A/N: So, did'ya enjoy? I pray and hope so. By the way: TGIF! (Stands for 'Thank GOD it's Friday.) I think we can all conquer with that. Disclaimer, time!

Me: Okay. Still keepin' it short, we just have a surprise guest. Here comes our co-author, Di Angelo Grace Jackson321! *claps hands*

Di: Hey, everyone. Sanity. Girls. Glen.

Me: Would'ya do us a favor, and do the disclaimer, please?

Di: Totally. Future and I -sadly- don't own a thing. We certainly wish we did, but we don't. I own Glen and Zena and Ruby, but that's all, and Future owns...her, um, interesting cast of OC's, and Sanity.

Me: Perfect, Di!

Di: Thanks. On to the chapter!

They hardly had time to look at any scenery. Before they knew it they saw Glen and that other guy handing Zena off to some...horse manthing. Zirk stared in awe. "Oh. Holy. Crap. Please tell me ya'll saw that!" She pointed, watching as the horse man turned, walking back inside this, three or four story sky blue house. It had a wicked porch, a wrap around, but that hardly mattered. At least for that moment.

Zeph had her arms over her tiny chest. She was extremely, extremely pived. She became even more so when Glen started making his way back over. "Give me an-" She started, but Glen interupted her.

"I know." He said. "You all deserve an explanation. I promise, I will. Any one hungry?"

"Ugh! Okay, first of, naw chiz! You deserve us an explanation more than any freakin' thing! And, second, you're worried about hackin' food at a time like this! I mean, Zena is dying. I wanna see her right now, or so help me-" Zirk was on a roll, but Zember slapped her hand over her mouth. She yanked it off. "What the freak, Zember! I was just in the middle of a good ra-" Zemeber did it again, and put her motuh close to Zirk's ear.

"Zirklyn Aniah Towne. Stop talking, okay? Give him a chance to speak. Now." Her words were tense, calm, and frightning all at once. Zirk's pupils became smaller, and she nodded, not speaking a word after that. Who knew Zember could have that effect on people?

"Whatev." Zephanie said, already marching back to the silver Honda.

"Talk about totally out of char-ac-ter." Zirk said dramatically, the first words she'd uttered without ranting.

"Yeah. C'mon, Zirk. Let's go." Zember took her best friend's arm, and lead her away. Glen shook his head. What have I done? he thought, following behind the girls. When they got to the car and were all seated, he asked again:

"So, where do you girls want to eat? My treat."

"Your treat!" Zirk shrieked. She opened her mouth to say more, but stopped when Zember shot her a look.

"Just take us somewhere. It doesn't even mater. The closest place, please." Zeph could hardly believe her ownself. Like, she sounded like Zirk when Zirk had a bad day. Coherent. Non-chalant. Short spoken.

"Stop at Burger King, Glen." Zember said, trying her best to keep her patience. It was wearing thin.

He pulled into an empty parking space, and got out. The girls followed, staying close together. Zirk was constantly going through killing plans incase she needed to force info from Glen. Zember was replaying the chain of events that had happened that night. It didn't add up, she decided. Where was the anwer? She was missing that one puzzle piece, the piece that gave her the big picture. What was it? Zeph was using everything in her power to not scream in frustration. Why did this always happen? Why her friends? Why her family? It was always her's? Everything. It was always her's. Why couldn't it be someone else's?

They walked in, being instantly hit by freid food smell. Even though it was intising, the girls didn't want it. It wasn't important. So, instead, they turned and walked to a table. Sitting down, they stared off into space.

Glen arrived a couple of minutes later, toting sodas. He put a coke in front of Zirk, making her almost smile with delight, a sprite for Zember, and an orange Fanta for Zephanie. He sat down across from them, having a Dr. Pepper.

"Where's that explination?" Zirk growled, folding her arms across her chest, then taking a sip of her coke.

"It's coming. It may surprise you." Glen frowned, as if wishing he could take it back.

