Sweet Revenge

Chapter Two: The Plan

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A/N: First of all, the beta spot goes to the epic Kaleidoscope Flowers(:

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"She joined the Titan Army!" Apollo yelled at his parents, pacing back and forth in the newly designed throne room.

"Apollo, please, calm down," Leto said, placing a caring hand on his shoulder.

"No, Leto!" Apollo screeched, pulling away from his mother, his face red with rage "That girl is making a fool out of us!"

"Apollo–" Zeus started in a warning tone, but his son cut him off.

"Don't you understand, Zeus?" he screamed, angry tears welling up in his eyes. "First of all, she wasn't even supposed to be born! Then, we capture her, and she escapes! Do you know how bad that makes us look? And then, she goes and joins forces with our enemies in defiance against us! And on top of everything, my sister–your daughter–has disappeared!"

Zeus paused, understanding his son's wrath and predicting cloudy days until Artemis had returned from her disappearance. Apollo took this break to continue, "We have to do something, father. Anything."

Zeus sighed before attempting to compromise, but was cut off by a young woman.

"I agree with Apollo," the young woman said, and the throne room went completely silent; even the dryads and minor gods outside of it didn't dare utter a single word. "We should get revenge on the girl."

"So this is the Titan camp?" Ali asked, raising her eyebrows. She and Ryan had finally made it to the camp after a day or two of traveling; it was hard to keep track of days when you were roaming on the road. Ali remembered the shock she had felt when she had found out what day it was.

"Ryan?" Ali asked uncertainly, biting her lip.

"Mhm?" He replied tiredly. They had been traveling all day, though Ali was used to it.

"What day is it?"

Ryan thought for a second before answering, "Um … June 1st. Tuesday, I think."

Ali stopped mid-step, falling on her face in shock. Had she really be a fugitive for that long?

"Hey, are you alright?" Ryan asked, noticing that she had fallen. Ali rolled her eyes before getting to her feet.

"Yeah, just a little shocked, that's all." That was definitely the understatement of the year. Ali had been imprisoned in mid-January, and escaped in late April, which ironically right before her birthday. Great b-day present, huh?

"OK …" Ryan looked like he wanted to say more, but kept quiet.

"Yep, this is it." Ryan shrugged, frowning slightly, but that quickly turned into a playful smile. "Why? Does it not live up to your amazing expectations?"

Ali rolled her eyes. Sometimes this guy was bipolar. "Nah, way better than Camp Half Blood, if that's what you meant."

Ryan snorted, but said nothing. Ali took this moment to really take in the camp. On her left was around a dozen makeshift lean-tos, tents and other forms of sleeping areas. There were also sleeping bags piled up and piled up against a big oak tree. Most people would find that gross, or unwelcoming, but Ali would have gladly slept under the stars. Even before she was forced to, she loved sleeping underneath the stars, studying the constellations. She always enjoyed Callisto, almost feeling a connection because they were both hated by Artemis, and wanted revenge. Ali inferred the last part, because if she had been turned into a bear by her idol, she'd want revenge.

"Ali, you coming?" Ryan said, snapping Ali out of her train of thought. He was a few yards away, beckoning her forward. Ali blushed before jogging up to him. They then proceeded to head in the opposite direction of the sleeping area, towards an arena filled with kids sparring. Ali noted that they used real weapons, unlike at Camp Half Blood.

Standing in the middle of it was a tall guy (though not as tall as the giant Ali was standing next to) with dark hair and dark eyes. He turned towards the pair with a solemn expression, which lightened slightly when he saw Ali, who internally rolled her eyes.

"Mission accomplished, Carlos," Ryan said as soon as they reached the guy.

Carlos rolled his eyes before replying sarcastically, "Really?"

Ryan looked down at his feet, embarrassed. Ali decided to break the silence. "So is there any specific reason why you guys wanted me?"

The two boys exchanged a look. Ali looked between the two, confused. They were obviously hiding something.

After a minute or two of awkward silence, Carlos finally replied, "Let's not worry about that now. Why don't you show her where she'll be sleeping, Ry?"

Ryan scrambled to turn around, nearly running towards the sleeping area, without giving Ali a chance to ask any questions. She followed silently, angry at the boys for not telling her what was up.

Finally, they reached a group of tents, and stopped in front of a black one near a bed of sunflowers.

"Caitlyn?" Ryan asked, tapping the polyester. "You in there?"

The zippers came open, and a blob of messy strawberry blonde hair popped out. "Yes?" The girl asked impatiently.

