Warnings: spazziness and OOC-ness…and…uh, I dunno. Lol that's for the reviews for the last chapter! Hope you like this one too!!!!

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Oh, and a quick note to Sahra (prounounced like Sara): RELAX!!! I already have a lot of the story written, and your suggestions came a little too late because I already have some things planned out. You have to read farther to know that. I don't mean to be mean, just so you know, but, seriously, just relax.

Iggy sat at the end of the crowded Hermes table, picking at his plate, looking depressed. He had gone along with everyone else and put some of his food in the fire, much to his protest since he hardly got enough to eat anyway, and wanted to keep all the food on his plate. Sure, he still had a lot left, but that wasn't why he felt so depressed anyway. He listened to the conversations, nibbling on his food quietly. He had already heard whispers about him; luckily Annabeth kept his wings a secret, so everyone was just whispering about him in general. There were announcements going on without him noticing, and by the time he pushed his plate away he noticed. He heard something about…Capture the Flag.

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Iggy wandered around with his new found "friend", Percy Jackson, the next morning. The two seemed to hit it off during the campfire the previous night and Iggy seemed to relatively like Percy's company, along with Annabeth and Grover, that is.

"You seem…depressed," Percy pointed out randomly. Iggy shrugged.

"I miss Max," he said. He had already explained to him about his family. "Guess that's it. I miss traveling with them…" Percy awkwardly patted Iggy's shoulder and looked at the ground.

"Hey!" the two boys stopped and turned around, though Iggy found it useless to do so since he neither recognized the voice, nor could he see who it was. But he did hear Percy give a slight groan of distaste. Footsteps were waltzing their way over, and closely behind the looming person were several more, keeping their distance, but keeping up at the same time.

"Clarisse," Percy grumbled, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Iggy's ears perked, he remembered what Annabeth had told him about her. "What do you want?"

"Not to talk to you, that's for sure," she grumbled, looking at him. "I'm here to talk to new guy."

"It's Iggy," Iggy said sourly. "What?"

"You haven't gone through our initiation yet, have you?" Clarisse tilted her head to the side and put her hands on her hips. Iggy straightened and raised his eyebrows, frowning slightly as he thought about what she could mean.

"No…"

"Ah, then come with us!" Clarisse said, reaching out to grab his hand. Iggy, hearing the ground crunch under her as she moved and felt a slight prickle in the air near his hand as she reached out, he pulled away.

"No thanks, I'm not officially part of this camp," he said, turning away to walk to the dock with Percy again.

"Well, if you are here, you are," Clarisse said, grabbing his shoulder firmly. She had to reach pretty high, since Iggy was older and much taller than her. Being six foot something did come in handy once in a while.

Iggy slapped her hand away, and as an added reflex, pushed her away. Then he remembered that she wasn't an Eraser out to get him, and winced when he heard her fall to the ground…hard. She yelled out angrily as she landed in a dirt pile, stood up and stormed back up to Iggy. Now she resembled an angry Eraser…

"You fool!" she said angrily. "You do not want to get me angry!"

"I think it's a little too late for that…" Iggy mumbled, backing away and trying to avoid confrontation. Clarisse, out of anger, shoved him as hard as she could not even considering to go easy on him for being blind. For her, war is war. Iggy stumbled back and fell down, smacking his head on the ground. He heard Clarisse start to run over, but Percy grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

"Let go!" she yelled, grabbing his shirt and throwing him over to Iggy. As Iggy was just sitting up, Percy came crashing down on top of his, knocking the wind out of both of them.

"This has nothing to do with you, Jackson!" Clarisse growled. She stormed over and Iggy pushed Percy off. He got up quickly and just as he heard her footsteps come right to him, he moved to the side and punched her in the small of her back. Angrily, she punched him in the chest and stomach, and as he doubled over, kicked his back and he fell face first into the dirt. Gasping for breath, he sat up again and braced himself for Clarisse's next blow, which never came. Instead, Percy ran over and tackled Clarisse to the ground, and the group was attracting a crowed in no time. Percy and Clarisse were rolling around, punching, kicking, scratching and clawing. Iggy fell back to the ground as his arms gave out on him and just focused on letting the pain pass and getting his breath back.

"Alright, that's enough!" Chiron's voice caught Iggy's attention through the crowd's cheers. "Break it up! That's enough!" Without his knowing, Percy ended up lying on the ground, out of breath and bruised up pretty badly. Clarisse had ignored Chiron and was so into the fight that she ran over and kicked Iggy in the ribs. Iggy rolled over with a grunt of pain, and then yelled out as she stomped on his stomach.

Chiron had grabbed Clarisse and held her back before she could do anymore damage. Annabeth and Grover broke through the crowd. Annabeth ran over to the moaning Iggy and Grover to the groaning Percy.

"Are you ok?" Annabeth asked, looking at him. She turned and looked at Percy, then glared at Clarisse who had, by then, pulled away and was getting a lecture.

"Peachy…" Iggy moaned, sitting up. He had finally caught his breath and had his hand groping around for Annabeth. She grabbed his arm and helped him to his feet. "Ow!" he groaned. Percy got up and moved over to Iggy.

"You ok?" he asked. Blinking, Iggy looked in his direction blankly.

"What do you think?" he grumbled.

"You two should go clean off, you look pretty bad," Chiron said, coming from nowhere. Iggy nodded and let Percy lead him somewhere they could clean off.

"I have to say, I'm surprised." Iggy turned his head slightly towards Percy.

"Oh? 'Bout what?" he asked, lowering his eyebrows with a frown. Percy looked at him.

"Just…that you could fight back a bit," Percy did sound impressed, but he instantly regretted it when he saw the offended look on Iggy's face.

