Okay, I'm back with another chapter! Glad to see whoever is reading likes my story!

With that said here's chapter 3! Enjoy!

Dylan's POV:

Dylan entered his house leaving Kellen, his short blonde haired green eyed friend, to walk on his own. The bruises he got from his fight today hurt and he was dying to get in a few shots with his bow and arrows. He set his backpack down and made his way into the kitchen, beyond that was the living room where the backyard door was. But his dad was in the kitchen. "Hey Dylan." He greeted. "Okay, how'd you get the black eye this time?"

"This kid at school made fun of me, I got mad, and he got what he deserved." Dylan answered walking to the back yard door.

"You know what I think?" Harold asked. "I think that you've got this idea in your head that you're the toughest guy around and I also think you have anger issues."

"The guy deserved it dad." Dylan insisted, trying to keep calm. He opened the backyard door.

"You're right that kid probably deserved something just not what you did to him." Harold replied. "Listen Dylan I know being a demigod is hard and you're probably going through a lot of stress with training, but that doesn't mean you go beating up every guy you…"

"DAD!" Dylan yelled. "How would you know?!" Dylan cried. "You never spend enough time with me to know that! You're always my trainer first, but when are you my dad?!" with that Dylan ran into the backyard slamming the door behind him. Through the window he saw his dad sit down with a frown on his face, probably thinking about what Dylan said.

Dylan grabbed his bow and arrows heading to the target zone. Dylan's arrow heads were made out of Celestial bronze so they were easier to kill with, the were also longer and smaller to get a better shot.

Dylan saw the first target far off in the distance and he position himself at the right angle for the shot, pulled out his arrow, and aimed. So many sad or angry thoughts coiling around in his head, he knew he wasn't going to make a very good shot. He let go and the arrow hit the 2nd ring from a bulls-eye. That hit triggered another target to appear, this target was equipped with its own bow and arrow so not only could Dylan attack but he could also learn to protect himself. His dad being a son of Hephaestus designed this for him.

Dylan dodged the arrow and shot the target earning himself a bulls-eye. Another target appeared and Dylan shot it before it could shoot its own arrow, but he missed a bulls-eye by three rings. A next target's arrow grazed his shoulder and he cried out. Why doesn't my dad understand?! He asked himself.

"Ow" he didn't make the shot which meant two enemies were free to attack him. He aimed his arrow at the first one ignoring the pain in his shoulder and made a hit, a very lucky bulls-eye. The other target was easy he hit it with ease. But the last target was always the hardest because he had to make a shot to the sky, which required a lot of power, speed, and velocity. He missed the target three times but with the last shot he got the edge.

Why can't he see? Dylan wondered. He's never my father anymore.

Harold designed the targets with motion detectors so they knew where to shoot, he also set it up so that every time Dylan missed a target an extra one would appear and make it tougher. But of course he designed a failsafe if anything were to go wrong and there were various demigod first aid kits around to stay safe. Dylan loved this training zone his dad designed it was like he was actually in battle.

Dylan bandaged his shoulder and took some ambrosia. He sat back and looked up at the sky. Life never was fair for someone like him, he never felt completely happy, or at least he couldn't remember being completely happy. He always wonder what was life like for him before he traded fathers, before he became a son of two. He was a son of trade.

At sunset Dylan got up collected his things and went inside. "Dylan, I wanted to say…" Harold tried.

"Don't dad, I'm not in the mood." Dylan warned. Harold backed off as Dylan headed upstairs. Dylan got in his room and collapsed on the bed. He tried to remember a time when he was completely happy. But all he could remember was a voice.

You're my best friend! I want it to be that way forever… That voice rang through his head more often than anything, it was squeaky so whoever said that must have been young at the time. But it was also soft and sweet like a lullaby so it probably was a girl. Whenever he wanted to forget everything he'd focus on that voice and everything seemed like nothing.

She must have been beautiful. He thought. I wonder if she still remembers me. More questions like these ran through his head. The only other friend in this world he could think of was Kellen, it made him sad.

I'll see you again someday! Promise! I swear on the river Styx…More of the voice. She was probably and awesome friend! Dylan thought. And he couldn't help but wonder will he ever see her again?

…..o0o…..

Scarlet's POV:

Scarlet made it home and was now entering her house. "Welcome home!" cried her mom. "How was school?" Scarlet gave Tessa a big hug.

