After hours of training and games, everyone sat together for dinner. Monday couldn't help but be curious about that girl. "What's on your mind?" Grover asked. Monday looked up, not noticing that she had been pushing her food around on her plate instead of eating. "Oh, well this little girl was talking to me while Othello and I were in the shooting range," she answered.

"What kind of questions?" Annabeth curiously asked.

"Well, she asked me if I am a daughter of Artemis and then she asked me my age. After that she walked away," Monday answered. Grover stared off into open space with a grin on his face until Percy elbowed him, bringing him back into the conversation. "Oh! Sorry about that. I was just trying to remember the last time I saw Artemis," he said. Annabeth shook her head and turned to Monday. "Sounds like a Hunter," she stated.

"A Hunter?" Monday questioned.

"The Hunters of Artemis are a group of girls who choose immortality over love. I've seen them usually lurk around the shooting range. Those girls kind of annoy me," Othello muttered.

"Sure immortality is tempting but I've always believed love is something worth fighting for and makes someone stronger. Just knowing that the one I love is by my side would make me feel like I can do anything," Monday said. Othello scoffed quietly and took a drink. "Might want to keep her away from the sons of Eros," he added.

"I hate them! They are so full of themselves and they have this bad habit of using their charms to their advantage," Annabeth said in disgust. Monday chuckled at Annabeth's reaction and then glanced at the sky, realizing that the sun is setting. "I need to go! My sister is going to be waking up soon and I want to be at her side," she paused to stand up. "Excuse me!" Monday fled to mess hall to the hut her and her sister shared.

Leila opened her groggy eyes and rolled over to find herself in a dark, empty room. "Monday?" she called out. She brushed her long, silky hair off her shoulders as she sat up on her bed. "Monday?" she called again. Still no answer. Thinking that her sister had gone exploring, she slipped on her knee-high, black suede granny boots and laced them with the new silver laces she put on them. Then she smoothed out her black summer dress with her hands. "Excuse me? Daughter of Nyx?" someone called from the front of the hut. Leila walked towards the hut opening to see a boy about her age, holding a lit candle. "Yes?" she answered as she stared into his hypnotizing blue eyes.

"I was told to come get you for the special training group for us demi-gods who are nocturnal. I am Pharos, son of Thanatos, God of Death," the boy replied.

"God of Death?!" Leila questioned. Pharos slowly nodded his head. "My mother was some mortal who was obsessed with death and the occult. She died soon after my birth, leaving me an orphan. My father had sent a gorgon to raise me. She had made herself look like a pretty woman who always wore sunglasses," he explained. "Now, please, follow me." The boy turned around and began to walk down the wooden path.