"And this may surprise you: We don't care." Zeph wanted to jump across the table and strangle Glen right about now. "Just spill the freakin' beans, already!"

"Well," he started, "you guys, as I said before, aren't who you think you are. You're apart of something much bigger." He paused for a second, waiting for a look of reaction. He didn't get one, so he continued. "And, this bigger thing, is frankly, kind of scary. You're not going to believe me when I tell you."

"I think we'll pretty much believe anything after this crazy day. Even if you told us gas was down to a quarter a gallon." Zember said, become irritated.

"Okay, okay. Here it goes. Are you sure you wa-"

"Stop stalling and answer the freakin' question!" Zirk hissed, and Glen swallowed.

"You guys are daughter's of the gods." He spat out really quick.

"Say what?" Zirk asked, nearly spewing coke. "As in, the gods and goddesses of Mt. Olympus?" Glen nodded.

"You're joshin' us," Zember said, playing with her straw. "Aren't you?" Glen shook his head.

"Of course he's joshin' us! Why wouldn't he? He is a guy after all! We should've known he wouldn't tell us the truth!" Zeph was flamming. "I mean...ugh!" Shejumped up, reached over the table, grabbed Glen's shirt collar and yanked his face to her's. "I'm not ususally this hostile," she snarled, "but, tell me the truth now. Or, I will personally see to your death." Ice cold words made Glen real shaky, but he still looked back with a harsh glare in his eyes.

"And I'm not a liar." He said, keeping his voice level. "That was the truth. The wholetruth. You guys are demigods. Except for Zeph. She's like me."

"And that means...?" Zirk asked, twirling her hand around in a circle.

"She's a satyr." He whispered, and Zeph let go of his shirt.

"What's that?" She asked, her voice now a normal, insecure, Zephanie-like tone.

He grinned a bit, then looked down at his feet. "We're pretty cool," he said. "We come with goat butts, hooves, and, of course, the pes ta resistance," he took off the 'Roll-Tide' cap he always wore, and showed them some...things protruding from his mounds of curly hair."Horns."

Zeph immediately reached up, and felt for her tiny horns that was hidden beneath her straight black hair. "How did you know about that?" She asked, feeling her cheeks flush as her friends stared at her.

"Remember back at Ms. Forten's house, when I handed you your pipes, and told you I'd had them since you were a baby? Zeph, I was there when you were born. You were such an adorable baby. I know everything about each of you. Like, Zemb can control water, and Zirk has a howl that makes the ground brake. Basically like earthquake power. Zena can smell storms and make lightning strike down. Zeen's a wicked knife fighter, and Zember's amazing with her sword. Zirk and her bow and arrows could never be beat. Zeph, the way you played those pipes was just mind blowing, You were a natural." He took a breath before continuing. "Zirk's mom died in 2006, in a car wreak, and she's been living with the butt hole from Hades for five years now. Zember's Aunt Susie watches her every other weekend, while her Mom is away at some lawyer-meeting type thing. Zeph was adopted by Delancie Middleton when she was three months old. They currently live in a condo on the Upper East Side. As you can see, I know more about you than you know yourselves."

They stared, mouths agape.

"And, of course, there's the whole delimma with your dads." Glen added, taking another casual sip of his drink.

"What about our dads?" Zirk asked. For the first time she was actually intrigued.

"Oh, you know, the usual. Being gods and stuff really means no time for kids."

Zirk snorted. "Our dads are gods. That makes perfect sence! I always knew I got my insaneness from some where."

"I'm not believing this!" Zember said quietly.

"You've seriously lost it, dude." Zephanie gazed at Glen's blue eyes.

"Who's up for driving Glen to an insane-aside?" Zirk asked, laughing as she did.

"It's the truth!" Glen insisted, watching helplessly as they laughed. "If you don't believe me, I can get someone else to tell you too!"

"Oh yeah?" Zeph asked. "Who?"