"Your new roommate is here," Ryan replied coolly. It didn't take a mind reader to see that these two weren't best buddies.

Caitlyn smiled towards Ali. "Hi, I'm Caitlyn, but I'm guessing you picked up on that."

"And I'm Ali, but I'm guessing you've heard of me," Ali replied, smiling warmly.

Ryan cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well, I'll just, erm, let you two get situated." He turned towards Ali and said, "If you need me, I'll be with Carlos, training."

Ali nodded, and he sprinted off, leaving the two girls alone. Caitlyn opened the tent and moved over, allowing Ali to come inside.

Now, the tent looked pretty small on the outside. But once you were inside, it was a whole different ball park. Ali had plenty of room to move around and set her small backpack down. She sat in the corner, stretching her legs out in front of her.

"So …" Ali said, trying to keep the conversation alive. "Uh, who's your godly parent?"

"Oh," Caitlyn's expression changed. Something flashed over her face. Anger? Distress? Whatever it was, it was changed to a blank expression before Ali could register it. "Apollo."

Ali laughed awkwardly. "So that makes us cousins, no?"

Caitlyn rolled her eyes at the lame joke. "I guess."

Awkward silences really bugged Ali, so sitting there silently with Caitlyn bothered her. Which isn't strange at all, she thought, rolling her eyes at her own OCD-ness.

Suddenly, the tent zipper was jerked open so hard that Ali worried that it might break. An anxious face poked in the hole where the tent unzipped.

"Caitlyn, Ali," the young boy–who was twelve, at the most–gasped, and Ali assumed that he had run here. She didn't even bother wondering how he knew her name; here, everyone knew who she was. "They," he paused again, breathing heavy. "Need you … in … the … main … cabin." The boy collapsed onto the ground, attempting to catch his breath.

Caitlyn grabbed Ali's hand and nearly dragged the poor girl out of the cabin. If Jon needed them in the Main Cabin, it had to be serious. As in, 'we're leading an attack on Olympus and we need your help' serious. Well, maybe not that serious, but Caitlyn was a wee bit melodramatic.

"What's the Main Cabin?" Ali asked, confusion covering her face. Caitlyn didn't want to waste time explaining, but now was better than when Jon would be explaining, because his patience was even shorter than Caitlyn's.

"That's were Jon and all the other generals live." Ali started to ask something, but Caitlyn cut her off, which earned her a glare. "Jon's our … well, for lack of a better word, leader. He's been in charge ever since two years ago after the end of the Titan War."

"OK …" Ali still looked confused, but didn't press on, thankfully. Caitlyn grabbed Ali's arm and dragged her west, towards the Main Cabin.

Finally, after a few minutes of jogging, the duo made it to their destination. Caitlyn paused, unsure whether she should knock or just go in, and Ali cleared her throat impatiently.

Caitlyn shot a glare in her direction, and knocked on the door loudly. She prayed that her temper wouldn't get her in trouble.

"Come in," a voice, Jon, Caitlyn realized, said with an irritated tone. Caitlyn gulped, but kept an expressionless face as she opened the door. Ali followed silently, her face uncertain.

"You sent for us?" Caitlyn said, her voice a bit arrogant. Probably not the best move, but it was better than acting like a scared little kid.

"Yes, we have recently learned some … interesting news having to do with Ms. Torres." Caitlyn saw Ali raise her eyebrows, but otherwise, the room stayed completely still; even Jon's lieutenantsstayed quietly on the couch, unmoving.

Caitlyn stood there silently, waiting for Jon to continue, partly because she didn't trust her voice enough to speak. Why would Jon call the new girl? Even if she is the daughter of Artemis.

"Well, it seems that Artemis has made a reappearance."

A young girl sat alone in the woods, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She played with the silver bow in her hands, debating over the best way to destroy her prey. But first, she would have to decide which way to get there, and when. Obviously not right away; that would be foolish. Let the girl make friends, start enjoying life before taking it all away.

The smile widened on the goddess's face. The girl would never see it coming. The camp would welcome a new refugee with welcome arms. The more the merrier, no? And then, she'd make friends with that terrible creature before slowly and painfully destroying the thing.

The young girl felt her pulse rise in suspense. That girl had made a fool out of the goddess, sending her into hiding and making the goddess look like the queen of hypocrites. And the young girl would get her revenge.

Because nobody made a fool out of Artemis. And those who did, well, you never really did hear about them, did you?