"What? Just because I'm blind means that I can't fight?" Iggy asked. "I can cook, too," he added with a snicker. Percy thought he was joking. "Oh, and fix broken bones…kind of…"

"Can you really cook?" Percy asked incredulously. Iggy nodded, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "How?"

"I don't know, just can." Percy looked impressed. "Hmm…by the sound of your voice, I'd say you got a broken nose from that Clarisse girl?"

"Yeah…" Percy lifted his hand and felt his nose, feeling how it bent and wiped the gooey blood off his face. Iggy stopped for a moment, thinking something over.

"I can fix that," Iggy then said, walking a bit faster to catch up to the still walking Percy. "Come here." Percy obediently stopped and faced him.

Iggy reached out his hand, Percy helped his hand find his nose. Fingering it slightly, Iggy got a firm grip on it and with his other hand smacked it. Yelping as his nose snapped back into place, Percy pushed Iggy's hand off his face and felt the nose himself. After a minute of silence, Percy's surprised and pained look was replaced with wonder.

"How did you…?" Percy looked at Iggy's grinning face and saw him shrug.

"Just know how to do it," he stated. "Where do we go to "clean up"?"

"Over here," Percy grinned, leading him away.

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Iggy dreamed again. This time, although it was the same, was worse.

Iggy sat on the tree branch, watching his flock flying. But this time they were flying differently than the last dream. Max was flying in circles high above the others, her wings scrapping the bottom of the clouds. Fang, in all his dark glory, was flying low to the ground, his stomach almost dragging on the grass and dirt. Gazzy was a little higher than Fang, flying counter clockwise while Fang flew clockwise. Angel was way off to the side swooping down over a small pond, then flying high and diving down again in big swoops. Nudge flew a little lower than Max. Iggy watched, his eyes darting from winged kid to winged kid. He kept an eye on the sky, and just when the slightest hints of it growing darker he flew out of the tree, much before Nudge would call out to him.

"Fang!" he yelled. Fang looked up, startled, and as Iggy closed in Fang snapped his wings in and sank down, right through the ground. Iggy slammed into the ground, got to his feet and pushed off, aiming for Gazzy. Even if he didn't call out Gazzy's name, he still caught his attention. Gazzy looked over as Iggy flew towards him, and just simply disappeared. Iggy rushed to Angel. She grinned at him, then frowned as she flew away, disappearing after flapping a few feet to her left. Iggy looked up at Max and Nudge, Max was watching him, hovering in place. His eyes widened as he saw her grin at him, shrug, and fly upwards without a second thought. Like she was just…abandoning them…abandoning him.

Nudge was waving at him, and as he came closer, flying half-heartedly, she met him halfway and extended her hand. "Max dropped this, she said it's for you," she said, tossing it to Iggy. And just as Iggy caught it, he glanced back up at the eleven year old and saw that she was gone. He looked down at the feather in his hand, Max's feather, which was bent into an odd shape…like a lightening bolt.

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"Nudge!" Iggy gasped, sitting upright quickly and found himself in the dark once more. He also found his hand connected to somebody's face.

"Ow…more like punch." Iggy flinched, looking embarrassed when he realized in his wild flail that he punched Luke in the nose.

"Oops, sorry," he grimaced.

"Meh, I've had worse. C'mon, time for breakfast." Iggy, out of trying to be polite, grabbed the hand Luke offered and let him hoist him up. Iggy cracked his neck and sighed, and waited for Luke to say something. "Uh…what's in your hand?" Iggy realized his hand was clamped tightly around something soft and a bit warm. Only then did the colors of it flash in his mind, brown with white speckles. Max's feather. He tightened his grip on it for a moment, then held it out and showed Luke.

"A feather?" Luke tried to grab it but Iggy just wrapped his fingers around it again.

"What…" Iggy paused. "What shape is it?" he unfurled his fingers and showed it to him again. This time he let him grab it. Luke took it gingerly, and looked at it from every angle before handing it back. Iggy snatched it from him.

"Kind of looks like a…uh, a lightening bolt."

Iggy then took the opportunity to run clumsily out of the cabin, ignoring everyone else in pure – for lack of a better word – blind panic. "Chiron!" he called out, his name being the first thing to pop in his head. "CHIRON!" A hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back quickly, and Iggy – being in a slightly panicked state – shoved whoever grabbed him away and just kept running. He could just tell by the size and grip of the hand that it wasn't who he was looking for.

"Iggy!" Annabeth. Oh crap, Iggy thought. He stopped, spun around and called out to her.

"Annabeth, its kind of an emergency!" he said bluntly, and then turned around again.

"Hey, where are you –?" Iggy ran passed Grover and he heard him bleat out in surprise as he rushed past.

"Chiron!" Iggy tripped and fell face first in the grass. Annabeth and Grover caught up and helped him to his feet. Groaning, Iggy thanked them.

"What's going on, Iggy?"

"Where's Chiron?" Iggy insisted.

"What's wrong?" Annabeth pestered. Reluctantly, Iggy held out his hand with the feather and showed it, but refused to let them touch it.

"A feather?" Grover asked, looking at his hand and sniffing the air slightly. Annabeth didn't say anything, keeping her lips pursed tightly in her attempt not to ruin Iggy's secret. "Huh, it looks like a lightening bolt!" Annabeth looked over, fascination spreading over her face. She looked up at Iggy's face and noticed how pale it was.

"Where did you get that, Iggy?" Annabeth asked quietly. Iggy swallowed dryly, took a deep breath and said:

"From…Max…" Annabeth's eyes widened. "In my dream…Nudge gave me it in my dream; she said it was from Max."

Heh…uh, review please! oh, and a note to all other…uh…crazed reviewers, I already have about 31 pages written, and I have a good start, so I'm good on the suggestions. If I need inspiration, I will in fact let you know. So please, just relax…