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If there are any specific characters (From Disney or Dreamworks, not from PJO) or OCs you would like to see in this fic, I would love your suggestions! Thank you for reading!

I actually already have a plot, along with all the main characters parent's planned, but thank you for your suggestions! but I can take minor characters! maybe even OCs! (as villians)

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Chapter two- A Kangaroo-Rabbit-Thing tells me off

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It turns out, I had two weeks of free time before I officially started my job to settle in, and learn how things run around here. Like a... counselor in training type of thing, without anyone training me. So far, what I've learned about the camp on my own are that the camp t-shirts come in orange and purple, the rock climbing wall is suicide, there were too many cabins to count (and new ones sprouting out wherever they could fit them), and way too many kids to remember.

The demigods here act like I'm invisible, something that might have bothered me a century ago. Apparently, the last four couselors didn't really, per say, connect with them on any level. It's a little sad to say that I'm used to it. The mist bent around me so that mortals wouldn't give me a second glance and the hunters just get a kick out of making me feel worthless. The Gods? Well, yeah, same thing, except that they legit thought of everyone who wasn't of use to them as worthless. The years have really left immortals a little jaded.

Chiron is okay, nice I guess, for a half horse man. He smells like coffee, which only nags me that I haven't tried the stuff (You can't find coffee in the woods, if you didn't know that), and rides around the mortal world on a motorized wheelchair. Sometimes I want to try taking it for a spin, but I don't think that would sit well with the centaur.

The only ones here that gave a care about me at my stay were the little ones, maybe seven to nine-year-olds or younger, and Hiccup.

Really no difference between the two.

Because Hiccup was what he was. A Hiccup. I don't know why anyone would name their kid that but it fit him well; He was a small dude. I beat him by at least five inches in height. His toothpick arms made it impossible to imagine him working in the camp's forge. And he could not be related to anyone else in the Hepheastus cabin because, gosh dang, if you've seen their... their... bulk, in general, they were all muscle. Hiccup was not- quite the opposite, actually.

"Just be ready." Hiccup said in his nasally squawk of a voice at the lake. We had Apollo to thank for the sun beating down on our crowns. The cool glittering pools made the heat bearable. I'm not saying it was a horrible day, it was actually beautiful. The squeals of the children playing with the dryads were music to my ears. Sunlight illuminated the dark leaves of trees like lanterns and bounced off of the water, but the light kissing my almost nonexistent cheekbones and the breeze tousling my hair couldn't compare to the crisp nip of winter on my nose."When we get a new couselor, a lot of us see that as a chance to mix the rules around a little when Chiron isn't around."

"And what would that mean?" I asked. The water sprites below giggled and waved at me from the bottom as I dipped my feet in. I hoped not to freeze anything, but it wouldn't be such a bad thing if they turned into popsicles. Naiads were such flirts. I could also go for some iceskating.

"Oh, some minor stuff." Hiccup muttered, the usual sarcasm dripping into his voice. "Like switching tables, neglecting chores, a few explosions, and the occasional impregnated teen."

My eyes widened, "That happened?"

"Let's not go into detail."

He skipped a flat stone across the water's surface with a quick flick of his wrist, and I watched the ripples hug my ankles. The conch for dinner sounded and I realized just how much of the day I wasted watching these silly half mortals try to stay alive and the pretty girls at the bottom of the lake. Hiccup gave a defeated sigh, getting up from his spot and dusting nonexistant dirt off of his clothes. I knew why he was so down- meals were the hardest part of the day for him. He couldn't hide from everyone for his whole life. The Hepheastus table was normally packed, except for the little corner side of the bench that was specially reserved for Hiccup and any other outcasts of the cabin, not out of endearment. He could skip, but I think he should take any chance to put more meat on his little bones.

We left the lake and walked across camp, following others attending dinner, and a group of four runts shoved Hiccup, who was a few paces ahead of me. They taunted, "Hey, useless!"

I arched an eyebrow at the hurtful, but lame, insult, and I waited for Hiccup to bite back. I didn't know what I was expecting him to do or say. I was just expecting something- some burn or badass comeback that would shut those idiots up, especially from someone as sarcastic and clever as Hiccup. Who was going to let some punk get away with calling them useless? Is that the best they got?

