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Sansa

"Do not worry, Sansa. Once this little ordeal is overturned, the underdog gods will be the rulers. And should you succeed and deem yourself worthy, Sansa Wynnor, a place of honor shall be yours," Hecate stated, her proud face looking down on Sansa.

Sansa studied her mother in doubt. Glyphs of all kinds roamed around her like a magnetic field, her body humming with magic and power. "How? Last time you promised these things to us, everything failed. Nothing has changed, and we haven't forgotten," Sansa snapped.

Hecate's eyes filled with anger, and Sansa was sure that she was pretty much dead. "DO NOT DEFY ME!" she screamed, her voice echoing across the dark cavern that seemed to go on forever.

"Would I do that?" Sansa answered smartly, not really caring at the moment. She just wanted to sleep in peace for once without being scolded by her mother every night.

"Tell your sister, Aurora, about what I say. She is already out of my reach, it's like she never sleeps," Hecate said in a total mood change. Bipolar much?

Sansa rolled her eyes. Of course Aurora had to know about this. Everyone knew she was Hecate's favorite. Well, other than Alabaster. But he was currently gods-know-where. "Whatever. Can I go back to sleep now? I don't even know what you're talking about," Sansa asked, her irritation rising.

"Yes, I will leave in a moment," Hecate replied, not sensing Sansa's bad attitude. "Just remember that when the opportunity arises, you and Aurora must grasp it. It is the only way," Hecate said mysteriously.

"What do you mean?" Sansa asked, but the dream was already fading.

Sansa woke with a start.

She looked around, but none of her cabin mates seemed to have been disturbed as they were already awake. They were lazily laying on their beds and casting random spells to clean and get ready for the day. Glyphs would occasionally appear and disappear, but this was normal for the Hecate cabin.

They were an odd bunch. None of them shared the same features, personalities, or anything. It was like they were all plucked from completely different parts of the universe, and shoved together and forced to live in harmony. That so worked out.

That was just the thing with magic. It came in all different forms and completely different ways, so naturally, the casters did too. So whatever the gods of Olympus had been thinking when they decided to force Hecate into putting her diverse children all into one cabin, obviously they were on drugs or had been drinking. It didn't take an Athena kid to figure out that this was not working out.

Sansa, being the eldest, was the head counselor of the Hecate cabin. No children of Hecate had ever been on a quest before, so Sansa won without a fight.

"Are you going to use the bathroom first or what? Because the rest of us are waiting," Courtney, a red-haired sibling snapped from her bed, not even looking at Sansa when she talked. She was too busy arranging her shelf of potions.

Sansa shuffled through her bag and picked out an outfit while scanning the room and taking role call mentally; she noticed that Emernce was gone, but she had already informed Sansa that she was going to work out with Obsidian in the morning. Immediately, she noticed who exactly was missing. "Where's Rory?" she asked the cabin loudly.

Fabian, a ten year old with his bed in the corner answered first. "Oh, Aurora left already. Something about using that Alexandria chick's bathroom because it was faster," he answered as if waiting for Sansa's response of anger.

"Isn't that just perfect?" Sansa sighed, walking into the bright voodoo decorated bathroom and slamming the door. She dug out her clothes and slipped them on in frustration, thousands of bitter thoughts running through her mind.

Who did Rory think she was? She couldn't just leave the Hecate cabin like that and not let Sansa know! Was the Poseidon cabin just so much better or something?

Don't get her wrong, Sansa didn't hate her sister. Aurora just irritated Sansa a little. Okay, maybe a lot. As head counselor, Sansa was responsible for watching over Rory, making sure she stayed out of trouble. Ever since Rory arrived at camp, it's always been "Rory's so talented, we're so lucky to have her!" "Aurora is just the sweetest girl!" or "She's got spunk, I like her!"

Sansa was proud of her little sister, she was. But maybe she'd like to hear about one of her other siblings for once. Granted that at one point, they had all been traitors to the camp, either accidentally or intentionally, but they all deserved credit. In fact, before Lou Ellen left for Camp Jupiter to go retire, she had hinted around that perfect Miss Aurora Powers had actually fought on the Titan's side.

At least Sansa hadn't full out betrayed anyone. Yet. She still had no idea what her mother's dream message had meant. Sansa was guessing it had something to do with a prophecy.

