I know I've let myself go on this, but I've just been so busy. What with juggling choir, school, deviantART, and a whole buncha shit that I haven't had too much time on my hands. But, I decided that you needed an update on this, so I have put aside Life 2.0 and just wrote until I dropped.

Thalia POV

"Hello, People of Camp Half-Blood! It's great to see you all again!" Luke's still-familiar voice washed over my ears like water over a stone.

Oh Gods.

Why was he here?

Why am I cursed? It's bad enough that I see his gold eyes haunting my dreamscape, but in real life, with his bright blues even more hypnotic than in my sleep? No time to dwell on it now. I pushed past a girl from Demeter and two boys from Apollo, none of whom even tried to stop me as I shoved my way to the front of the que. At the head, Marcus stood holding back Chris Rodriguez from forging his own way through to Clarrise, who's been missing for at least three centuries. Even Marcus shied away from my murderous glance, even though I was aiming it at the man who stood well behind him. I stalked up the hill, my grown-out black braid tracing the backs of my knees, my sapphire eyes practically glowing with undeniable hatred, I was later told. They also said I looked like a Roman war goddess. For this, I punched them.

I soon stood before Luke Castellan, who still had to look down to see me. He was taller. Always had been, but now he was a good eight inches taller than me. I gathered the air into a thick, angry gray stormcloud at my feet. I stepped onto it, my fear of heights gone. I willed it to rise, and I soon stood eye-to-eye with my once-crush.

He grinned, in that mischievous way that makes you think he's put a whoopee cushion on your chair. "Nice party trick you got there, Thals. Learned any more?" his voice was teasing, but not in a way that made you think he was toying with your emotions. It was a competitive tone, like he wanted to resume playful banter that we could do for hours in the old days (Our record was five hours, sixteen minutes, and fifty-seven seconds. Not that I had meant to remember, or anything. It just stuck in my head.).

I didn't even respond. I instead raised my hand, as if to caress his cheek. He smiled a bit more. However, he didn't get a soft, loving touch.

I backhanded him across the face, like any girl in her right mind would never have done to a commander of otherworldly forces. The silver spikes I had long since affixed to silver rings tore his face, but I didn't care. I just wanted to cause him as much injury as I could in as short a time as I had before someone pulled me away. But, Luke just took it like a man, and reached up as if to touch his own cheek to check for blood. His hand came back crimson. But thenI just slapped him again.

And again.

And again.

I soon stopped counting the times I struck his face. It wouldn't have changed the outcome. But it must've been somewhere around 30 when I finally lowered my hand.

"You filthy, flea-ridden, yellow-bellied, son of a bitch! Do you have any idea how much you hurt everyone here? You have balls, coming back here, when all the heroes of the Second Titanomachy are immortal? Prepare to be tortured, son of Hermes." I spat at him, and the gob of saliva managed to find it's way into his eyes. I panted, my tirade, however short, wore me out. I had been pretty loud.

And you know what he did?

He laughed. Not a cruel, harsh bark, but a deep, heartwarming chuckle. Soon enough, it turned into a rumbling, bass melody. An Aphrodite girl giggled, her voice a horrible, high soprano to Luke's angelic laugh. Then, a boy from Hermes. A boy from Hypnos and his half-sister. A Hephaestus girl. A platoon of Ares campers. Before I knew it, the whole camp was laughing except for me. Most were rolling on the ground, though they probably didn't know why.

Luke glanced at me through watering eyes. The mirth in his baby blues was genuine, and I couldn't figure out why he thought my attempts to tell him off were comical. He straightened, no longer doubled over. He looked straight into my eyes, and the world stopped. Nothing else existed, except for him and me. And, as much as I'd like to say I didn't have any feelings left for him, I'd be lying if I did. Without warning, he did something I should've expected. So you should be able to guess what it was.

He, without rhyme nor reason, snagged my waist with one hand, pulled me in close, and he kissed me.

Annabeth POV

"Hello" the first girl said, for she couldn't be older than 16. "We are your reinforcements from Lord Ouranos. Now" she continued, now looking at her companions. "who wants to start the introductions?"

I blinked in surprise at the girl. She was saying that they hadn't planned anything. I was about to say something, then I remembered that the gods had honored these people by placing them among the stars, and thus they must've been great or done something just as great. One man held up three pale fingers to indicate that he would speak first. He flicked his slightly shaggy, auburn hair out of his eyes, which I couldn't determine the color of, despite the right side of his face being uncovered. It was as if I could see what color they were, but I just couldn't remember what color was, or how to remember colors at all.

The crimson of his letterman jacket(Had that been there before?) was startling against his pallid complexion, but the fact that his hair was just a bit darker and more brown, yet still matched it, it didn't look half-bad. He cleared his throat as he stepped forward.

