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PROLOGUE

Katie Gardner giggled a little too loudly as she staggered acrossed the trampled grass. Even from a distance, it was obvious she was drunk. This wasn't surprising, as Pollux had once again thrown a successfully secretive party. Being the son of the wine god, alcohol was sure to be included. He couldn't get drunk, though. It's supposed to be a benifit of being a son of Dionysus. Pollux saw it as more of a curse. All of the senior campers had been there. Over half won't remember a thing.

It was somewhere around 2 in the morning, and Pollux had finally managed to kick everyone out of his trashed cabin. Even by his standards, it was a pretty wicked party. The mess included. Pretty much everyone had drank at least a little. But the campers who were sober for the most part didn't want anything to do with cleanup. So Pollux was on his own, once again. Ever since Castor died, Pollux had been all by himself in a cabin with more than enough space for ten people to live comfortably. He absolutely hated it.

He despised the deafening silence. Hated the way that he had no one to keep him company. The other campers complained about having to share a bathroom, or not being able to go to bed whenever they wanted. They would say things about how lucky he was that he had privacy, and it was all Pollux could do not to scream in their faces. They couldn't have been more wrong. He would've given anything to be crammed in cabin 11. Even if he had to sleep on the floor. Anything would be better than the empty cabin he was stuck in. A constant reminder of his brother.

His solution: parties. His dad was the god of wine, he had a reputation to live up to. And boy did he. Every Friday night, everyone over the age of 15 crammed themselves into his already-full cabin once the moon came out. It was never a disappointment. Lou Ellen put some sort of soundproof bubble around his cabin, so they blasted pop music as high as it could go. He supplied the drinks, of course. The Stolls brought whatever entertainment they could find, which was normally silly spray or toilet paper. The Aphrodite cabin usually brought snacks. Apollo brought music. It was a blast.

Yeah, he'd been caught before. The punishments weren't too harsh, seeing as Mr. D actually liked him, and Chiron was a softie. No dessert for a week was a price he was willing to pay. However, cabin inspection was an entire different situation. Let's just say that last time he threw a party the night before inspection, it resulted in him getting a negative 5. That was a lot of dishes to do for one person. Pollux had no desire to go through that again.

And thinking back on it, he really should've said something before the Stoll brothers pulled out the spray paint. Too late. Now the walls of cabin 12 were streaked with hot pink and lime green. The carpet was a kaliedoscope of different stains, and Pollux was fresh out of cleaner. Not to mention the paint he would need to fix the walls. To top it off, Pollux didn't have his liscense.

Now you are probably wondering why this is even an issue. I mean, who cares? No one is out at 2 in the morning. You aren't going to get pulled over. And Pollux would've just drove himself. If he could. Honestly, Pollux didn't know the first thing about driving. There was no way he'd be able to actually start the car and put in in drive. So now you're probably thinking; So what? I mean, you're at a camp full of teenagers. At least a few have got to know how to drive! And they do know how. He knew for a fact that one of the Aphrodite girls drove a shiny red convertible. Except there was the tiny issue that anyone who owned a set of car keys was probably drunk off their ass. And he was to blame.

Normally, Pollux would have the Hephaestus cabin come and help him with all the repairs, but they were either dead asleep or so drunk they might as well be. Under normal circumstances, Lou Ellen could fix it with her magic. But after seeing the way she was grinding with Jake Mason, and then later on trying to surf the crowd, Pollux had his doubts. He was running out of time.

Then it hit him. Pollux mentally kicked himself for not thinking of the idea earlier. Gods, he could be so stupid! And he didn't even have the excuse of alcohol. He ran through the list of campers who could drive as he scavenged through his bathroom. He knew they were around somewhere... Ah-ha! He smiled successfully as he pulled out a bottle of pills.

A month ago, Pollux thought it had been the worst present ever. His dad had given him a bunch of useless pills! Well, useless to him, anyway. Being a son of Dionysus, he couldn't get drunk. Therefor, Pollux had absolutely no use for pills that would make you sober, or cure a hangover. His dad had told him to hold on to them though. That they might just come in handy. For once, Mr. D was right.

Quietly making his way outside, he tucked the rattling bottle into his pocket. He didn't need to call attention to the fact that he was so obviously out of bed after hours. The harpies didn't need any excuses. Thankfully, their senses were dull. They tended to stay in the forest or near the lake. Pollux silently made his way to the center of the cabins, seeing if anyone else was out here. And thankfully, someone was.

Katie Gardner seemed to be going in circles, looking for her cabin. Pollux tip-toed over to her.

"Katie!" he whispered.

She whirled around. "Who's there?" she slurred.

"It's me, Pollux."

She paused for a moment, as if she had to think about this. Then, out of nowhere, Katie smiled widely. "POLLY!" she screeched. "It's my Polly Pocket!" she exclaimed while running over to hug Pollux. Except, it didn't seem to work out how she wanted it to. She tripped somewhere along the way, and Pollux had barely enough time to swoop in and save her before she hit the ground. Before she could make any more noise, Pollux slammed his hand over her mouth. He looked around for harpies, and thankfully, none were there. Yet.

He wasn't about to take any chances, though. Pollux lifted a giggling Katie Gardner into his arms, bridal style, and ran as fast as he could for his cabin. He kicked open the crooked door and took a deep breath as it swung shut behind him. Then he set Katie on one of the beds, making sure she didn't tip over. He placed his arms on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

"I'm sorry Polly, I don't have any crackers." Katie said in a serious tone. Pollux just sighed. "Listen, Katie! I need you to pay attention," he urged. She just blinked at him. "Can you drive?" he asked slowly. "Drive? Like, Mario Kart?" she asked, confused. "Um, yeah. Like Mario Kart." She had to think about this. Finally, she answered.

"Well, yeah. I'm like, the Mario Kart champion! Can I be the little mushroom guy?"

"Sure, Katie. Whatever."

"Yay! I TOAD-ally call the motorcycle!" She erupted into a fit of giggles. "See-see what I did there? TOAD-ally? Like, toad! HAHAHA!"

"Yes, Katie, I get it. But do you have a car?"

"NO! I'm the motorcycle! Remember?" Katie started giggling again. Pollux just sighed. He needed a car, and fast. Well, there was always another option. Pollux considered stealing a car. If Travis and Connor could do it, why not him? The nearest lot was only a couple of miles down the road. If he could get there, manage to unlock the car, and get Katie to drive, it would be perfect! Yeah- he was pushing his luck, but really, what other options did he have? It was way too far to walk, and he didn't have any drachmas. Tonight, Pollux would become an automobile theif. He couldn't do it alone, though.

Pollux pulled the pill bottle out of his pocket and read the label. The number of pills corresponded to the amount of alcohol. Based on Katie's behavior, Pollux decided she probably needed around four of the smooth, white pills. He handed them to her, along with a half-empty bottle of water. With some persuasion, she took them. There was no immediate change, but Pollux just assumed it took a little while. By the time they found a car, Katie would be sober. The hard part: keeping her quiet while they sneak out of camp.

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