Hi guys, I'm sorry it's been so long, but I'm back now and trying to become organised. Anyway here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy it...

P.S I don't own anything you recognize as canon...

By the time both me and Luke reached the top of the never-ending hill, it was already densely packed and made me feel like I was barricaded from our visitors. All I could see was a sea of people all joined together creating a wall that seemed to reach into the sky forever, and blocking me from any hope of finding anything related to my parents. There were no gaps in sight; as all were squashed in the hopes of catching glimpse at the most famous half-bloods alive today.

No one seemed to understand my need to see them, to find answers I'd been searching for since the very day my parents disappeared off the face of the Earth: off the face of the Universe.

Maybe it was better that way though, because something always seemed to stop me, some thought in the back of my brain; sort of tugging with the question: do you really want to know the answer? It produced horrible thoughts in my mind wandering who my parents really were, and who did they anger that much that they would be after them? Or the worst, that doesn't picture them as heroes of the world, just a couple who couldn't handle the responsibility of children... so, who were my parents?

After a while off the constant screaming and shrieking like seagulls it all turned into a haze in the background and I could no longer think straight, or stand straight without rocking from side to side. So I gave up and strolled back through the camp, away from the loud sounds which caused my mind to switch of and my senses to take a strong grip over me.

In the end I somehow ended up back in the dense woods by the riverside, even though I was aiming for my cabin. My legs had taken control at some point through the journey and followed the familiar path I walk every morning. They had gone as far as they dared to escape the ever-growing noise of my fellow campers, as soon I thought I would find myself going deaf and I greeted with the deafening silence. Honestly, it was not a prospect I exactly welcomed and so I evaded to a place I felt free: myself: home.

"Do you often do this?" Suddenly I was dragged out of my deep spiral of thoughts to a warm, masculine voice that seemed to both shock and sooth me. So as I turned around towards the direction of the sound, I was all of a sudden greeted by a boy. Well, not a boy exactly. He looked slightly older than me, and all I could stare at were his striking, clear, silver eyes reminding me oddly of the reflection of the moon, though slightly covered by his pure black hair.

He was still looking at me expectantly, and I suddenly realised he expected me to reply and not just stare at him like a crazy person. I was searching for something clever to say, but my brain wasn't functioning properly and I'd forgotten the question he'd asked me, so I decided to go with: "What was that?". His face was trying to muster a neutral expression, but he wasn't quite succeeding and I could see hints of a smirk.

"Sure: Do you often do this?" He repeated for me, and then added: "though by the looks of it I'm sure I already know the answer to that question."

My face was in shock at this assumption and so replied back with "Yes. But there isn't anywhere else to go where it's quiet. So I'm stuck here... who are you?" The though had just crossed my mind, as I'd never seen this camper before; I'd been here for all of 10yrs.

"I'm new."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Actually it does."

"Fine. What's your name?" I asked in an exasperated voice.

"You first." I was starting to become more annoyed by this boy, every time he opened his mouth to speak. But I relented in the hope of at least extracting his name.

"Fine: Lacey. Now your turn."

"August." He said simply. "My name is August."

There was a long gap of silence that followed, which was filled with the chirping of birds in the distance and the slight breeze from the wind that caused the leaves to rustle. Eventually, after I'd taken in his name I decided on another question.

"So. Which cabin are you in?" I was suddenly surprised by myself at how I longed for the answer.

"You first." I think that's his favourite phrase. I huffed but still began to tell him,

"Poseidon. And Athena. Your turn."

"Wait. So you're a legacy."

"Yep." I answered hesitantly.

" Sorry-"

"-Your turn." I interrupted him. "Your cabin..." I elaborated.

"Don't have one." My face dropped slightly, and before I could stop myself asked another:

"Why not?"

"Well there isn't one." My face morphed into a quizzical look and so he carried on, " Well I haven't properly been claimed yet, and well I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." He turned around to go back towards the camp without another word and I returned back to the river pondering what August had just informed me on.

Unfortunately, it soon went dark and so I thought I should probably head back to the cabin to show my face while proving I'm still alive. When I reached the camp, as usual they were all gathered around the campfire, with the Apollo cabin leading the songs. This time they were singing about the seven, which I found rather unfortunate as I always enjoyed their rendition of 'never dress for battle in the dark'.

Anyway, I soon spotted Luke and so walked over to join him, however halfway there collided with a body. I looked up to apologise but my voice had disappeared, as I was overwhelmed with so much emotion I didn't know whether I'd cry or smile. All I could do was stare at this woman in front of me who I hadn't encountered for years.

"Lacey?" She spoke. I just nodded as my mouth wouldn't move. "Is that you? Oh it is!" And without hesitation she swung me into her arms, enveloping me in a gigantic hug. All I could ponder over and over again in my head was: that they were here. They were actually here in the flesh, and hugging me very tightly in a bear hug was Piper, who knew both of my parents greatly. And scattered around were all the others. Leo tinkering with some metal within the group of Hephaestus campers; Jason telling stories round the campfire, now the Apollo cabin had stopped; Hazel with the Hecate group watching in amazement as they produced their skills of magic; lastly Frank soaring up above the Ares while they fought over who got to speak with him next. All were welcomed into the camp by everyone, there was no disagreements just amazement at the legendary people standing before them.

She eventually let me go from her grasp and we rejoined the roaring campfire, reflecting everyone's excitement to finally meet the most famous of our kind.

For once in a long while I felt completely and utterly happy. So happy that I sang along with everyone, while toasting marshmallows. I looked around at all the campers: my fellow friends and was just about to return to the singing when I spotted the little glow of Hestia in the corner of the fire, smiling at me, and I couldn't help but smile back at how wonderful everything seemed in that moment. How beautiful and wondrous it was; everyone together. Everyone as one.