As she finished getting dressed, she briefly looked in the mirror. As usual, her hair was an utter mess. Sansa pulled out the ponytail and let her dark black hair fall down, straight as an arrow. She quickly ran a comb through it, dabbed on some light makeup to her onyx eyes, and looked herself over for the final time.

She looked reasonably presentable, her usual dark jeans and orange camp shirt with a chain bearing two torches (her mother's symbol) wrapped around. To keep the bad-girl-don't-mess-with-me touch, Sansa wore heeled boots, which worked just like they should.

Sansa strutted out of the cabin, her intention not to go join her friends, but to track down Rory and send her the message from Hecate. It was a weekend, so Sansa didn't have the counselor responsibilities. It was basically free time for everyone after roll call was taken.

Sansa could see Emernce and Obsidian running slowly by the forest, vividly chatting about something. She wished she could go join her two best friends, but duty came first.

Aurora's laugh caught Sansa's attention, and she spotted her and her friends by the volleyball net. Rory was sitting on the benches, her blonde and purple hair gleaming in the sunlight as she held hands with her Aphrodite boyfriend, Noah. Her friends, which Sansa knew only the bare minimum about, were busy playing volleyball and trash talking each other.

Sansa approached them, but Rory apparently didn't notice her presence. Instead, she went on talking Noah.

"Rory," Sansa said, trying to get her attention. It didn't work, so she snapped her fingers. "Aurora. Rory. Powers. Aurora Powers."

Nothing. So Sansa did what she did best. Speaking a quick rapid curse under her breath, the air suddenly filled with the awful smell of cow manure. "Earth to Rory!"

Rory and Noah started to cough and covered their noses. "Sansa! What the Hades is wrong with you?" Aurora snapped, pushing her lithe body off the benches and joining Sansa down at the bottom.

Sansa crossed her arms. "Well, you were too busy paying attention to everything but me, so I improvised," she explained. Rory gave her a glare. "Anyways, I need to talk to you. Alone," Sansa added so that Noah wouldn't follow.

"Okay. Be right back," Rory said to her boyfriend before following Sansa off to the side.

Sansa studied her sister. In the morning sunlight, Aurora's many freckles almost danced across her face. She had chosen to leave her hair down, and it was a curly ashen blonde that Sansa envied at times. The underside was dyed purple, another thing that Sansa could never do. Her sleeves of her camp shirt were folded up and she wore cowboy boots.

Hecate's children were definitely a large variety.

"So… what did you need?" Aurora asked, looking longingly back over to her friends that were playing volleyball.

Sansa shifted her feet. "Something from Mom. She spoke to me in a dream," she started.

Rory's eyes widened and she leaned a little closer, suddenly appearing to care less about the volleyball game. "And… what did she say? Anything about Alabaster?"

Alabaster. The name was so commonly spoken of in the Hecate cabin. Most of her siblings had of course fought on the 'bad side' during the Titan War, and apparently Alabaster had been one of the Hecate children there. He, however, had never come to the camp, preferring to stay solo. Sansa had never met him before, but she was pretty sure Aurora had, adding to her suspicion's about Rory's loyalties during the war.

Sansa shook her head. "No, but around that area. Something's happened with the gods. Something big, like 'table-turning' as Mother put it."

"Does it have to do with the seasons not changing properly? No fertility, almost? No matter how much rain, nothing seems to grow?" Aurora asked, interrupting Sansa's story.

Sansa raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Perhaps. But how would you know?"

Rory shrugged. "I was talking to the Demeter kids yesterday. They said they felt cursed because nothing was growing anywhere. I mean, have you seen the grass around here? That's right, because there's none. I believe it," she stated.

A fly flew in Sansa's face, but with the mumble of a few words it dropped dead like it had been hit with bug killer. Which it sort of had. "Well, that could be it. Anyway, Hecate said that some type of opportunity will arise, and that you and I must take it."

"Me? And you? I don't understand," Rory said in desperation, looking at Sansa in a way she never had before.

Sansa could only sadly shake her head. "Neither do I, sister. Neither do I."


Alice

"And it's a kill!" Ally proudly exclaimed as Alexandria spiked the ball over the net and it hit the sand with dignity.

Ryan groaned and went after the rolling white ball. "You so cheated, Alex."

Alex looked over to Ally in disbelief. "Did you just hear that? There's not even any water around! Besides, would I, Alexandria Hayden, cheat?"

