Hey guys! Sorry for the wait. But here's the second chapter! And I'm closing the poll in 5 days. So vote! So far, I'm only going to be writing from a few point of views. If you want to have someone be one of those few characters, PM or review. Please not your own. Anyways, I won my volleyball championships! Got a medal and everything! :D So happy. And remember, if you want to submit a prophecy go ahead. Guide lines:

1. No one dies. (Unless you want someone to...)

2. That's really all... I'll add more later on.

Anywho... ON WITH THE STORY!

Charlotte's POV

I watched as Reyna taught the younger children sword fighting. I wish I was good with kids. Reyna was. She was like me, but a better version. Reyna wasn't some legacy, she was an actual demigod. I could use a knife pretty well, but I couldn't use a sword, bow, or any other kind of weapon. Reyna just radiated power, and people wouldn't dare make her mad. People didn't care about me. I was just that legacy of Bellona. Don't get me wrong, Reyna's like my sister, but I'm pretty used to being over-shadowed, and I'm tired of it. Can't people know me for me, and not compare me to my relatives? I remember when I was younger, and my sister Claire always had the spotlight. My parents would always be yelling at me, telling me I should be more like my sister. But I didn't want to be like her. It felt like they didn't care about me, and that made me mad, leading me to be more resentful against them. Whenever I went to school, the other kids would tease me. Say I was just an ugly, violent, monster. I didn't have any friends. I would come home crying. Of course, my father would never notice. He'd just be congratulating Claire on her latest A. I was so sick and tired of my life. So, out of anger, I broke my parent's priceless vase. A wedding gift from Aunt Julie. My father exploded, and grounded me for 3 months. One day, they got home after Claire's latest piano concert, and went out to eat. I, being grounded, stayed home. I never knew breaking that vase actually saved my life. About 3 hours later they still weren't home. Another hour after that, the police called, and told me my family died. The stupid taxi driver was drunk.

"Charlotte! Come over here! I need someone to demonstrate this maneuver."

I pasted on a smile, and slowly walked over to her, picking up a sword that looked like it might fit.

Mike's POV

I walked through the strawberry fields with my head low. I needed to get back to my cabin. My place of peace and solitude.

"Hey Hell boy! Come back here!"

I cringed. Of course the notice me. I quickened my pace, and pretend not to hear them.

"Yo, kid. I said COME BACK HERE. We're not finished yet!"

Biting my lip I stared ahead, my fast walk turning into a small jog. Just a few more feet. 5 feet. 4 feet. 3 feet. 2 feet. Just as I was about to scramble into my cabin, someone yanked me from the back of my shirt, sending me tumbling down. I stood up slowly, facing Julian. Julian is 17, with light brown spiky hair, blue eyes, and very buff. Child of Ares of course. He's been picking on me since the day I came here.

"What Julian."

He glared at me. "Don't try playing innocent with me. I know what you did."

I stared blankly back. "I don't know what you're talking about, but just leave me alone."

"Oh just give the damn shield! Julian exclaimed, grabbing me by the shirt. "You refuse to give it to me, well, let's just say I'll be sharpening my sword today." He let go of me, and stalked off. I turned around, and realized a crowd had gathered.

"Don't you guys have better things to do?" I yelled, glaring at my fellow campers. I then opened the door to my cabin, walked in, and slammed it as hard as I could. Stupid Julian. Right know, I know two things. One, I didn't steal his shield (Who would want to?), and two, I was going to pulverize Julian before he had the chance to do it to me.

Mollie POV

I was just skipping through camp on my way to the arena, when I heard one of my best friends Mags screaming. Of course, being me ran over to her.

"Hey Mags! Wha- WHOA YOUR HAIR'S PINK!" I exclaimed. I've always found myself fascinated with colored hair. That's why my tips are colorful!

"No shit, Mollie." Mags said, rolling her eyes.

"HEY! NO BAD WORDS! By the way, why is you hair pink? And can I have some of it?"

"I don't really care, that stupid Taylor girl decided it would be funny to leave different colored paint bombs in our cabin, and No! Why would you even want it!?" She exclaimed back to me.

Seeing she was getting more and more irritated, I decided to work my amazing Iris magic.

"Well I think I can help your problem Lulu!" She glared at me. "Sorry Mags...Well you see, us Iris campers have a hidden hair dye shelf. It's like, lots of colors. And I'm pretty sure we have your original hair color!" I squealed. Dyeing hair is really fun! Mags nodded her head, so I and she made our way over to my cabin.

"Hey Mollie! Could you help me with something really quick?" I turned around to find one of the really young campers holding out a dull looking knife.

"Sure!" I replied "What's the matter?"

"Well, my knife is getting a bit rusty; could you brighten it up for me?" I smiled, and brought out some of my favorite brightening solution.

"Pour this on you knife, then lay it in the sun or under a really bright light for 2 hours, then it'll look really, really bright."

"Thanks Mollie! Bye!" I waved, and continued on my walk to the Iris cabin with Mags. I still wasn't used to people calling me Mollie. Then again, when was I ever used to my name. When I was 5 I witnessed two guys stealing a painting. The only reason I saw it though, was because I decided to wander away from my tour group in a museum. They saw my face. I ran, and the men ran too. Eventually, I was put in the WWP. I moved to Alabama with my brother and father, and became Josie Price, but they found me. I then became Hattie Williams of Wyoming. They found me again. Lastly, I moved to Manhattan, and became Annie Metre. The guys found me again, but right before they killed me, a satyr came and killed them. I went to camp as Annie Metre, and a month later I admitted I was Mollie Write.

"Hey Ms. Sunshine, we're here. Snap outta your daydream." Mags snapped at me, rolling her eyes. My eyes widened, and I laughed.

"Oops! I wandered off into la la land! Hey, I wonder if we made a rainbow, then put a pot of gold at the end, would it attract a leprechaun?"

Mags rolled her eyes. "Sure, now come on. People are staring.

Okay! That concludes chapter 2. Remember. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! The more reviews I get, the more motivated I'll be to write! If you want me to add anything to the story (friendships, something happens to one of the characters, etc.) then go ahead and tell me! See you guys later! Bye

-Jamie (The volleyball champion)