Ah, man. Sorry about not updating for so long, guys! I'm sowwy. This is a super long chapter, too! Hope you guys like it!

~Rain

Leo sat in the tree, his knees pulled up to his chin. He listened to the conversation that was going on directly in front of him. It was hard for him to hear it all, and it certainly didn't help that the tree cover prevented him from seeing them. He caught clips of conversation, not having anything else to do.

It was quite boring, eavesdropping. It always looked cooler in spy movies, but then again Leo wasn't a top secret spy spying on a dangerous terrorist for the president. He leaned back against the tree, willing them to leave. Please go away, he thought drearily. Pretty please with sprinkles on top, he begged.

Sprinkles seemed to do the trick. They all left (quite noisily), heading in the opposite direction.

After a few moments, Calista came back up the tree, whiskerless, featherless, and perfectly fine. "Told you I was gonna be ok," she said cheerily.

Leo punched her in the shoulder, and Calista almost fell off the oak tree. She didn't seem fazed, though. Her eyes still shone as she told him, "They said the boar was the Calydonian Boar!"

Now it was Leo's turn to almost fall off the tree. "The - the Calydonian Boar? Like... Like the one Meleager killed?"

Calista nodded vigorously. "I believe it, too! He was big enough."

Before Leo could respond, somebody else did.

"It's not nice to eavesdrop."

The pair of them jumped. At the bottom of the tree there was a short but thin red-head. She had deep brown eyes and multiple earrings on one ear. She had a crop-top shirt on, which only made her look sleeker. She glowered up at them, a disgusted look upon her face. "You didn't seriously think that you were that well hidden, right?" she sneered.

Calista hopped down to the bottom branch, keeping her balance perfectly. The branch was way above the girl's head. She was about five inches shorter than Calista. She glared up at her.

"And who says that we thought so?" Calista said testily. She crossed her arms, looking down at the red-head. She kept her cool. This girl was the one who had squealed, saying puppy. She can't be that dangerous.

Leo joined Calista on the lower branch. He snorted. "You're making threats because...?"

The redhead glared worse than ever. "I'm a lot stronger than you are," she snarled. "And would you rather be torn to bits or lose your memory?"

"Excuse me? What kind of a question is that?" Calista snickered. She couldn't be serious.

Before the redhead could snap back a reply, three others came sauntering up to her side, looking up at them. Leo burst out laughing.

Was Leo psychotic or something? The two of them were now really, really outnumbered. She kept looking at her brother, with her mouth slightly open.

Leo finally got a grip on himself. He looked at all seven faces down below gazing up at him as if he had suggested that they all eat mouthfuls of newt. "So. . . . So you need how many people to beat two of us?" he asked, gasping for breath. "You guys are hysterical!" he started laughing again, trying his best to stifle it.

The biggest guy cracked his knuckles, glaring at Leo. "When do I get to beat him to pulp?" he growled.

"Maybe when you shake them out of the tree," said the girl who had caught Leo and Calista first.

The big dude took that as an invitation, and grabbed onto the tree with a smirk on his face. He pushed and pulled, so Calista and Leo eventually clung to the trunk after a fit of laughing. The expression of rage and effort upon his face was priceless. It wasn't every day you're clinging to a tree trunk while some buff dude tries to shake you out.

The big guy was actually doing a pretty good job. Calista risked a glance down. All of his friends were standing around him, looking up at her like wild dogs waiting to take down their prey. Calista stuck out her tongue.

"Hey, here's an idea: Why don't we jump and run off?" Leo suggested, looking sick. Leo wouldn't make it ten minutes on a kiddie roller coaster.

Calista nodded, and steadied herself. "On three," she whispered. "One... Two... Three!"

Calista and Leo leaped in perfect sync, landing in the bushes. Leo struggled to his feet and ran off towards nowhere in particular.

Calista went off with him, although she was fussing over all the twigs in her hair. "There're worse things than getting a little wood stuck in your hair, you know!" Leo howled. "Like, you know, LIFE!"

Calista stayed silent, although she hadn't stopped running her fingers through her hair. There was a flash of bright red, which was unmistakably the red-head who had caught them in the first place. Calista had a strong desire to punch her, although she knew she wouldn't hit her. Dang, that girl was fast. She sped past her, stopping dead two inches in front of Calista.

Calista tumbled over her, not knowing what else to do. She swiped at her, deep loathing lodged in her heart. The red-head had her pinned down. What else could Calista do? Well, spitting in her face was a start. She kneed her ribs, although the girl didn't release her. "I've been through worse, cupcake," she hissed.

"Fat chance!" Calista snapped ferociously. She squirmed underneath the girl. The girl's other three friends came up behind her. They were fairly winded, although they recovered quickly.

"Well," a male voice said, "at least we got one of them. Do your stuff, Theresa."

Calista heard footsteps approaching her from behind. The girl who held her down tightened her grip. Calista struggled even more to get free, panic edging into her mind.