Chris and Silena watched from their spot on the Hermes cabin porch as a Japanese boy with an eye-patch stalked into the camp, heading towards the Big Houses while deep in conversation with an angry looking Raymond Crafts. Their plan to escape for the hills had been spoiled when the four had escaped; as much as they wanted to rescue Clarisse, they didn't want to risk the lives of any of their siblings- they feared that what had happened to Austin would happen to them too; rumour was that Austin hadn't even been taken to The Hills, that they had put a bullet to his brain straight away, instead. Seeing the Demeter, Apollo and Hermes cabin hungry for the week had also deterred them, coupled with the increased security.

They also reasoned that the four campers who'd escaped had made their way to The Hills; they didn't think that it was a coincidence that Connor had decided to leave mere days after the capture of Travis.

"What the hades are we going to do now?" Silena murmured. The snow had fallen thickly the previous night and the ground and trees were covered in a pristine white gathering of the stuff. Her hand went to her pocket and she began stroking something inside it.

Chris's eyes widened as he grabbed her wrist. "Are you recording this conversation?" He demanded in an angry hiss, his eyes blazing, "What the hades, Silena!"

"I'm not!" She protested, both frustrated and vexed, "I'm not, Chris let go!"

He let her go reluctantly, but his expression was still wary. "What's in your pocket then, let me see!"

Silena sighed and unwillingly pulled out the object her fingers had flown to: it was a dove carved from bronze, delicate vines tracing its etched feathers.

Chris frowned at the object and Silena blushed. "Charlie… Charlie made it for me," she whispered, "before he… you know."

Chris winced. "Sorry, you can keep it… I just panicked."

She nodded but held the tiny dove in the palm of her hand; images dashed across her mind, of how Charlie had looked before he left for the Princess Andromeda, with the light filtering through the fluttering leaves of the trees on his face and-

"What are we going to do?" She asked.

Chris stared as Crafts opened the door to the Big House. The Japanese boy was gesturing wildly in the air and Crafts looked both furious and apprehensive.

"We fight." He said, tearing his eyes away from the scene as the snow began to fall softly again. "We take them down from the inside."

Travis trashed awake in the tent that the Hunters had set up. His flailing arm caught Connor who blinked his eyes as his awoke.

"What is it," Connor asked as his brother started breathing hard. "Travis, what's wrong?"

"It's… It's nothing." Travis whispered as he tried to steady himself. He had had a nightmare; the trees that surrounded The Hills had started spinning, dancing around him faster and faster in a blur of angry white and black. There had been a spot of pure light in the sky but he couldn't get to it, and Ethan Nakamura was there, slashing at him with a sword.

Connor raised an eyebrow. "Ass, I've known you since I was born-"

"You damn well should." Travis muttered, "I am older after all."

Connor rolled his eyes. "Seriously man, what-"

"I just had a bad dream." The two of them stared at the warm flames that the Hunters had set for them; outside, a blizzard was swirling but in here they were safe. Will had somehow disappeared and Austin was still heavily asleep. Shutting out the images of the burning prison from his eyes, Travis turned to Connor. "Hey man, I never said thanks for you know… Coming after me."

"Hey, I missed having someone to rag on. No one is as much of an idiot as you."

"Katie's an idiot."

"Katie's an idiot." Connor mimicked. "Yeah, but you're the worse, the lowest of the low." He paused. "Clarisse looked so… bad, man. I was shocked."

Travis nodded. "Of course, she just lost her brother. Divyan is… was a good guy. Plus she's been there way longer than me, I was there for what? Five days? I had scratches in the prison walls like in the movies and all of that shit."

"She'll be okay, right?"

"Yeah," Travis assured his brother. He looked young in the firelight, and he almost remembered him the way they were when they children; before all this demigod business, sitting on their mother's laps as she weaved stories from the air. "She's Clarisse, she's hard."

Connor nodded and they both lay back down on their sleeping bags, the fumes from the smoke cradling them back to sleep

It was midnight when they met in the secret bunker of the Hephaestus cabin. Chris had called Nyssa Ravi on board their plan, and a good thing too since she had a secure place for them to meet. Malcolm from Athena was there already, his eyes darting suspiciously at Silena who was pressed against the wall, stroking the dove.

Chris hadn't told any of them that Silena would be involved; he'd feared that no one would show up. Well except Malcolm that was; he had appealed to the boy's logical side.

Nyssa finally reappeared, shaking her black hair from her eyes. Drew and Mitchell appeared behind her.

"Wait, what the hades is that-" Drew jabbed her finger at Silena, her eyes narrowed, "doing here?"

"She's on our side, Drew." Chris said.

"You didn't tell me you were calling them," she said softly.

"Well, I thought they were a good choice!" He replied tersely. "And yes, Drew, I can trust Silena."

"I'm not too sure about this myself." Nyssa added, "Chris, how can you be sure?"

"Guys just trust me, okay! I was… with Luke before, but you guys trust me; why not her?"

"Maybe because she betrayed us when it mattered most?" Drew said icily, avoiding Silena's eyes. "Forgive us if we're not as trusting as you, Chris-"

Malcolm raised his hands, "Guys, let's just bury the hatchet for half a minute, okay? We're all here for our own reasons but we've got the same goals. Let's just try to trust each other."

Mitchell stared at Silena. "Tell me what made you change your mind?"

Silena hesitated, but she knew her brother would understand. "Charlie." She whispered. "Charlie and Clarisse; Luke lied to me, he told me I'd be saving lives-"

Drew scoffed, rolling her eyes to the ceiling.

"- it's true! I still did wrong and I know it, but I want it to make right."

Silence fell over the group. Nyssa nodded. "We'll trust you, for now." Turning to Chris, she asked, "Well, what now?"

Chris shrugged, "Well, the plan is to bring down the Golden from the inside, but we haven't really got anywhere to start." He looked at Malcolm, "Any ideas, Athena?"

The boy shook his head. "We don't want to go too overboard, right? And we're stuck in camp, what's the most we can do?"

Nyssa shrugged, "Blow things up and make it look like an accident? But let's get to that later. We'll need to have a name; something to call ourselves."

"Well, yeah a name is something we call ourselves," put in Malcolm. Nyssa glared at him, grabbing a piece of yellow paper and a chewed pencil from the desk.

"You're going to put it here?" Chris asked, "What if one of your siblings comes down and sees?"

Nyssa raised an eyebrow. "I've only got two of them and I'm bringing them on board soon enough." When Chris made noises of protest, she held up her hands. "Look, you brought in Silena, alright?" She paused to shrug at the girl. "I can bring in whoever I want."

Chris raised his hands, "If you trust them."

"Yes. I do."

"Okay, name time." Mitchell said, casting Silena a semi-sympathetic look. Drew glared into the air, watching the dust fairies twist under the harsh light of the fluorescent lamp.

"I've thought of it…" Malcolm snapped his fingers, the thoughts dancing in front of his eyes. "Kronos has locked up all the Olympians, right?"

"Right." Chris frowned.

"But Olympus is not just about the Gods, it's about civilisation as well. And we're still here, we're still alive."

"Get to the point!" Drew huffed. "What do you want us to be called?"

Malcolm stared around at his friends, their faces lit up by the harsh greenish light.

"The Last Olympians."