To clear up any confusion, Max and Cassandra call each other sister or sis as a term of endearment, not that they are actually sisters. And shout out to my first reviewer! Thanks a bunch! Okay, bye.


I didn't see TJ that much after I introduced him to camp. Maybe it was because the Aphrodite idiots and a few other girls were constantly drooling over him. Maybe it was the fact that he made some enemies fast, but made friends even faster. Or maybe it was because he was claimed by Ares. My brothers and sisters have never gotten along with them for very long, if at all. Part of me wanted to be friends with him; he seemed pretty nice, but at the same time, I couldn't cross my siblings.

"Does it really matter?" Max asked me one day, as we were loading our bows for practice. "I mean, look at Percy and Annabeth. They were supposed to be enemies but became friends."

I laughed. As if anyone could ever be so lucky as to have what Percy and Annabeth have. "They ended up falling in love with each other. I'm pretty sure they had a crush a crush on each other since their first quest."

My best friend moved the hair from her eyes. "Whatever you say, sis."


"Hey," someone said from behind me as I was putting my bow away. I turned to see TJ.

"Oh, hey. What's up?"

"Not much," he admitted. "I need a weapon."

We spent about ten minutes looking through the shed, trying to find him a new weapon. It wasn't that he wasn't adjusted to the different types- he just couldn't choose which he liked best. Was it the sword? The throwing knives? What about the knife with the brass knuckles? Oh, look over there! Guns!

In the end, I was tired, so I told him to just take them all. "It's not that big a deal. Ares and Hephaestus's cabins usually have more than just one weapon."

That night, at dinner, Will was in a heated debate with another one of us about how the Broadway musical, Wicked was better than Green Day, when my sister, Delilah, nudged my shoulder.

"I saw you with that new Ares boy in the shed earlier," she giggled. "Imagine how Will would react if I told him. Do you think he'd be as mad as he is now?"

I glanced over at my brother. His hair was in his face, slightly flushed, waving his hands around for emphasis. "Gods yeah."

Delilah smirked. "So now the real question is what will you do to keep this little thing under wraps?"

That's when it dawned on me. I laughed, pulling my ponytail a little. "Whoa there, we are not, like, together or anything like that!"

"Oh really?"

"Yes! If that's what you thought, you're very wrong." I was starting to get very annoyed with my sister. Like she knew anything.

She shrugged. "I'm sorry if made you mad. It's just that Drew-"

"Oh!" I said, ready to punch someone. "Drew? Drew is making up rumors about me? Well that's too bad because she's a bitch and everyone knows it."

Delilah sighed. The look in her hazel eyes said everything.

"Whatever. I don't have to explain myself to you."