"I need everybody who knows anything about forensics to come down to the lake immediately." I hear Chiron shouting around camp. I pick up my old, worn black backpack, the same I have had for 10 years now , and head down to the lake. All of the people there are either blond haired children of Apollo or grey eyed children of Athena. When they see me they have a mixed look on their faces, a look of confusion and disgust. How dare I be here. What do I know about forensics? More than they think.

"Ere...no...arbe...no...ergh you!" I hear somebody shouting and whip my head around to see a blonde haired son of Apollo pointing at me. Obviously he doesn't know my name.

"Erzsébet, ER-zhay-bet, Erzsébet Benko." I explain in my strong Hungarian accent.

"Erzsébet then, what the Hades are you doing here?" He asks me in a snappy tone.

"First of all, don't just throw around my father's name like that. Second of all, I have a blood splatter analysis degree, so back off." I snap back. I can see that he is confused by that so I explain why I have a degree at the age of sixteen.

"I did it online, with the online university, obviously I am too young but I explained why I wanted-no-needed, to do this course and he let me." I say that then I turn my head back around and walk in the other direction.

I then have to explain the same thing to Chiron and I am let into the restricted area. Chiron explains the situation to me. They found a dead camper but they have strong reason to believe it wasn't a monster attack. I begin to look at the blood. I am the only one here who is literally a blood expert.

"The splatter pattern shows that the alleged killer must have been about 6ft. The trail here shows that the victim was first hit here, probably a blow to the cheek looking at the puddle size and then the victim struggled and crawled across the floor until they received the fatal blow, probably to the back of the head. Blunt force trauma. Probably a child of Ares because you would need to know how to use a weapon to the best of your ability and be very strong in order to create a splatter that dispersed. You see the almost streaks of blood, they show that the body was dragged. The killer probably wanted to drop the body in the lake but was caught so dropped it, as we can see in the trauma to the knees from the body being dragged by the legs then dropped, and ran."I explain what I can see in the blood.

"What the Hades! That crazy that bro! I don't know whether to be in awe or creeped out. I'm a mix between the two right now." That same Apollo kid. I think his names is Taylor. I'm used to this, I just drop my head and walk back to my cabin, telling Chiron to inform me if he needs my help again.

I begin to walk away when I feel a warm hand wrap around my arm. I tense up. I'm not used to people touching me unless they are hitting me. I try to shake him off but the hand just pulls me around and again, I am looking at Taylor.

"Why exactly do you like blood so much?" Taylor asks in a very curious manner.

"Well, blood never lies. And... and... if there was any blood splatter exerts there, they could of stopped what happened to them. They could have stopped that man getting all of them. I could have saved them." I begin to get more and more angry with myself, I could have saved them. A blood splatter analysis would have saved them. Taylor looks confused but from looking at my clenched jaw and fists, he makes the correct choice to not push the topic any further. But he doesn't walk away. I turn and begin to walk off and he follows like a puppy. I don't acknowledge him and carry on walking with my head down.

Cue Aphrodite children.

"Ergh I thought I could smell creep." Shouts down a blond haired girl with orange skin and big, heavily made up, blue eyes. Her friends laugh around her in that annoying, high squeal of a laugh, sounding like a group of dolphins. I just carry on walking.

"Why the Hades are you walking so close to me. I don't want to get infected." She continues to shout and I continue to ignore her and carry on walking.

"I was talking to you then. Don't ignore me you little creep. Get back here now." She shouts as I hear her climb down from the grey rock she was perched on among her friends. I can see Piper McLean in the window of the Aphrodite cabin, just behind the rock, looking desperate, like she wants to help me but she can't. That's when I feel the sharp slap hit my face. Again. The same orange hands, The same long, false nails. Just a different face. I don't fight back. My Uncles number one rule. Don't fight back until the time is right. I'm just holding on for the right time. She continues to hit me. Again and again. The pain almost dulling as my body gets used to it. That's when I start to feel multiple hands hitting me at once. I start to get dizzy and I decide to take the risk and shadow travel back to my cabin. Just as I am about to shadow travel, I feel the warm, soft hand grabbing my arm and so I involuntarily shadow travel Taylor back to my cabin with me.

I have gotten good at shadow travelling now I must admit. I always land exactly where I want, as long as I am not too weak. When Taylors and my feet hit the ground, I instantly collapse. I barely had enough strength to shadow travel me back never mind Taylor as well. Just before I hit the ground and completely pass out, I mutter that this always happens and just to leave me and I'll come around soon. Then everything goes black.