Well, their best did a good job at keeping Hiccup quiet, because all he did was just keep his eyes on the ground, a sour look marring his childish features. He marched on with his arms straight stiff at his sides. The kids chortled, and I snapped at them, "That was pathetic."

The four half bloods looked at me in suprise, as did Hiccup. I couldn't tell what house the bullies were from, but I guessed that most of them were related because they all crooked the same ugly sinister smiles. I bet they were from Ares. Two of them were faternal twins- one boy and one girl with long, dirty blonde hair. I don't mean the color, I mean they had dirty, long, blonde hair. One was tall and overweight, and eyed me a little nervously. This one hadn't done the bullying, but he didn't stop it, either, so I didn't like him. The last one had shaggy brown hair and a big nose. He was the one who spoke next.

"What, you want us to be meaner? We can do that." He offered with a crooked grin.

"No." I said in a hard tone. "I want you all to go piss off and get a haircut."

I wasn't lying. They all needed one. They didn't take the advice, and big nose just stared at me, then Hiccup, in disbelief. "Hiding behind the counselor, Hiccup? Wow, you can't even make a friend your own age!"

They all snickered, and ran off before I could ice their shoes to the ground. My vision was clouded by my annoyance, and I spun on Hiccup, "You okay?"

Hiccup shrugged his narrow shoulders, "Nothing I'm not used to. Thanks, for what you said."

"Don't thank me yet." I grumbled. "They didn't listen."

"Still." Hiccup's mood lightened. "I don't think they're capable of listening."

I had to agree, but I wasn't feeling to joke at the time, so I said, "Why didn't you stick up for yourself?"

Hiccup scoffed, "They'll beat me up.

"At least they'd know you had the balls to."

"That won't make them respect me."

"So what will? Letting them push you around all the time?" I hissed, the smell of strawberries invaded my nostrils as we shuffled through the fields.

Hiccup's breath hitched, and he gave me a serious stare that actually made him look his age. A dramatic pause filled the space between us and he finally spoke, a new glow of hope in his grey-green eyes, "A quest. A quest! That would fix everything! I might even get a date."

I couldn't believe my ears. Doing a stupid task for godly parents that damned every forsaken kid here into this crazy world full of monsters would impress his peers, but the fact that he could ride and command a venomous reptile didn't? I squeezed the bridge of my nose, then regarded Hiccup with the same fierce stare I used against his bullies. "Seriously? A quest? That's what you need?"

He nodded vigorously, and I sighed, dismayed. "Hiccup, you don't need the gods to prove yourself. All you need is-"

"Oi!" Before I could finish my uplifting speech about believing in yourself, a man with a blue hairy hiney hopped over to us in apparent furry- I mean fury. "Watch where you're steppin'! We satyrs and the Demeter cabins work hard on the strawberry fields!"

I scanned his strange bottom half and big feet. "You are not a satyr."

I continued when he didn't respond in his shock, "Satyrs are half goat. You're like this weird... hybrid half bunny kangaroo thing."

The thing looked red in the face, glaring daggers and spitting acid at me, "I ought to trample you for that." he came at me.

Hiccup jumped in, arms outstretched like handling a wild animal. "Okay! Do it later, like after dinner, at capture the flag."

The thing looked at Hiccup like he was dirt, and retorted, "Only demigods participate."

"Well, then after dinner when you both have some time to kill." Hiccup suggested. The thing screwed his mouth up at Hiccup, shooting me one last nasty look, and scampered off to the dining pavilion ahead of us. When he was out of earshot Hiccup scolded me, "Seriously Jack?"

I shrug. Satyrs got under my skin; the mangy, loyal things smelled like molded carpets and farms.

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There were over twenty five different tables in the pavillion, but not all of them were comepletely full- some tables hosting only three children. From what I can tell, there was a table for each god, where their offspring would eat. Demigods were only allowed to sit with their cabin. Fortunately for Hiccup, satyrs, spirits, and dryads could sit where they pleased, so I sat with the Hepheastus family.

I had been disgusted to find that two of the jerks from earlier sat at the same table as him. Hiccup's own kind treat him like that? If you couldn't turn to family for help, where could you turn?