"So, my name is something I'm not going to tell you, but you probably all know who I am. You shall call me Ithopoiós. I am second in command, third, depending on how you look at it." His voice was deep and rich, like hot cocoa with marshmallows and whip-cream. He smiled, and it was brilliant, like a star. I was so entranced by his voice that I couldn't even bring myself to comment on the fact that his name meant "Entertainer". The woman who had been standing beside him went next.

"You can call me Lyra, and I am the first officer to Ithopoiós. I am also his wife, and mother of Vega." Her skin was bronze, as if she had spent much of her life working in the sun. The woman's long brown hair was like freshly turned earth, and I couldn't help but imagine what color her eyes were. Maybe grass-green? Dark chocolate? Her emerald green tee-shirt had such intricate designs, and I had never seen green go so well with bronze.

The shorter of the two girls stepped up, her hand never leaving the other girl's. Her gray tee-shirt seemed a bit too big, but she didn't seem to mind. Her face was pale, and so were her hands and arms. Her smile was faint, but beautiful, like she knew someone she loved was there for her. Her voice was quiet and melodic, like the high notes on a piano. Soft and beautiful at the same time. "My name isn't Vega, but I would love if that was what you called me. I am the third in command to Ithopoiós, the daughter of he and Lyra. I am not single, and I will stay that way for the rest of my eternity." Her smile widened ever-so-slightly, almost unnoticably. Her head turned minutely to the right, but when she realized she was about to look straight at the girl beside her, she blushed and returned her head to it's original position. The girl standing beside Vega opened her mouth to introduce herself, but the boy in the garish white and gold shoved her aside, taking center stage.

"I am Nova, and I am third in command to Lord Haero, as well as his and Lady Dilitiriáseon's son, and twin brother of Lady Nebulae. I am single, ladies, feel free to contact me." His smile was blinding, like looking into a 1000 LED flashlight. I had to blink a couple times before I could see again. His skin was tanned but it looked slightly fake, as if from a tanning bed. His seemed to be gelled or glued to his head in a very '70's style. It was sleek and black, like a vintage Impala. The girl in silver and black shoved him to the side, her lip curled up in slight disgust. She returned her lip to the flawless pink bow they had been before, and looked straight ahead.

"I am the Lady Nebulae, Head of the Ouranosian Assassins. I am the daughter of Lord Haero and Lady Dilitiriáseon, and twin sister of Nova. I am not really named Nebulae, but that is what you will call me or the consequences will be... less than pleasant for you. I am taken, and if any are to approach me with romantic intent, my shiny little knife here," at this point, she unsheathed a slim, serrated, and very shiny unnaturally silver knife, "will find it's way to your manhood. You will be unqualified for any subsequent sexual activities." Wow, I have never heard anyone put castration so elegantly. Her hair was long and luscious, a pearlescent black mop of ringlets. Her skin was ever-so-slightly tanned, like a California girl. Silver glinted in her hair, like she had a pin in it. Her smile, unlike her brother's, was bright, yet still beautiful and not hard to look at.

The woman in blue and silver stepped forth as Nebulae stepped back. The woman's black hair was in a braid over her shoulder, easily clearing her waist. "My name, or at least what you will call me, is Lady Dilitiriáseon. Wife of Lord Haero, mother of Nova and Nebulae, second in command to Lord Haero. You hurt any of them, and I will hurt you to the point where you will wish you had never been born." Her voice was like silk, smooth as the night sky, her vow of pain the innumerable stars that laced the night. Her eyes glinted, though I couldn't make out what color they were. All I knew was that they were beautiful.

The last man stepped forward, and a hush fell over the crowd like a thick wool blanket. This man, this hunk of a being, simply radiated power, like he secreted it. He exhaled, and the air before him shimmered, the air darkening with flashes of light and color. He breathed out the sky. His skin held past signs of a beautiful tan, and the power he let off seemed to make him glow with an iridescent light. His adam's apple bobbed as he cleared his throat. "I am the one known by all as Lord Haero, Commander of Lord Ouranos' forces. From now on, I command you all, and my superiors are only the warriors from Lady Chaos and Lady Chaos herself, along with my Lord Ouranos. I am the husband of Lady Dilitiriáseon, father of Nebulae and Nova. I am the Voice in the Shadows and the Thief in the Night. I am the snake ready to bite, the arrow waiting to fly, the sword ready to slice. Harm me or my family, and you will suffer the consequences. Do I make myself clear?" His voice, while an angelic baritone, was menacing and dark, like the Rivers of the Underworld. Beautiful, but one false step, and you're doomed.

Did I do well? I did this in two sittings and only stopped because my dad told me to go to bed. I finished it at 10:58 PM on Friday, January 17th, 2014. Behold, for it is forever recorded, hewn into the stone of time. I need reviews on everything and I'm rewriting I Remember. Go read it, Harry Potter and Merlin fans. I need your views on how to change it. I'm so sorry I made you wait so long.

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Peace, Love, and Bacon,

Pwn E. Thr33