"Of course not," Ally smartly replied to satisfy her blonde friend, but then added in a low voice, "Unless it was to show up Ryan!"

Alex didn't hear her, which was probably a good thing. She was too busy making sure that Ryan, Jack, and Erik didn't try to get an advantage over her team. They were playing girls against boys, which almost never ended without some dirty tricks thanks to their demigod powers.

See, Alex and Ryan had this thing going on, as far as Ally could tell. The competitiveness was natural after all, Alex was a daughter of Poseidon and Ryan, a son of Zeus. But no, they played with each others emotions too. Alex had this bad habit of flirting with guys that she obviously only thought of as friends, while Ryan flirted with anyone (or thing) that existed to get back at her.

And that wasn't all. They also tried to see who could disrupt class the best and get kicked out first.

Ally wasn't no daughter of Aphrodite (though she was descended from her, so maybe that's why), but the chemistry between them was so obvious. They were perfect for each other, though Ally was not going to be the one to tell Alex that. She'd leave that to Rory.

Speaking of Rory, Ally realized that she had disappeared from her spot next to Noah on the benches. Where was she?

She quickly spotted the curly blonde and purple hair behind the benches, with a sleek black haired girl. Ally remembered Rory mentioning something about her name being Sansa, and she was the head counselor of the Hecate cabin now. Ally wondered what was so important that Sansa needed to talk to Aurora alone.

Ally pushed that from her mind and tried to refocus on the game before Alex blamed her for something that went wrong.

The white volleyball soared over the net as Jack served it. Ally could just tell from the way the ball was turning that it was not going near either her or Alex.

"NO!" Alex screamed dashing wildly towards the falling ball. It thumped as it hit the soft sand, Alex tumbling after it.

The boys on the other side of the net started to laugh and jeer and the two girls. Ally tried to shut them up with a look that said be-quiet-now-or-suffer-consequences, but apparently they just didn't care or didn't absorb the message through their thick heads.

It was too late, because Alex stumbled up, sand still covering her bare legs and her blue tank top. "Princey, you've really done it now!" she cried out angrily.

Ally backed up, knowing that this was not going to be going anywhere good unless they fought it out for themselves. Interfering never worked the way it was supposed to.

Ryan just gave Alex a cocky smile and crossed his arms. "Oh, we're using nicknames now? Well, bring it on, Mermaid," he taunted.

"You Airhead!" Alex yelled, punching Ryan through the net. Jack and Erik were being absolutely no help for neither Ryan nor Alex by clutching their stomachs from pure laughter.

Ally just sighed and turned around to walk around somewhere else and let the two blondes figure it out for themselves. She walked past the benches, but Noah, Aurora's brown haired boyfriend, stopped her.

"Hey, Alice? Can you tell Rory that I need to go back to my cabin for a few minutes to settle a chick fight?" he asked, looking over to the Aphrodite cabin with slight dread.

Ally pressed back a laugh. "Why? What are your nitwit sisters fighting over this time?"

Noah rolled his eyes. "A bottle of mascara. Apparently it was imported straight from Italy just for Sarah, but Courtney stole it, and now Andrea says it was hers… yeah, it's pretty stupid."

"Okay, well, I'll pass on the message," Ally said, not believing the stupidity of the Aphrodite children. Just another reason Ally was glad to be a daughter of Athena.

Even though Ally was descended over a long line from the goddess, she was pretty sure she would never understand just what went through those girls' brains sometimes.

Actually, take that back. Ally wasn't completely sure they even had brains.

"Thanks!" Noah called, running in the opposite direction towards the awful pink Barbie house called the Aphrodite cabin.

Ally nodded and continued on her walk, soon finding herself in front of the strawberry fields. Or, at least, what used to be the strawberry fields.

Now, the fields just looked like a dirt valley. All the Demeter and Dionysus kids were working fiercely to make something grow, like they had been doing for the past months. It was just like nothing would fertilize, it refused to.

Camp Half-Blood wasn't the only ones having agricultural problems, Ally knew. The older demigods in New Rome and Camp Jupiter were having equally difficult of a time.

And from the news that Ally had been able to get a hold of from the outside mortal world, things were also failing. Not just the farmers from the Midwest, but the economy was starting to fall as well.

Ally wondered, What in the world is going on?