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The sun had gone down. Wylie, on border patrol, knelt on the second tallest hill. She shared a glance with her partner, a daughter of Iris. The girl was perched in a tree, bow and arrow at the ready. Suddenly, a loud BOOM! echoed through the camp. Wylie raised her eyes to the clouds.

"That's not right," She murmured. "It was perfectly clear fourty-five seconds ago..." Her eyes widened.

"Ruby, get me a report, now!" She yelled.

"Group of four, coming fast!"

"Pursuers?" Ruby nearly fell out of the tree as she screamed,

"H-holy crapity crap crap!" Wylie scowled.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I know that monster. Could you elaborate?" Ruby landed on her feet next to the sarcastic daughter of the sea. It had started to rain. She waved her hand, and a small window of light unfolded in front of them. What Wylie saw closed up her throat.

"Definitly crapity crap crap worthy," She whispered. "What did they ever do?" Leading the group was a satyr with curly red hair and a rasta cap. Behind him was a tall black haired girl holding a shield torwards the ground. Bands and buttons alike rattled on her arms and coat as she ran. Though it was hard to tell, her eyes seemed to be a bright blue, almost sparking. A boy with sandy blonde hair tugged a smaller blond girl along by the hand. Following them was the largest conagration of monsters Wylie had ever seen. A lightning bolt shot to the ground.

"Zeus?!" Ruby shrieked, before her eyes rolled up into her head. She sunk to the ground. Wylie cursed, but only a few seconds had passed when the child of Iris jerked awake again.

"Go get help," Wylie commanded her. "I'm going to help."

"By yourself?!"

"Not if you go get help." Her companion fled down the hill as rain started to pour, flattening Wylie's unruly bangs to her forehead. Fingers curled around familier leather grips. She let strength from the rain fill her body, then ran. Jumping up, she ricacheyed off a tree branch, lanching herself into the fray.

Wylie landed on the back of a hellhound, dragging her daggers through its flesh. It burst into golden dust and she fell flat on her back. Wylie pushed herself to her feet. She frowned, scanning the horde for the other half-bloods. A scream sounded.

"Found them." She muttered. Wylie ran torwads the sound, but she was too late. While the satyr and other two half-bloods had passed the borders, the daughter of Zeus fell to the horde. As her body fell, the girl was transformed into a large pine tree, standing erect on the hill.

Gabby awoke. Sitting up, she looked around. She was seated in a comfterable lawn chair, feet and back propped up on pillows. She swung her legs over the side. A tanned hand shot out and gripped her knee, making her head snap upwards. A tall, black haired girl sat next to her.

"Did I make it?" Gabby asked. The blond girl's voice suprised Wylie. It had an odd, sing song sound to it, even though it was horse and strained.

"To Camp, or out alive?"

"Both." Wylie smiled, softly answering a few seconds later.

"Yes." The black haired girl resumed staring into the distance. Gabby frowned, asking her if she was okay. She shook herself, than nodded, saying,

"Yes. I'm sorry, I'm Wylie." Gabby shook the offered hand.

"My name's Gabouray, but Gabby for short." Wylie nodded and smiled fully, though it still seemed tinged with saddness. She must have noticed Gabby's concern, for she pointed over the hills and embarked on an explanation.

"Yesterday, the night before you arrived, three other half-bloods and a satyr came over that hill. One was a daughter of Zeus. She and her companions were closely persued by an enormous horde of monsters. There was no way they would made it, and I presume she realized that. She scarificed herself to allow the others to reach safety. Her father transformed her into that pine tree there. Our borders have grown noticeably stronger already, but it has put me into a...pensive mood." Gabby knew her mouth was open. To be that selfless, to have friends that close...She had always strived for it, even more since discovering her heritage...

"GABBY!" Wylie's shout brought her out of her musings.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry. Just thinking."

"It's hard not to, when one hears that story." Wylie offered her a hand. Gabby took it, then yelp as she was yanked to her feet with suprising strength.

"Come on," The green eyed girl said, "Let's take you on a tour."

Gabouray and Wylie soon became attached at the hip. The latter was immeadiently revealed to be a daughter of Apollo, and turned out to be a horrible prankster. The two girls and Lee were partners in crime before even half a year had passed. Between moments, Wylie occasionlly found time to reflect on how grateful she was to be as lucky as she was. So it was in one of these moments, sitting on a hill with Lee and Gabby, that a bird landed on her head. Wylie yelped, toppling backwards. The bird sqawked angrily and flapped into the air. The other two heard prompt cursing from the bottom of the hill.

"Wow, Wylie" Gabby called down, smirking. "You might want to watch that mouth, Greek or not."

"Shut up, Goose Girl!" The miffed reply came. Gabby scowled at the nickname her friend had given her. Wylie came trudging back up the hill. The owl that startled her in the first place hooted balefully, glaring as much as a bird of prey could. Wylie sighed,

"You know, I never did anything to you. Or Athena." The owl nipped at her. "Alright, alright, fine."

"Uh, Wye?" Lee said. "It's got a letter for you." He was right. The avian held out a leg, strapped to which was a thick parchment envolope. Wylie took it carefully, then pulled out a small treat for the bird. It hopped closer and eventually snapped the treat up. Wylie laughed quietly.

"You're a barn owl, correct?" She asked softly. "You are a gorgous owl." The owl hooted again, but happily this time. Lee chuckled.

"When you're done trying to win over the bird, Wye." Both the daughter of Posiedon and the animal of Athena managed to look indignent.

"I was not!" The former cried. "I have always loved owls!" Her annoyed expression slipped into a pout. "Until I learned they hated me for no reason. Besides, this one is a beautiful avian." The owl nipped at her again, but gentler this time. Then, it flew off. Wylie hmphed and snatched the parchment letter back out of Lee's hand, looking it over. It was addressed in blue ink.

Ms. W. Potter

Leftmost Top Bunk

The 3rd Cabin

Long Island Sound

New York

"What the actual Hades?" Wylie asked. Lee laughed.

"Yeah, they seem to all be like that. Mine specified the bedroom. I knew one kid-"

"Can I get an explanation?" Wylie demanded. The address unnerved her badly. Perhaps it was because she had lived as a half-blood for nearly three years, but reciving a letter from an unknown place that named the bed she slept in was wracking her nerves badly. Seeming to sense her discomfort, Lee wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Hey," He whispered. "It's okay. The magic quill addresses them, not the staff. Its okay." Wylie pushed him away. Gabby was snickering. Lee shot her a glare, and she thankfully quieted. Wylie scowled.

"Alright, fine. Lets see what it says." She broke the large, elaborate seal, absentmindedly noting its design. She flipped it open.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

"What does it mean they await my owl?" Wylie asked, tilting her head slightly, though she was watching the owl.

(P.S.- I finally figured out how to do those cool little gray lines! Yay! Also, if you have any questions, send them in! I'm dying to talk about Wylie and her future!)