A little girl was playing with a boy at Camp Half-Blood. She had curly blond hair and green-gray eyes. Literally. Her left eye was stormy gray and her right eye was blue-green. She was only eleven; one of the youngest in Camp. The boy had black hair and sea-green eyes. He was only nine years old. And he, like the girl, was a year rounder. Their parents were old-time friends, but they were both 'missing' or at least, that's what Chiron said.

"You lose, Percy!" the girl giggled. The boy went by the name of 'Percy', though his name was Dmitri. Chiron made a mistake when he had first came to Camp. He thought that Dmitri was Percy Jackson, because he'd thought that he looked so much like him, not to mention that he was also a son of Poseidon. It was a common mistake. After a small giggling fit from Dmitri, he told him that he wasn't Percy Jackson but that he'd gotten that a lot. Nonetheless, the nickname 'Percy' stuck with him.
"Don't I always lose? I blame 'Athena…" Percy mumbled and crossed his arms. As the boy pouted, the girl laughed and smiled.
"Percy, do you always have to be a sore-loser?" She smiled even wider as Percy nodded.
"Min, do you always have to be a sore-winner?" Percy stuck his tongue out at his friend. The girl laughed and hugged him.
"C'mon. Let's eat. I'm starved after beating you." The girl giggled and dragged Percy along to the pavilion. "And I can sit with the Poseidon cabin today, by the way. I finally talked Chiron into letting me switch from Athena to Poseidon every other day. That way you won't have to be alone!" Percy laughed at his friend's enthusiasm and got into line. "For Poseidon." He murmured. His friend said, "To Poseidon, Athena and my parents… where ever you are."
They both walked over to their table and talked. Percy was having three waffles for breakfast and some orange juice.
The two were talking as usual. Percy was nibbling on his waffle as his friend kept talking about her parents and other camp drama. Min was going on about how the Ares cabin had pranked the Apollo cabin again when the hall turned silent. A moment later, about nine people, all girls, came into the hall. They were all between the ages of ten and sixteen. They each wore jeans and silver jackets except for two people. There was a girl with black hair that was wearing a grey skirt and lavender top with a sparkling silver crown. The girl beside her, who looked about twelve, wore something like the other girl.

"Who…?" Percy began, but then he stopped himself. He knew who they were. They were the Hunters of Artemis.
The one leading the girls looked at Percy's friend for a moment, and then spoke up, her voice clear and sharp, "What is your name, young lady?" Percy looked at the girl. Her blue-green eyes were wide and filled with anxiety. For once, the little girl couldn't speak.

"M-Minerva Jackson, daughter of Percy and Annabeth Jackson. Granddaughter of Poseidon and Athena."

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Artemis nodded and looked over the girl. She whispered something to her Lieutenant, and then walked out of the pavilion. The other girls watched in silence as the goddess walked out, and then sat down at their table and started talking instantly. Some girls looked exhausted and about to pass out. Others looked like they'd rather be anywhere but in the Camp. Nobody could blame them, they never visited. Whenever they did, there was always some sort of fight.

There were some whispers from the Aphrodite cabin, most of the girls were looking over at the Hunters with looks of disgust on their faces, and then turned to join back into the gossip. Percy looked at Minerva with worry.

"Min, would you ever join the Hunters?" he whispered.
"Never. I couldn't…" Minerva trailed off. Immortality did sound nice, now that she thought about it, to spend time with a goddess 24/7and to talk to Aunty Thalia every day and ask her about her parents. Then again… she would have to leave her friends that she's known since she was seven. She couldn't leave them. She couldn't leave Mr. Serious Percy or Ferd the Satyr ever. As much as she likes taking adventures, she couldn't bear the thought of killing anything- monster or human. Minerva looked around and spotted the black hair of someone she recognized.

"Percy, I'll be right back…okay?" She smiled and then ran off to talk to Thalia. "Thalia!"

Thalia looked up and said, "Long time no see, Min. What's up?" She smiled, but for once she didn't look happy to see her.

"Oh, you know, the normal Camp Half-Blood stuff, guy problems. The Apollo cabin got mad at me because…you know. I like suck at archery." The other girls at the table giggled. "What? Did I say something?" She looked innocently at the girls. "Anyways, why are you guys here?"

Thalia told Minerva the story about Phoebe and Opal. The eleven year old nodded and then hugged Thalia. In her eyes, Thalia was like a big sister to her. She loved Thalia almost as much as her parents, because nobody could top her parents. She loved her even more because Thalia had actually known her parents. She really liked her for that.
"Thalia, are you staying longer than two days? I really, really miss you. And I need to ask you something important," Minerva said. She looked at the faces of the Hunters and recognized almost every one; all except for two. She guessed they were Delany and Victoria. She smiled at them, but they didn't smile back. Victoria stared at her food blankly. It looked untouched. Delany looked like she was about to fall asleep. Neither of the two girls looked at the younger girl.
"Actually, Min, I think we may be staying much longer than two days. At least until Opal and Phoebe are found." Minerva nodded and walked away.

"You know Phoebe and Opal, right Percy?" Minerva said as she slid next to Percy.

"Yes. I also remember Artemis." He trembled at the thought of jackalopes. He had had a bad history with Artemis, and, well. Let's just say that she wasn't quite so fond of him and that he had made her mad…once. Just once. "Bad times…I can still feel the fur." He murmured to himself. Minerva laughed.

"Come on, it wasn't that bad! You made a cute jackalope." She giggled. "Yeah…uh. Back to the story about Phoebe and Opal. They got taken by Kronos. That's why the Hunters are here. So that means we get to endure Artemis till they're found!"

Percy groaned, but really he was thinking of possibilities- If Kronos was back would there be a third war against the Titans and would they win? The camp had gone down during the thirty years and there was no reason behind this. It could be because the gods haven't been to earth as much, but that made no difference. Monsters weren't attacking as often. Camp protection had gone down and the campers would be really unprepared. For all they knew, the whole demigod race could demolish after this war. That is, if it actually happened.

Suddenly, Percy got up and walked away from his breakfast. Minerva sat there and watched him walk away. It took a few moments, but she caught up to him.
"Hey, Mr. Serious, Why are you in such a hurry? You just bolted out of there. Why?" Minerva said as she caught her breath. Boy was he fast.

"It's Kronos. The fact that you said…that you said he was back," he turned away from her, "there will be another war, Min. If he was able to take two fully trained Hunters, then who knows what will happen… Minerva. Thirty-five years ago, your parents fought in the second Titan war. Both of our parents did, you know that. Forty demigods came to fight; only about ten came back alive. Minerva, I'm younger than you, and even I understand. There aren't many campers here anymore, Min. Each of the cabins has a minimum of five are in each. The cabin with the most has about fourteen in it. It's terrifying if you think about it. We cannot take this lightly. I know that we're young, but we should be ready. And we're not. We need to talk about this to Chiron. He may know about this, who knows what the trees've said. But you can never be too careful, right Min? Are you coming or not?"

The girl nodded her head and waited for her friend to start walking. She didn't want to go in alone. The Big House had always scared her. It was smelly- it smelled like rotten grapes. Percy moved on and she followed beside him in silence. It was the longest walk to the Big House she had ever taken.

Hello Hello again! Long time no see, sorrryy!

I have the next chapter ready, but I'm going to make some tweaks. I'll probably have it up by tomorrow.

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