Disclaimer: I do not own PJO though if I did Nico would rule the world

(Agalia's POV)

As soon as we touched down, loads of kids came running to us. The oldest I could see was probably sixteen, maybe fifteen? The youngest looked around ten. All of them were wearing the orange camp T-shirt. A girl with dirty-blonde hair pushed her way forward.

"Will!" she called, waving a small shovel in the air. She looked angry and exasperated. The girl also had a smug of dirt on her cheek, like she had just finished gardening.

"Oh hey there Bethan" replied Will, shifting on his toes. Clarisse snorted and turned away, grunting something like "I'll go get Annabeth".

"Why did you help the Stoll brothers?" Bethan implored, wringing her hands in exasperation. "Surely you know better"

Will looked at the ground mumbling something about 'blackmail…pranks…good-for-nothing-brothers'. Whoever these 'Stoll brothers' were, I was quickly starting to like them. Suddenly a burst of light appeared over Lydia's head, bathing us all in a harsh, red glow. An image of a bloody spear circled around her head. A small groan came from a boy with curly black hair. He looked to me a bit like a Latino version of peter pan… with black hair. He muttered something about war obsessed bullies. That made absolutely no sense to me.

Marion gasped slightly in recognition. I hate it when she does that. All through our little trip, she had been the one to recognise absolutely every monster. Bloodie nerd, she is.

"That's the symbol of the war god Ares, isn't it?" She exclaimed, staring straight at the fading spear with absolute certainty. Clarisse pushed her way to the front again with a girl following her. It was obvious that everyone respected the girl who was surveying Lydia with deep grey eyes. This must be that Annabeth girl Clarisse went to get. A simple ponytail held back honey blonde hair.

She looked Lydia over once more, and then turned to look at me.

"What are your names?"

"Marion Young"

"Lydia Ashfield"

"Agalia Dickens" I finished with a huff. Sorry but I generally don't like being made to feel like a guinea pig in a cage. Annabeth may have smirked at me but I'm not quite sure.

"Welcome to all of you" she turned to address the crowd of kids. "Lydia has been claimed as the daughter of Ares. Clarisse, can you show her around while I talk to the other two." Clarisse grunted and beckoned for Lydia to follow her. Lydia squared her shoulders and started to march towards her, not without shooting a look at me saying 'watch-your-mouth-Don't-give-anything-away'. Ok lips are officially sealed.

Lydia's looks can get pretty freaky. Nothing on mine of course, but still scary. I think I'll leave all the talking to Marion. Maybe.

Annabeth took us around the camp. IT IS AMAZING! There is a sweet looking archery range and even more pegasi. She took us up to a cave which had a purple curtain over the mouth. Something tells me I will not like what's in there. Oh well, into the creepy cave we go.

The inside was actually pretty cool. Easels, sketchpads and all sorts of art equipment littered the place. A girl with frizzy red hair turned to look at us from a painting.

"Hey there. You must be the new girls, but wait; there should be three of you." The redhead looked at us in confusion.

"One- how do you know there are three of us? Two- our friend Lydia just got claimed so she's with the Ares cabin (Annabeth had explained about how camp worked but I tuned out half-way through) and three- Who the heck are you?" Marion questioned without taking a breath.

"Marion, did you know there's a magical thing called breathing, you know, it keeps you alive" I said as innocently as I could. Marion shot me a look like: Shut your trap. Funny I tend to get that look a lot.

"This is Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She's the oracle of Delphi" explained Annabeth patiently. You could literally see the light bulb going off in Marion's head.

"So that's how you knew who we were. You can see into the future." She exclaimed. I just smiled and pretended I knew what they were on about. Marion went over to look at the painting Rachel had almost finished. It was mainly dark but there was a small, pale boy curled up in the centre. He seemed to have wings coming out from his back but you couldn't be sure. In the shadows of the paint were things that I don't even want to know about. Dis jointed faces and figures, reaching out to the pale boy.

I turned away but Marion stared on transfixed. "I think that we may have to send another quest, only this time they may have to be in a bigger group" Rachel mumbled, trailing her finger down the side of the canvas.

"Why would we have to do that?" questioned Annabeth sharply. Something tells me Annabeth doesn't like being kept in the dark.

"I had a dream about these three girls coming here" Rachel sighed. "Then something bad happens and I know that Jason, Piper and Leo are involved."

"Who are Jason, Piper and Leo?" I asked cautiously. I didn't like what they were talking about.

"Piper is the head counsellor for the Aphrodite cabin, Leo is the head counsellor for the Hephaestus cabin and Jason is a son of Jupiter who was traded with Percy Jackson the son of Poseidon by Hera. They went on a quest before Christmas to rescue Hera." Annabeth supplied, tears coming to her eyes when she said the name Percy Jackson. Me thinks there is a romance a-foot.

Suddenly an explosion went off near the black, spooky/really, really cool cabin with burning green fires outside. With one look at the rest of us, Annabeth ran down the hill to check it out. Rachel, Marion and I shrugged, and then ran off to find out what it was.