Okay, so apparently I got all the Roman Numerals wrong! So, chapter one was: I
Chapter two: II Chapter Three: III Chapter Four: IV Chapter Five: V Sorry about the mix-up! And I would like to thank the wonderful Burdge-bug on DeviantART for inspiring me to finish this, and twopeopleonemission for her wonderful review that gave me more inspiration! Enjoy this chapter!
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VII- Frank

Frank's eyes flew open and he shot straight up.

He looked around wildly, his heart pounding. He was back in his House; he wasn't falling.

Sunlight streaked through the windows, his housemates were snoring loudly, and the comfort of Frank's bed relieved him.

It had been a dream. It was all a dream.

But Frank's mind was still swimming frantically. Who were the giant monster and the earth lady? And what was all that business about "the seven"? Was Frank part of it? Was anyone else at camp part of the seven too like Frank?

Frank became more worried, and for the first time- Frank wanted to talk to someone. But he didn't know who; none of his siblings would understand what he was going through, and Frank didn't have a clue about Hazel.

Where is Hazel? Frank wondered. Is she dead? No- she isn't dead. I know it- I just know Hazel isn't dead. Hazel isn't dead.

Frank gripped the sides of his bed. His own brain couldn't process its thoughts. It was all way too confusing.

Walk. Yes, a walk. That will help.

Taking a short walk sounded so good to Frank. Getting away always helped Frank's mind get straight again.

But going out of your House was forbidden. And after Hazel went "missing", Frank didn't want to get in trouble.

Creak.

Frank looked down and saw that he'd gotten out of bed.

"Well," Frank muttered under his breath. "I guess a walk wouldn't hurt."

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The crisp morning air filled Frank's lungs as he walked around the houses. He heard gentle snores, and people tossing and turning in their sleep.

It was a perfect morning.

Slowly, Frank's mind began to clear up. Every thought became clearer and easier to process through.

Frank noticed he was in front of the Apollo House, and his heart pounded. It was shockingly silent; it was usually loud with conversation or shouting this early in the morning already.

Suddenly, a hand wrapped around Frank's arm and pulled.

Frank's heart climbed into his throat quickly, and he spun around to see a monster. It looked like an ordinary grandma in a flower-print dress that was torn and tattered and a vest- except they had bronze boar tusks, glowing red eyes, rooster feet, and their hair was a nest full of squirming, hissing green snakes.

Frank pulled out his sword that hung from his side and held it up to the monster.

The creature frowned, which looked a little disturbing to Frank.

"You aren't him…" They murmured, and then their eyes lit up. "Ooooh, you're one of the demigods."
"What does that mean?" Frank demanded.
"Gaea sure will be happy. Come on, demigod; let's get you to Stheno- that idiot excuse of a monster."

"GET BACK!" Frank cried, and made a desperate swing with his sword. He missed terribly.

The snake-headed monster laughed. "Desperate much? Get going, demigod." The grip tightened on Frank's arm.

Frank struggled to get away, but it was no use. The monster had a grip like steel.

"Get off me, you monster!" Frank shouted.
"What are you going to do?" The creature laughed, looking ahead. "You can't do anything to me!"
"Yeah I can! I'll make you crumble to dust, you little monasterienes!"

The monster cackled. "Funny demigod… Now, let's go. Walk!"

"Over my dead body!" Frank shouted, trying to get anyone to hear him and wake up. "I swear on the senate of Rome, if you don't let me go, I will for sure turn you into dust! I swear!"

The monster took a step back, looking mystified. "You're nuts." They told Frank.

That's the point, stupid! Frank thought loudly, then noticed he was free. He started to do something between a victory dance and a potty dance.

"Do you want some of this, huh- huh-huh?" Frank demanded, bouncing around the confused monster. "Do ya, do ya? Oh yeah, you better look confused! You run, scrawny monster, you run! 'Cause I'm too quick- too fast- for your rooster feet! You still want some, monster? Huh?"

Frank wasn't exactly the most comedic guy anyone would ever meet, but he was getting a kick out of this. He wanted to bust up laughing, but that would just break his macho scene. And that would suck.

The monster wailed, "You're crazy!"

Frank continued to bounce around, flipping his sword between his fingers like a show-off, and acting like Dori from Finding Nemo.

"You're too scared of the Frank-anator!" Frank shouted, this time louder.

He didn't know how he came up with the ''Frank-anator'' but it sounded cool. Hopefully if anyone was listening to him, they'd call him that instead of "Frankie" or "Frankie-Poo". "Frank-anator" was catchy.

"Yeah, you are! You're a disgrace to monsters everywhere, you waste of atoms and mass!" He screamed. Okay, now he was going nerdy on the monster. Not cool.

"You go to your mommy, you hunk of dust! Run and cry all freaking day about how scared you are of the great Frank-anator! GO, YOU DISGRACE, GO- AND NEVER RETURN TO LEGION CAMP EVER AGAIN! GO-"

Suddenly, a fist of water rolled above Frank, and crashed into the monster. Water covered Frank from head-to-toe, leaving him soaked and freezing.

Frank watched in surprise as the monster whirled around in the water, eyes wide and screaming. It was slowly disintegrating, Frank noticed after its tusks had melted away and he didn't see its arms again.

Soon enough, the monster was gone, and the water fist turned into mist and disappeared.

Frank felt like an idiot suddenly. Why did he just taunt the monster instead of attack? Gods, he was an idiot!

Then laughs came from behind. Frank turned and his ears felt hot.

Percy and Hazel were hysterically laughing- Wait, Hazel?

Frank laid his eyes on her and a wave of relief washed over him. She was okay- well, at least a little bit. She had a few bruises, and she had three scars from her jaw, to her throat. She looked a bit worn down, but she didn't look like she minded. And her hair was shorter, thinner and curly. Other than that, she looked perfectly fine.

Hazel met Frank's eyes and giggled, "So, the great Frank-anator, huh? Good one!"

He hated to admit it, but his heart did a little relay race as he watched Hazel's eyes begin to shine as she giggled, which sounded like jingle-bells at Christmas-time.

Percy grinned. "You better be lucky I saved your butt!"
Frank shrugged. "I am. I should've attacked instead. I'm a pretty big idiot."

Hazel giggled again, "Idiot? Gods that was just the greatest Frank moment ever! You'll live by it!"

Frank couldn't help but smile. It was good to have Hazel back, and no matter what people said about her, Frank would always like her, even if she did something crazy.

After recovering, Percy said, "We should head back and get ready. See you all later?"

"Sure," Hazel said.
"Alrighty then," Frank agreed then asked, "Will you guys call me the Frank-anator now?"

Percy laughed, "In your dreams."