He could turn to me, I decided. If they wouldn't be a friend to him, I would. I didn't see any difficulty in that, except for the fact that I hadn't had a friend other than Nick in centuries. I guess I could use one, too. So I plopped down next to the little guy, who was tinkering with a new weapon he created- some sort of crazy dagger. A passing dryad placed a gold platter in front of me, one with a generous serving of potatoes, gravy and a chicken leg. When other people started to get up from their seats for their to line up by the fire, I smirked to myself, floating over dumping my whole meal into the flames from above. I thanked Artemis for sending me here and away from the horrible witches she called her virgin maidens.

During meals, it was a ritual to burn a portion of your food as soon as you filled your plate. They called these offerings and they were made for prayers and respect for Gods. Sadly, I had neither of those for any of them.

The sky thundered, and I started to muse to myself, taking in the sweet sound of angry Olympians who could probably doom me to eternal torture. You couldn't call me proud. No, it was much simpler than that. I was just as angry as they were. I tipped my head over the fire, the unusual combination of hot chocolate and burning hamburgers was oddly alluring.

When I finally brought myself back down to the table, the fat boy from the Athena cabin with the group of punks earlier, (I decided to call him fishlegs) within earshot, was telling the story of Dryope- the mother tree and protector of Camp Half-blood to the newcomers. No one even tried to hide their distaste.

Protector, eh? I wondered if she ever got as sick of her job as I had.

"So Dryope was resting on the bank by the water with her baby boy. Next to her was this beautiful lotus tree. The baby reached out towards the branches, and Dryope broke off the flowers for him. What they didn't know was that the broken clusters killed the dryad, Lotis, who lived in the tree. The Gods punished Dryope by turning her into another tree." A few of the kids turned their attention back to their food, while other still half-listened to Fishlegs.

"Everyday her son would come back to his mother's tree, even when he wasn't a baby anymore, and the gods blessed her to protect demi-gods and stuff. That's why she's called the mother tree."

I went deep into thought about Dryope, hearing Hiccup in the backround muttering to himself as he tweaked his new weapon and speared ravioli into his mouth. From the table I could see the border of camp, the lotus tree that was once Dryope, and Toothless wrapped around it in a peaceful doze.

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"That look suits you." I teased Hiccup, who was unrecognizable under his heap of armor. He was dressed for capture the flag. I discovered that this was a huge event for most demigods.

"Not now, Jack." I shrugged, because there were always other times to bug Hiccup. "So how does this game work?"

Hiccup looked around at his team mates. All I knew was that the Hepheastus cabin had an alliance with the Ares, Dionysus, Demeter, Nemesis and Aphrodite cabins, and was going against Athena, Apollo, Hermes, and all the left over cabins. He said slowly, like taking to a five-year-old, "Well... we capture. The Flag."

I rolled my blue eyes, and observed everyone getting ready. I hated to say, but I was worried that Hiccup would get crushed. The only thing I could thank the gods for was that The Ares cabin was on his side. I wouldn't worry much about the Dionysus cabin- they were as lazy as their father. Apollo and Athena, those ones I would keep a close eye on. Good thing maiming wasn't allowed. Hiccup readjusted his breastplate nervously. Sometimes his helmet fell over his eyes. He thumbed his handmade dagger from earlier.

"Hiccup!" A tall man with copper hair, who was the head of the Nemesis cabin, called him over to stand next a slender blonde from the Ares cabin- Astrid, I think. I would have pegged her as Athena's child for her strategy skills and blonde hair and almost grey eyes. I wasn't fond of her because of her snobby attitude. Hans I think I would like, if not for the fact that he's pretty much broken the heart of every female here. What or who the guy does in his free time isn't my business, but I learned about this in only a week's time of being here. What does that tell you?

Earlier, I had called Hiccup's half brothers and sister pathetic. I was wrong. What was pathetic was how Hiccup kissed up to them.

I almost snorted when Hiccup immediately perked up and tripped over to them like an adoring puppy. Astrid didn't seem the slightest amused, either. Hans, on the other hand, clapped a big hand on Hiccup's back encouragingly, like that could really help the kid's balance. "Hiccup, you're on border patrol, and keep an eye out for the Hermes cabin."

Hiccup bobbed his head, and Astrid, not as welcoming as Hans, told him, "Don't screw this up."

