This chapter is a little more dark and sad. Just in that sort of mood haha. Hope you like it or at least enjoy reading it. :)

Not entirely sure where this story is going yet. I have a general plot but I keep changin little bits and peices of it, so forgive me if it isn't the greatest.

Please comment! They are what ecourages me to continue writing a story! :D

I sat in my cabin until dinner, when Travis came looking for me.

"Alina?" he asked, knocking on my door. I sluggishly got up off my bed and stumbled over to the door. Before I could grab the door handle, Travis was inside my room, having shoved the door open.

"What's your problem, dude?" I asked, an angry look on my face.

"I don't have a problem, I was checking on you!" Travis yelled.

I frowned at Travis. I never thought I'd hear him yell, especially not at me. After a few moments of silence, I looked into Travis' eyes and saw fear. There was something wrong.

"Travis, what's wrong?" I asked.

Travis slowly raised his head to look at me. "Something got into the camp." A tear slid down his cheek as he looked back down at the floor. "A hellhound. It hurt some people pretty bad."

I knew there was still something he wasn't telling me. I gently grabbed Travis' face and pulled it up to look at me.

"Travis," I said, tears in my eyes. "Who was hurt?" I already knew the answer, but I needed to hear it from him.

Travis took in a shaky breath before whispering, "Connor." My heart sunk as I reached for the door handle. Travis knocked my hand out of the air.

"Are you insane?" he asked.

"We need to be with Connor right now," I said, pushing Travis away from me.

"I won't let you go out there." He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the door.

I tried my hardest to reach the door, but Travis was stronger than me. He pulled me towards my bed and threw me on it. I bounced on the mattress for a few seconds before standing up again. Travis was standing in front of the door, ready to throw me at the bed once more.

"Travis," I said walking towards him. "Connor is your brother. Your twin. We need to help him if he's hurt."

Tears rolled down Travis' cheeks as he stumbled towards me, arms outstretched. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his chest. He rested his head on my shoulder, having to bend down a bit to do so.

"I couldn't let you get hurt too," Travis let out between sobs. "I couldn't handle it if you were both gone."

My eyes widened at Travis' words. "Gone? What do you mean gone? Connor isn't gone." I looked at Travis. "Is he?"

Travis let out a loud sob as he crumpled onto my floor. I sat next to him, trying to get him up. After useless attempts, I stood and reached for the door once again. Travis reached out his hand to stop me but I was already gone.

I tightly grasped my dagger in my hand, scanning the camp with my eyes. I didn't see any hellhound, so I ran for the Hermes cabin. I reached it in a just a few moments, and I realized that everything was eerily quiet. I turned the doorknob to the cabin and walked inside. Connor was lying on the ground, along with many other half-bloods. He had blood covered bandages around his arm and chest. I quickly walked up to him, tears flowing from my eyes. A girl from the Hermes cabin saw and sat next to me, her hand on my shoulder.

"He's hurt pretty badly," she said. You could tell she was trying to keep her voice steady, but it wasn't working very well. "We were just out looking for his brother a minute ago."

I sighed and said, "I know where he is." The girl looked up at me, worry on her face. I smiled weakly. "He's not hurt, don't worry. He's in my cabin right now." With that, the girl stood and ran to her siblings, telling them orders I couldn't hear. A few people left the cabin, probably to find Travis. He needed to be here, especially when Connor was hurt this badly. I let out a sob as I remembered Connor's sleeping body lying in front of me.

"Does anyone know why the hellhound was here?" someone behind me asked.

"No one does," another person replied. "It just came out of nowhere and attacked Connor. Everyone who tried to get the thing off him got hurt too."

Questions raced through my mind. Why would a hellhound want to attack Connor? How did a hellhound even get into the Camp Half-Blood boundaries? Was somebody after Connor or Travis? Right then, none of those questions was a priority though. Every hurt person in the room was though, so I decided to get out of the way. I couldn't stand seeing Connor like that anymore anyway. I stood and walked to the door, people rushing around me. They all seemed to be moving in slow motion as I turned the knob and stepped outside.

"Alina."Chiron was standing outside, waiting for me. I walked to him, trying to stop my tears from flowing. He patted me on the back as I reached his side.

"Why did this happen?" I asked, my nose running. Chiron was silent as I looked up at him. His eyes were squinted in the sunlight.

"We're having a meeting in the Big House," Chiron said as he walked ahead of me. "Go find Mr. Stoll…" he paused as he saw more tears forming in my eyes. "Go find Travis and tell him to come as well."

I nodded and ran to my cabin, hoping Travis would still be there.

I reached the Zeus cabin and burst inside. Travis wasn't sitting on the floor anymore, and my heart raced as I thought of where he could be. I ran outside, franticly looking for Travis. After long minutes of searching, I saw him sitting by the lake. I raced to his side and sat down next to him. He heard me and glanced at me, tears covering his entire face. I rested my hand on his and squeezed it gently.

"Come to the Big House," I said shakily. Travis nodded as we stood together and turned to face the Big House.