"Ms. Forten."

"Her? What does Ms. F have to do with any of this?" Zirk asked, her face still flushed from laughter.

"More than you realize," Glen slumped.

"Well, fine then." Zember stood up. "I want her to tell us. I want another person to tell me. At least I know Ms. Forten's never lied." She eyed Glen, who started to get defensive, but changed his mind.

"Let's go," Glen said reluctantly, standing up to leave. "But we need to hurry. I've got other matters to take care of." The girls started to follow when Zirk said:

"Wait a minute!"

"What now?" Glen groaned, and looked over at the still lounging Zirk.

"We're not leaving," she yanked her friends back down into their seats, "unless you agree to something."

"What is it?" Glen rolled his eyes.

"We have to meet Ms. Forten at that place you took Zena." She said, using her best persuading, con-man voice. "Or we'll just run off. The your "other matters" will never get done."

"But I've got higher authority to answer to!" Glen growled.

"Yeah? I've got a best friend dying. Something tells me, I've out numbered you one to three!" Zirk smirked triumphantly. Glen scowled.

"Fine, fine. If it'll get your butt moving, I'll agree to anything." He literally stomped out the front door. The girls this time followed, Zirk still smirking, Zeph still growling and wanting to yell in frustration, and Zember still trying to figure it all out.

They're dads were gods? The Olympians? How could that be? Why them? What had they done to deserve this?

No one ever deserves it, Zember,

What was that! I'm okay, I'm okay. I didn't just hear a voice that wasn't mine. No, no, that was just me, sounding manly and like a fisherman. That's all it was. All it was. Zember was freaking out now. What had that been?

They made it to Ruby's house about thirty minutes later. Glen pulled the silver Honda up the drive way, and parked it in front of the house, then led the girls inside. As soon as they walked in, they were engulfed in Ruby's arms. "Thank God, you guys are back!" She said, moving a streak of blonde hair from in front of her face. She seemed to forget Zena wasn't there. Or had she? Ruby smiled, but instead of getting smiles back, she got distraught, confused, searching for answers faces. Ruby turned to Glen, stared him straight in the eye, and said, "They know, don't they?" Glen nodded, then solemly replied:

"They say they won't go to where I need them to go unless you come with us to Camp Half-Blood. They want you to explain, tell them like I told them." She just nodded, and not looking happy, ushered them out to the car...again.

Once they were all seated, and headed for Camp Half-Blood, Ruby turned on the radio. 102.5, thier favorite station. Hey, who said New Yorkers couldn't like country music? It was Best Song Ever by Katie Armiger.

The girls looked at each other, and then started to sing with the song. They agreed that they sounded horrible, but sang anyways.

"Yeah, it said that we'd always be together, such a perfect fairytale that you would never...kiss my best friend, kill my innocense...your gonna love me for-ev-er, according to this song, according to the best song ever!" They smiled and laughed, knowing they would sound so much better if Zena was there. Zena. That made them all stop still in their tracks.

"Are we getting to this "Camp Half-Blood" anytime soon?" Zirk asked, putting quotes around 'Camp Half-Blood'. She had a bored expression on her face, which clearly stated she was upset. She looked at her shoes -black combat boots, completely covered with mud. "Janky falls." She muttered, referring to Dark Night's Fall.

"Yes, Zirk, we'll be there...in a minute or so." Glen said through clenched teeth.

A minute passed.

"We're not there!" Zirk said annoyingly.

"I said 'a minute or so'."

"So? Well, you said a minute. That's what's so." Glen grumbled, making Zirk smile like a chesire cat. A devious grin, in other words. She estimated that 'so' meant about two minutes. She gave him two 'so's before saying: "We're still not there!" Glen slapped his hand against his forehead. She waited another two 'so's. "We're-"

"Here!" Glen shouted. "Thank Zeus." He stopped the Honda at the crest of the hill. They heard thunder rumble in the sky. Glen got out, and so did the others. As soon as they did so, it started pouring rain.