I definately didn't like her. I hovered around the teams, since I was sort of working as a referee for the time being. I watched as the Athena cabin, grouped with the rest of their allies, went over some kind or master plan. I had half a mind to go eavesdrop and pass information over to Hiccup, but I knew he would rat me out.

Hans looked to be giving Hiccup an intense pep talk, which he took in eagerly. At least Hans was nice to him. The game started, and even though I had been given orders to look out for everyone, I gave Hiccup some extra attention. We stood by a creek that gurgled over some rocks. Hiccup jumped at every sound, and I chuckled everytime he did, up in the nearest tree.

"Are you even supposed to be here?" He hissed at me for the umpteenth time.

"Sort of?" I pick at a few leaves. Maybe he would appreciate it more if I was Hans. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but then there came a rustle a little louder than the others. Hiccup put up his guard, tuning me out and scanning the area twice.

"I could've sworn-"

A man charged out of the trees. I jumped up in alarm, but I wasn't allowed to interfere. All I could make out of the flashes of their two bodies dueling was another mop of brown hair, darker than Hiccup's own.

"He's from Hermes!" Hiccup notified me, for what reason, I didn't know.

"Okay?" Would it be appropriate for me to cheer him on? Hiccup, looked like he was loosing badly.

"Flynn!" Someone cried out, causing the bigger one (not Hiccup) to stop and look over. Hiccup took this chance to ram Flynn with the butt of his sword, knocking him out.

"I did it?" He couldn't believe himself, and I grinned down at him. He seemed forget that I was there at all. "I did it! Did anybody see that?"

I was about to get back down and give him giant pat on the back, bigger than the one Hans gave him before the game, when I heard the shuffle and calls of other demigods, telling each other to gather 'round. My dark eyebrows furrowed.

"Hiccup." I called for his attention. I got down from my branch, landing on my bare feet on the damp ground next to him. "What's going on?"

Hiccup, just as confused as I was, looked around frantically. I think he spotted something in the distance that somehow I had missed, because he gasped and pulled my arm in the direction his eyes were trained on.

"What-"

"The game is over."

"What? Already? Who won?" He didn't answer me, and I followed his gaze long past the trees.

Yards away, where everyone else was in the open, there was an army of marching grey blobs coming. Trolls. My eyes widened, and I swear I could feel my own pupils dialate, if possible. I wondered why the hell we were seeing this and heading towards it, and not away. I tried to yank him, maybe talk sense into him. Hiccup had barely survived his squabble with Flynn from the Hermes cabin, who was still passed out on the floor. There was no way I was letting him take on some trolls.

"What are you doing?" He batted me.

"What am I- what are you doing!" I jerked his arm again. "Those are trolls! You should be running!"

Hiccup stilled, so I did too, baffled. He laughed, ticking me off just a bit. "Have you even talked to a troll before?"

He took my silence as a yes and motioned for me to follow him, "Come on."

"Hiccup-"

"Trust me."

So I did, begrudgingly.

We came to the large crowd that formed around the creatures, pushing past some tight spaces to get a good look. I picked myself off of the ground to see what was going on. The trolls were kind of... cute. They had these big eyes and feet and wore jewelry woven from greens found around the forest. Despite being stone, they had soft, caring features and curious smiles that reminded me of someone I couldn't exactly recall. I squinted. All I could hear were a few mumured voices between Chiron and a rather large troll with an equally large nose whom I assumed was the leader.

"The Trolls live right outside of camp, but are allowed past the border," Hiccup explained to me, "They work as prophets and give us messages from the gods."

I left Hiccup on the grass once hearing the infomation since he didn't seem to mind, and saw the troll close it's eyes. He held a rounded rock hand out, slowly worming his way through the crowd as it parted for him like a ritual. I was going crazy wondering when he would stop, but then he did,

right in front of a scrawny boy with auburn hair and too much armor for his body to carry.

Or Hiccup, with bugged grey eyes and temoring fingers.

And the troll seized his skinny twig wrist, opening completely blue eyes as he rasped,

"End Summer's splinter

in never ending word

bring back the winter

in claim never heard

with blasts of cold will come dark arts

three missing sons

four frozen hearts

a sword sacrifice

with third son's kiss

two winters shall perish

with what they had missed."

