ns Shopping With Clarisse

In which I assault you all with Clarisse and Silena feelings (You've been warned)

Reviews: ParamoreYJ: Thanks, that seemed like a Percyish thing to say at the time.

JamesSonOfAthena: Thanks, and I'm not really sure yet. I haven't reread all of Lost Hero, and I've only written to the point where everyone's freaking out "THE DRAGON'S BACK!" I guess I'll have to consider that. (ugh. Thinking.)

Xxthe-time-thiefxX: Thanks so much. Here's a hug.

Pantomino Grey: Really, you have choir, jazz band and orchestra all in the same concert? I bet that's both awesome and chaotic at the same time.

Rasia867: Thanks, I've been trying my hardest not to copy anything. Oh, and on that, eventually, Reyna's going to remember the destruction of C.C's spa, and with it, Percy, though, by that time, she'll be friends with him, and will, like in canon, forgive him. I'm not sure about Annabeth, possibly she'll remember Thalia when someone mentions that Jason's last name is Grace. I haven't written that far ahead. *blushes*

Starsky1: Leo and Reyna will be getting together later on in the story (Leyna shipper as well) though Piper won't be third wheeled nearly as much as poor Leo was in canon, though she'll probably feel that way. *evil smile*

Sorry that this one came out later in the day, I was getting help from a friend for my algebra II test. (I really hate math.) And now, on to writing further ahead and editing the next chapter.

Oh yes, one last thing. If you have any questions about where I'm taking the story line, ideas, concerns or anything, just let me know with a review. Authors love reviews ;)

Piper's POV

Clarisse was actually pretty cool. She showed Piper the climbing wall, which had lava. Piper couldn't decide if that was amazing or terrifying. She showed her the pegasi, "the horses aren't my thing, but a good friend of mine loved them." Then the dining pavilion, which was sorted according to cabin, and finally, the cabins. There were 20, now.

"So which one's your godly parent, dad or mom?" she asked.

"My mom," she said, "I live with my dad, and he's definitely not a god."

"Oh," she said, her smile deflating a bit, "Secretly, I was kinda hoping you were a child of Ares. That doesn't mean I can't still help you with your weapon problem." Clarisse led her to a cabin painted blood red, with rock music blaring out of it, and a large boar's head on top.

"Come on!" Clarisse shouted over whatever heavy metal song was playing. Piper took a cautious step inside.

There were about twelve bunk beds, all messy, with armor and weapons scattered about. There were two doors at the end, one that led to a bathroom, and one that led to a closet full of weapons. Clarisse took out and handed Piper a gun so large she could barely lift it.

"No," she gasped, trying to keep from dropping it on her feet. Clarisse took it back and handed her a large sword. Piper could hold it, but it felt wrong in her hands. Clarisse took a spear, and handed it to her. The spear felt wrong as well. Clarisse's patience was starting to wear thin when a different weapon caught Piper's multicolored eye.

She asked, "Hey! Could I have that dagger?"

Clarisse picked up the dagger, and she scrutinized it. "You want this thing?" she asked, "Alright, none of us are ever going to use it, daggers aren't as, erm, effective as we normally like, but whatever you want." Piper ran her finger over the blade and found the inscription, "Katropis, looking glass." She looked deeper at the blade, and suddenly saw a vision from her dream. She yelped and dropped it on the ground.

"What's wrong?" asked Clarisse.

"Sorry," she said, "I just think that I want that dagger."

"Alright," said Clarisse, "Whatever you want. We should probably leave so I can show you the lake anyways."

The two walked to the lake, by the majestic looking cabins one and two.

"Whose cabins are these?" Piper asked, staring at them in astonishment.

"Zeus and Hera," said Clarisse, "No one lives in either of them."

"But does anyone ever go in?" asked Piper.

'No," said Clarisse.

"Someone does," she said, pointing out the footprint at the threshold of cabin, and she pushed open the door.

"Are you sure we should do this," asked Clarisse, "Hera might smite us or some shit like that."

"We're demigods," said Piper, shrugging, "It's our job to do dangerous shit, right?"

"I like you kid," said Clarisse, grinning, as she followed Piper into the cabin. There was an intimidating statue of the goddess that smiled in a way that Piper could have sworn was condescending. She didn't know why, but she felt like her dream had something to do with this cold, tomb of a cabin. Somehow, she just knew. There was girl on the ground with a dark shall covering her hair, and she was chanting something that sounded like a prayer.

"Rachel?" asked Clarisse.

The girl turned around, revealing a mat of curly red hair, a freckled face, and gleaming green eyes.

"Clarisse?" asked Rachel.

"Sorry to interrupt the reunion," said Piper, "But what are you doing barefoot in Hera's cabin?"

"Sorry," she said, standing up and introducing herself, "I'm Rachel Elizabeth Dare, the camp's oracle."

"So you can tell the future?" asked Piper.

"Kind of," Rachel said, "But it's more like the future hijacks my body every once in a while."

"Oh that's cool," she said, trying not to sound creeped out.

"That's fine," said Rachel with a friendly laugh, "I even find it kind of creepy, but I'm usually harmless."

"We should probably get going," said Piper, turning to leave the large, uninviting cabin, "But it was nice talking to you."

Rachel's body stiffened, and her eyes glowed green. She grabbed Piper by the shoulders.

"Free me," she said, in a voice that was not at all Rachel's. It sounded like a desperate old woman.

"Free me Piper Mclean, or the earth shall swallow us both. It must be by the solstice," it hissed. Clarisse tried to separate them, but Rachel had developed strength greater than that of the buff girl. The whole room was filling with a green smoke, and Piper was no longer sure if she was awake or dreaming.

"Our enemies stir. The fiery one is only the first. Bow to his will, and their king shall rise, damning us all. FREE ME!"

Piper's knees buckled and the world went black.

A.N: Piper's a surprisingly easy character for me to write, (I used to hate her, but I actually like her now). Now on to Leo, he's been the most difficult of the trio for me to write. Ugh Leo, I love you, why are you so hard to write?