes, which were complemented by freckles, and extremely curly, brown-red hair. It's her muscles that make you stare. She could lift things three times bigger than she was, and make things happen suddenly. Zember was highly intelligent, and known for reading books with a thousand plus pages in one day. Everything she read, she remembered. Zember wasn't big on dangerous adventures, but could snap a bone in unde a second, and was loyal to her friends.

Zena, born on May 29, was just amazing. As co-leader of the group, everyone looked up to her as a role model. She was a good one, too. Zena had these gray eyes-stormy, and very intimidating. No one ever questioned Zena's judgement. She was that good. Zena was also full of adventure. She was fearless, and could do anything. At least, in Zephanie's eyes, that is.

Zephanie, born on October 27, thought of herself as weird from the others. She had a secret that she kept hidden, one she was afraid would make everyone run. Zeph had hairy legs, but not like normal people. It reminded her of a goat's behind, all shaggy like a carpet. She also had tiny horns unerneath her hair, which she hid with a tan cap. No one knew, not even her adoptiv mother. She found herself to be ugly, completely different from the others. Zeph thought she had some rare disease that made you have hair covered legs and horns. Besides that, she had startling blue eyes, and walked with a limp. You could only tell if you really looked.

"I'm so bored," Zemb complained, laying upside down, her feet stuck in the air against the wall. She was throwing a bouncey ball in the air, catching it every time. It wasn't a suprise, with her great balance and hand-eye cordnation.

"Me too, Zemb. Me too." Zena sighed, plaing with some quarters, rolling them on the floor. They were the ony things remotely interesting in her pocket. A strong wind blew through the window, and Zena took a sniff. "Storm," she stated. The others hardly looked up. Zena had alway been able to predict the weather, and was usually 99.8% correct.

"How do you do that?" Zephanie asked, twirling her brown hair.

"I can smell the electrons. Fragments of the water vapor. It's just how I do things."

"It's cool," Zirk said.

"And amazing," Zember added.

"Super awesome." Zeph finished.

"It's just something, guys. Nothing fancy or awesome, I promise."

"Maybe just to you. But to us, it just adds to our leader's awesomeness." Zember stated, smiling. Zena rolled her eyes, smiling too.

"How about we go do something?" Zephanie asked.

"Like what?" Zena asked, already sitting up straghter.

"I was thinking a walk through the woods. Maybe-"

"Dark Night's Fall!" Zena and Zirk finished.

"A-a-re y-y-you g-g-guys s-s-sure a-a-a-about th-th-that?" Zember stuttered out.

"Positive." Zena stood, and opened the drop-down hatch, jumping through it.

"Don't be afraid, 'll stick together." Zephanie followed Zena.

"C'mon, Zemb. It'll be fun, I swear." Zirk held out her hand for Zember. She took it, flipping herself, and then joining her best friend.

"We'll be side-by-side, right?" Zember whispered.

"Side-bv-side." It was their secret code, those three words. It meant that they would go through the thick and thin with each other, and never leave the other behind. Zember smiled.

"Okay. What are we waiting for?" Zember laughed, and they both jumped through the hatch. Who knows? Maybe you'll have fun this time, Zember thought. Everything will be great! The rest were thinking. She was wrong. They were all wrong.

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