You know what Zember felt was unfair? She was the only one who hadn't gotten to flip out. She figured now it was her turn. "God!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, starting to jump around. "Can! It! Get! Any! FREAKIN! Worse!"

"Yes-" Zirk started, but Zember interrupted her.

"I don't have time for your mouth right now, Aniah." She used Zirk's middle name, which told Zirk to back off. Zember never used her middle name unless she was really, really, really pived. "It's just...it's just...just ugh! I need something to snap right now!" Zirk gave her a pencil which she just happened to have in her pocket. She snapped it in a millisecond. "Anything else?" She resisted the urge to growl. When Zirk and Zeph both shook their heads, she stomped some more, and then turned to go up the hill, rain and tears dripping from her cheeks.

"Think we should follow?" Zirk asked. Zephanie nodded, then gestured for Glen and Ruby to come. They walked slowly behind them. Zember was on top of the hill, now motionless, taking in everything she saw.

"Wow," she muttered, looking at it. "Look at those cabins." She pointed.

"Greek omega." Glen said, gazing out there with her.

"Whoa!" Exclaimed Zirk. "Tell me that's a climbing wall with lava!" Glen nodded, and Zirk nearly squealed with joy. "Falling rocks, too?" She asked. Glen nodded again, and Zirk jumped up and down. "I call it first! I call the Flaming Wall of Torture first!" She held her hand up in the air, calling 'dibs'.

"Can we just get on with the 'Tell-all', please?" Zeph asked.

"What? Oh...yeah. Uh, okay." Zirk was realitively dissapointed for a second, then regained her ground. "Where to?"

"The Big House," Glen said, pointing to it. "Chiron's office, more than likely."

"Okay?" Zirk shrugged, then walked down the other side, grabbing Zember's arm as she did so. Zeph went, followed by Glen. All that was left was Ruby, but when she tried, it felt as if a force-field was pushing her back.

"Hey, Glen!" She called. He turned. "A little help?" Glen slapped his forehead, then said:

"I, Glen Ridder, satyr, give Ruby Forten permission to enter camp." She could walk through after that.

"Thanks." She said.

"No prob. Now, off to the Big House."

They stood in awe of Chiron's office. They stood in awe of Chiron. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! This is so totally AWESOME! Holy flippin' fladoodles, is everyone seeing this?" Zirk, of course, was the first one to speak. She was gesturing wildly at Chiron, who just stood there, in amazementt at this development as well.

"Calm down, child," he said, staring wide-eyed at Zirk. So energetic, he noted, and yet blissfully confused. Well, isn't that something?

"How can I?" Zirk practically shouted. "I'm standing in front of a centaur! A famous one, at that!"

Chiron knit his eyebrows, looking at Glen. He shrugged, not knowing what to say. "Uh, um, what's your name, dear?" Chiron asked.

"Zirk." She said happily. "Well, actually it's Zirklyn Aniah Towne, with an 'e' on the end, but I really don't like that name, and there was no way I was going to take the guardian from Hades' last name, so I ust kept this one. So, call me Zirk." She spat it off in fifteen seconds.

A new record, Zember thought, watching with pleasure as Zirk did all the talking.

"O-kay?" He cleared his throat. "And, you," he asked Zember.

"Zember Ailynn Knight." She said, not exactly slow, but not exactly fast.

He smiled, a nice, calming smile. Zember stared into his ancient brown eyes, which looked thousands of years old. "Thank you," he said. "You?" He asked Zeph.

"Zephanie Miranda Middleton." She smiled back at him, before frowning and saying: "You do have Zena's name, don't you?" She didn't know why she did, it ust occured to her.

He nodded. Then he looked at Ruby. "What is it they want, Ruby?"

"The truth." It was barely over a whisper, but in the silence of the tiny room, they could hear it. And there, right then, she let it all loose. She said she knew they were demigods, and that she knew who Zena's real father was. She told them that she knew who their parents were, and that Zeph and Glen were satyrs. She could see through the Mist, and had been fearful of their lives since they had met.

