May I say that as of right now I fail at openings? Welp, I do. Miserably. Anyway, Frank, will you do the disclaimer?

Frank: Uh, sure. Lynn doesn't own PJO/HoO or Warriors. By now, you should get the point.

Anyway, enjoy!

CHAPTER 4

Hazel's POV

Hazel was almost too dazed to do anything. The hellhounds wouldn't listen to her at all. She had just blocked a blow for someone who she barely knew and gotten hurt herself in the process. Then Bramble had achieved the Blessing of Mars, and fought on her behalf with a broken leg. To be honest, until he had slipped unconscious, she really had no need to do anything, seeing as Bramble was doing all the work. But as she saw him crumple to the frosted ground, she finally managed to struggle to her feet and stumble over to his side.
Jason slid off Hannibal's back just as the elephant finished stomping the golden remains of the final hellhound as if to say Yea, take that! And don't come back! "Hazel!" he asked, worry filling his voice. "Are you both alright?"
She shook her head. "I'll be fine, but Bramble..."
Jason took one look at the-12? 13? Hazel couldn't tell- year old boy and got what Hazel meant immediately. He rushed over to Bramble and gently lifted him up, the boy's head lolling and brown hair covering his flushed face. "Was that the Blessing of Mars?" He asked, clearly surprised at the fact that a new demigod could have achieved that honor.
Hazel struggled to her retrieve her spatha, wheezing. "Yea," she coughed. "It must have taken up all of his energy with that broken leg. We need to get him to the infirmary." She took a step and faltered, Jason catching her arm before she fell onto the snowy ground.
"More like I need to get both of you to the infirmary." Jason corrected, face taught with worry. "You don't look too good yourself."
Hazel found herself agreeing with that statement, even more so for every step they took toward the infirmary. The marks in her side were already starting to swell, and blood oozed from between her fingers. Jason was practically carrying both of them because she leaned on him so much that he was taking around half of her weight. She was grateful for the support of her old praetor, but wanted to scold herself for not being able to do anything during the attack.
About a quarter of the way to the infirmary, a russet-colored pegasus landed a foot away from them and stretched out a wing, whinnying. "Frank!" Hazel heaved a sigh of relief. He was fine. Hazel could see a few scratches on him, but he looked ok otherwise. The winged horse gestured with his neck towards his back: Get on.
With a lot of help from Jason, she managed to get on top of the shape-shifting praetor's back with Bramble. "I'll meet you guys there," Jason said over his shoulder as he ran off to see if anyone else needed help. Then Frank spread his wings and they took off into the sky.

-LINE BREAK. WHOOP.-

Bramble came to just after Hazel finished helping the Apollo kids patch up the last demigod: Frank, now changed back into a person. He still had a pegasus feather in his hair, and Hazel barely managed to reach it on her tiptoes. She could hardly believe that he had grown so much from the chubby teddy bear she once knew. She had just plucked it out of his hair when she heard a groan from one of the infirmary cots.
Turning around, Hazel saw Bramble attempting to sit up, bandaged hand holding his head like he had a major headache and using his other arm, also bandaged, to hold himself upright. One of the Apollo children, Cici, gently eased him back into the bed. "Woah there, mister, you just took out seven hellhounds by yourself with a broken leg, your bare hands, and a hellhound tooth. You need rest."
Bramble leaned against the pillow as his gaze swept across the room. Hazel gasped when he turned her way: his eyes were a bright amber, the color of tree sap. Human eyes didn't come in colors like that. And the way he took in everything in that few seconds: like he had been doing it his whole life. Then his eyes rested on the bed next to him, the bed where Rusty lay, and he gasped. Recognition flickered across Bramble's gaze, and his eyes flitted between a pendant on the other boy's neck and one on his own.
He immediately tried to get out of bed, but winced when his leg touched the floor. So he sat on the edge of the bed and stared daggers at Hazel, Cici, and Frank. He grabbed the hellhound tooth from the bedside table, the sharp edge of it slicing his already bandaged hand, and growled, "What did you do to him!? What happened to my friend?"
Hazel looked back and forth between the two: the flame-haired son of Vulcan and the scruffy-haired son of Mars. "You know Rusty?!"
Bramble's eyes glazed over and he clutched his head as if trying to access memories that weren't there, and then leaned back onto his pillow as his gaze went back to normal. "I know him, but I don't know where from- like deja vu."
"Its ok. You'll end up remembering eventually." Hazel assured him. "Jason and Percy did." What she didn't add was that the last time someone with no memories showed up at camp ended up being because the Giant War was on the verge of happening.
"As for what happened to him," Frank added, "we really don't know. We found him in the woods this morning and he hasn't woken up since."
The now claimed son of Mars looked over at Rusty, and Hazel could've sworn on the Styx she heard him whisper something, as if calling the red-haired half-blood's name, but quieter. And he didn't whisper Rusty's name. Instead, he whispered, "Firestar..."

Leafpool's POV

Everything was going fine in ThunderClan. Then Brambleclaw disappeared and all order decided to crumble to dust.
Leafpool had gone out to look for more herbs after Jayfeather had finished treating Firestar. She had wanted to stay by her father's side, but she knew she had work to do: Sorreltail was badly wounded too, as well as Foxleap, and they barely had enough herbs for Firestar. She had gone by the lake looking for cobwebs when she heard someone talking: Brambleclaw. It sounded like he was arguing with someone, but who? Leafpool crept closer in time to hear him say, "...Jayfeather and Leafpool? What about Squirrelflight?!"
Then she heard another mew: an achingly familiar one that tugged at her heart. "I will take care of them. Jayfeather or Leafpool will figure it out, and I will help them. ThunderClan won't fall, I promise. But you are needed elsewhere." It was her lost daughter, Hollyleaf. She stepped out of the bushes and straight into the starry-furred she-cat who turned to face her, surprise lighting up Hollyleaf's leaf-green eyes that were the exact same color as Firestar's and Squirrelflight's. There was only one thing wrong with the picture: Brambleclaw was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Brambleclaw?" Leafpool questioned. "I thought I heard him."
Hollyleaf shook her head. "He's not here. I sent him away. Somewhere else."
It dawned on the medicine cat on what had happened: her daughter had sent away the cat the whole Clan had expected to lead them. "What!?" Leafpool yowled at the black cat, fur prickling, amber eyes wide in realization and surprise. "You sent away the cat we expect to lead us?"
Hollyleaf bowed her head in shame. "Only so the prophecy can be fulfilled," she muttered. "Bring Jayfeather and the other medicine cats to the Moonpool at sundown tomorrow. We will try to explain everything."

Well. I feel like that chapter was way too short, but I had stupid writers block and it seemed like a good place to stop at the time. Still don't know what else I would have added, anyway. Note that most of the updates after this won't be as fast, simply because I had these three written already, and since I don't really have a schedule, that might be a while. The fifth chapter is at least underway, though. So yea.

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