"Same." She answered.

"Those girl's still picking on you?!" Tessa asked. "I have half a mind to call the principle and…"

"No mom," Scarlet said. "I ignore them and besides I'm a demigod remember if I can take on monsters then mean girls should be no problem!"

"If you say so." Tessa replied. "Want to train with me?"

"Sure!" Scarlet replied. They headed out into the backyard each grabbing their swords and daggers. Yes they had swords and daggers, but the daggers were extra weapons in case the sword was lost, and also daggers were good for deflecting sword swings.

"Ready?" Tessa asked.

"Ready!" Scarlet said confidently. Tessa lunged and swung to Scarlet's left, Scarlet dodged and thrust her sword past Tessa's neck.

"Good." Tessa congratulated.

"Thanks." Scarlet said. Tessa forced her sword into Scarlet's desperately trying to swing it away, Scarlet moved her sword in a circular motion pushing her blade on top of Tessa's. Tessa thrust her blade into the air and swung at Scarlet's feet, Scarlet jumped and landed on Tessa's sword and her sword landed on the ground. Scarlet snatched up Tessa's sword and prepared for the next hit, All Tessa had left was a dagger. Scarlet swung both the swords at Tessa's waist and Tessa jumped out of the way, slamming her dagger in-between the two swords.

"You're getting good!" Tessa told Scarlet.

"I was trained by the best." Scarlet replied.

"Yeah remember that." Tessa cried. Tessa sliced her dagger in-between Scarlet's blades with such force it sent a shock wave to Scarlet's hands forcing her to drop the swords and she flung them in different directions. Now Tessa and Scarlet were evenly matched. Scarlet sliced her dagger to Tessa's left and Tessa deflected it with hers. "Here's the tie breaker." Tessa announced. Scarlet nodded her head and pushed her dagger hard, Tessa did the same. Tessa heaved her dagger back and slammed it into Scarlet's blade hard, Scarlet's wrist popped and she dropped the dagger.

"Ow…" Scarlet said calmly.

"It should be fine, you probably just pulled a muscle." Tessa told her.

"Okay." Scarlet said.

"Again?" Tessa asked.

"Oh yes!" Scarlet cried. "Definitely!" They trained for a bit longer before they went back inside a night fall. "That was fun!" Scarlet said.

"Yeah…" Tessa replied.

"Thanks mom!" Scarlet cried hugging her.

"You're welcome!" Tessa said. Scarlet went upstairs. "Goodnight sweetheart!"

"Goodnight mom!" Scarlet called. She fell on her bed with a slight smile. Scarlet didn't feel as happy as she thought she should have, she still remembered what those girls said and it made her very unhappy. Scarlet tried to remember a time where there was more people who cared for her before she became a daughter of two mothers and one father, before she became a daughter of many.

But all she could remember was a name and beautiful deep blue eyes. Dylan? Who was Dylan? A good friend? A foe maybe? She asked herself. No his eyes were too kind, well at least she assumed he was he. She could remember smiling at those blue eyes and always feeling happy when they were around. But once that was gone she felt useless, she appreciated Kellen and her mom being there for her but it wasn't enough, she needed someone who understood her pain and knew how she felt.

But Dylan? Who was he? Why couldn't she remember? It hurt to think that she might've once had another friend but he left her. Those mean girls at school made her feel weak and useless and she hated that. She wanted to be strong and to be somebody. Whenever she felt like this she'd think of those beautiful blue eyes and that wonderful name and somehow she felt better.

Scarlet grabbed her stuffed bear from her bed and stared into its blue button eyes. "Who are you?" she asked it as if it were Dylan. "Were we friends?" she continued. "How come were not anymore?" The stuffed bear seemed to be looking at her with sad eyes as if he knew the pain she felt. Scarlet sobbed a little and pulled the stuffed bear in for a hug. "I wish," she said. "I wish…" she couldn't think of anything and that only made her sob harder.

Don't worry! The bear seemed to say. I'm here for you!

Scarlet's eyes widened as she thought of her wish, she lifted the bear to her face. "I wish I could see you again! I wish we were still friends! I wish we could be friends again!" she cried. After that she wiped her tears away and laid down for sleep wondering Will I ever see those blue eyes again?!

How was it? I hoped you liked it and continue to like it! Also check out 'Love in the Midst of Murder'! It's fantastic! Please Read and Review!

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