"Okay, okay, time-out!" Zirk said, making the international 'time-out' sign. "First off, what in the crap is the 'Mist'? Second, who's Zeen's dad? Third, who are our dads, and fourth, how come we didn't know about all of...of...this?"

"Well," Chiron said, "the Mist is like a magical veil. It keeps humans from seeing things in the gods and goddesses world. Such as your weapons, or any magical items."

Zember nodded. "Second?"

"Zeus," Ruby muttered. "Her father was Zeus." Everyone, including Chiron, was taken aback.

"One of the Big Three?" Chiron murmured, llooking appalled. "He broke the pact...again."

"Again?" Glen asked. "Who's again?"

"Abby. Abby Richardson. His other daughter."

"Oh, yeah, her,"

"Hold the phone!" Zephanie shouted. "Another two questions to add to the list! Fifth, who and/or what are the 'Big Three'? And, sixth, what freakin' pact?"

"Answer third, now, please," Zirk said, still slumping in her chair. This sure is a lot of crap to take in, she thought.

It only gets worse, Zirk.

Whoa! What was that? A voice in her head? Impossible. She didn't think of it after that.

"Please welcome Zember, daughter of Poseidon, and Zirk, daughter of Hades." Chiron said.

The girls leaned back, eyes wide, and then looked at each other. "No. Hackin'. Way." Zirk said.

"My dad's...Po...Po...Po..." Zember couldn't even say it, she was that stunned.

Zeph gulped. "Next, please."

"You weren't allowed to know this because it would've put you in even more danger. It's, in fact, very surprising that you haven't been attacked before tonight." Chiron said

"And this is because...?" Zirk asked, starting to come to terms with this.

"Your scent."

"Hey!" Zirk shouted defensively. "Look. I know I might not bathe everyday, but I don't have a scent!"

Chiron shook his head. "Not that kind of scent." He said. "As in, how monsters trace you. It's how you were found. Every demigod has one." He got silence in return.

"Fifth?" Zember asked.

"The Big Three," Chiron said, "are the brothers Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. I can also include number six in this. The pact was made after WWII, which was basically a battle between each of the brothers' sons and daughters. Every since, they swore on the River Styx to never again have children. Obviously, the gods have broken this...again."

"Well, who's the other Poseidon child?" Zember asked.

"Percy. Perseus Jackson. He was the first one that Poseidon had."

"And the other Zeus kid?" Zirk asked.

"There are two, actually. You have Abby, and then you have Thalia, who joined the Hunters of Artemis."

"Whoa. What about Hades?" Zirk was standing now, searching for answers harder than ever before.

"Nico. Nico di Angelo."

"This is all too much! ALL TOO MUCH!" She hollered.

Just then, there was a knock on the door frame, and a groggy looking Zena stood in it. "Chiron," she mumbled, seeming as if she were about to fall in the floor. "Mr. D said my Mom was here. Where is...she?"

"Over here, sweetie," she waved tiny, and Zena smiled. Then she saw her friends.

"Hey, guys." Zena's voice was weak, but sounded happy. "They have this stuff here. It's like pudding, except it tastes like popcorn. And then...this...this, like, applejuice, except it tastes like Mom's homemade macaroni. It's awesome."

They looked up at her, then stood, and went over to hug her.

"We just got some of the wierdest news, man," Zirk said, letting go. "We're realted to-"

"The gods," Zena finished. "I know. Crazy, right? Who would'a thunk that my dad was..." she snorted. "Zeus?"

Zember smiled. "Not many."

"Not many at all." Zeph said.

"Well, girls, I hate to break up your reunion," Glen said, standing. "But, I need to get you settled in your cabins. Plenty of room-mates to meet." He rubbed his hands together, then led them out the door, the girls hugging the whole time.