I awaken on the cold, hard, black floor with a start. I look around the room to try and remind myself where I am. My brother, well half-brother, redecorated this cabin. It used to look like a vampire den. Now it is black and dotted with skulls. A more accurate representation of a Hades child. I slowly pull myself up off the ground, gripping on to my bed for support. I make my way, carefully, across the room to the bathroom and I begin to look in the mirror and examine and obvious injuries; a bust lip, a few cuts and a lot of bruises. Not that bad to be honest. I start to look at the rest of my body. I lift up my top a little to look at my stomach. A purple-blue bruise dominating most of my stomach, with a quite deep gash running through it. I've been worse. Very small and frail for my age, no wonder they always pick on me. I've gotten used to it now.

I step out of my cabin and have to blink a bit to wait for my pupils to adjust to the sunlight. I see a blond haired boy begin to walk towards me. Taylor? Again? When he is close enough to me, he simply grabs my arm and pushed me back inside my cabin.

"Let me see." He demands.

"Let you see what? Anyway what time is it?" I ask in reply.

"Your injuries. After an attack like that, your gonna have a few. It's 4 o'clock why?" He tells me.

"Dam! I've missed school," I see Taylors face contort into one of confusion ", how else am I supposed to learn English? I'm Hungarian, I need to learn English somehow! Anyway, I don't have any injuries, I'm fine!"

Taylor raises his eyebrows, "Show me your stomach, somebody pulled a knife." That explains the cut. I obey him and his eyebrows raise even more, which I did not think was possible. He goes to do some of healing magic stuff but I slap away his hand. Surprisingly he understands and simply puts a plaster over it. We begin to discuss whether we are year-rounder's or not. I tell him I am not but I attend a languages school to improve my English.

"You have a pretty tough build you know, for somebody so small and thin." Taylor states, I shrug. It's a Hungarian thing really. Tough build, fair skin, dark hair, black for me, and dark eyes (also black).

"You don't look Hungarian. Then again, there isn't really a look for Hungarians. So, you can speak Hungarian? Isn't it a really unusual language like different to most others?" I nod and in response I say, "Igen, el kell ismernem, hogy nagyon más. So that is, yeah I do have to admit that it is very different." I chuckle a little and Taylor raises his eyebrows in disbelief.

"That's not seriously a language that is it? Woah! That's so difficult!" He says in shock and I just chuckle at him, "You know any other languages?"

"Quite a few to be honest. I had a lot of time alone. Français, suomi, ਪੰਜਾਬੀ ਦੇ, اردو, ייִדיש, తెలుగు, svensk, Latvijas, македонски." He looks as me with a confused expression so I translate them all to English, "French, Finnish, Punjabi, Urdu, Yiddish, Telugu, Swedish, Latvian and Macedonian. Fluent in them all. And obviously English and Greek but my language is Hungarian."

Taylor just looks at me, he probably thinks I am lying but believe me, I had a lot of time alone. A lot.

"Anything else I need to know about your hobbies?" He asks me chuckling, not realising that I do actually.

"Tell me yours and I'll show you my other hobby." I tell him trying to strike a deal.

"Okay. Deal. Rowing. Yes I said rowing. Guitar, naturally. I know a bit of Finnish as well, I am Finnish and that's about it." I could tell he was Finnish. From his high cheekbones, upturned nose. Snow for skin and the sun for a head of hair and a deep blue ocean for eyes. Basically the opposite to me with my all black eyes, black hair, dark skin in comparison although it is actually quite light but tans easily.

I stick to my deal and stand up and walk to my hidden cupboard. Nico put it there especially for this. I really do love Nico, I just wish he visited more. Him and his boyfriend have left camp now. They live in a cottage. Obviously Will Solace, his boyfriends choice.

I tap the dark shiny panel on the wall and the cupboard door swings open revealing a beautiful maple cello with a spruce top. "Go grab your guitar." I say to him pulling out my cello and bow.

"Cello. Cool! It's one of the only instruments I can't play. Be right back with my guitar." He exclaims as he runs out of my cabin. Not even 10 minutes later, Taylor bounces back in holding a light oak acoustic guitar with a black strap patterned with gothic patterns.

I sit myself down on the black leather stool and begin to improvise. The strong notes of the cello begin to bond with light soft note of the guitar and start to dance through the air together holding one another close. My mother and my uncle used to love listen to Cello music. They would dance together laughing. I remember watching them one night, they went from moshing out to Slipknot to waltzing to classical cello in a split second. I was only young. About 5, but I remember most of my childhood, unfortunately.

Before I know it, tears and streaming down my face and Tyler is wiping them with his thumb, cupping my chin in his palm. Then I feel the collision as our lips meet, the soft touch warming my entire body, making my hands stand on edge.

Then I heard the screams.