My lips parted, maybe in suprise, and I floated closer to the frightened teen and the troll. The troll blinked twice, the glow in his eyes dissolving and rolling his natural black one's into his head. What had just happened?

Hiccup retracted his hand, and it dangled limply at his side as the creature came back to earth. I was sure he was asking himself the same thing. Chiron grew a grave expression, fixing my friend a stony look and trotting over to the center of attention. "The Ancient Troll Prophecy has come." He announced. He faced Hiccup and I as my blue toes touched the mossy floors. "A quest is in order, child."

How quickly Hiccup's panic morphed into joy was almost comical. "A quest? Right this second?"

"No." Chiron didn't match his happiness, only looking more worn down by the minute. "In the morning. Pick two companions and get your things ready by dawn. There's no time to waste."

Something didn't feel right. My stomach flopped and I wrung my hands, trying to find something to do with them. This was probably what North had been feeling when he talked about his belly. I never truly thought about it until now. I knew he had told me earlier about needing this opportunity to prove himself, but Hiccup could not go on this quest, at least not without me.

I was getting ready for an argument and a battle of wits, whipping up something to try to persuade him to stay at camp where he was safest...

but then I saw the same hope return to his eyes, and knew that if I really was his friend, I couldn't.

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Everyone was nice to Hiccup at campfire, real sweet, real phony.

Girls from the Aphrodite cabine batted their eyelashes and charmed him with compliments. Guys saved seats for him and talked about the forge and all the cool weapons he made. I thought it was bullshit. Hiccup thought it was acceptance. I was honored with the gift of Hiccup choosing to sit next to the seat I hovered over.

"Who do you think I should pick to go with me?" He was still drunk from his current fame.

"How about a trusted friend?" I hinted to myself.

Hiccup grinned. "Well, friend, I wouldn't call you trustworthy."

"I'll take it."

Hiccup's smile faltered, regarding me with insecurity, "I don't know if counselors are allowed to go on quests."

"Screw that. I'm going whether you want me to or not."

His mirth returned, singing along to cheesy camp songs and enjoying everyone's company and kindness. Satyrs played music on pipes while some dryads tittered to themselves as they drummed out beats on wood. Yesterday he was surrounded by the same crowd, but now he was finally part of it. I couldn't say if that was good or bad because Hiccup wouldn't like my answer. Nearing the end, we both left our spots to see Chiron concerning details of the quest.

The half horse man sat to the side of the crowd, not really concerning himself with the camp activities. His face caught the torch lights around us, making his face look red and a little demonic. He was in deep thought when we disturbed him.

"I've had this sense for a long time now." Hiccup leaned forward in anticipation. Okay, I did too, but I prayed that it wouldn't be anything too gruesome or difficult, for the sake of his safety. I could feel a few other people listen in on the conversation, including the blue-bottomed thing from the strawberry fields. "A demigod, or two of them, but one is very powerful and very dangerous to herself and others. We have some time before she knows it herself, and in that time-"

Hiccup's face fell, "Whoa. Whoa, wait. This sounds like- you don't mean-"

"You and your party have to get to them before anyone else does and bring them here."

Hiccup turned red in the face, "You mean I'm going to be their keeper? Like a satyr?"

The eavesdroppers snickered when the thing- I'm going to call him Bunny- jumped in, "It's a lot harder than it sounds. You think we like luggin you brats across the country?"

Hiccup growled, "Fine. Jack's coming with me. And you." He dared to jab a finger into Bunny's chest, who snarled in return.

"Jack is needed here." Chiron stated. "He can't go."

I was ready to protest but then Hiccup said, "Okay. Hans, then."

What?

"What?" I outbursted, appalled.

"It doesn't matter, Jack. It's not even a real quest."

He huffed and turned his back on us, sprinting off and ignoring our calls. Everyone was making fun of him again. Just like any other night, Hiccup was a joke.

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Anyways, this is one of my first fanfictions, so if yo would all be so kind...

Please note that I do not have much time to write, edit, and type- especially with school starting again. There will be many typos, chapters may be short, and it will not be my best work. Please go easy with the criticism!

I'll be working slow because I'm going to post a lot of different fics (mostly out of excitement to use the covers I made) so please check them out if you can :)

Thank you!

-Mawhn