Author's Note:

'bout time I updated, right? Have fun with this chapter!

Chapter 7: We Break the Rules

The kid's name was Jason King. Electric blue eyes like Zeus's, blond hair was bright as electricity, and a cocky smile that would have outdone Ares. He was an average pretty boy to say the least, and if he wasn't hitting on every girl at camp, I would think that he took after Apollo and not Zeus. The funny part was, Lucas said that he was the most powerful out of the Zeus Cabin. If he was as good at taking down enemies as he was getting girls, then he would do.

I looked at him from the Hermes table and crinkled my nose. Jason King had broken the rules and was sitting from table to table talking to different girls. Two of the Big Three down; one to go. Callie tapped me on the shoulder and looked my way.

"Hi," she said. A grin took up three quarters of her face. "Rumor has it that you're the leader to a new mission. Bet you're nervous."

"Tons," I lied. The truth was, I had been on a lot of missions before. Ninety-nine percent of the time, I almost lost my life. After the first couple of beatings, you kind of realize that there's no time to be nervous. The grin on her face was widening—if it could really do that.

"Seven people including you, right? Those are the only details that I know, but," Callie held her chest out and confidently put her hands on her hips. "I'm sure you could use a Jackson on your team."

"Of course," I said brusquely, "that's why I chose Lucas."

"Lucas?!" Her eyes widened and jaw dropped to the ground. "You... you chose my brother over me?!"

"Uh..." I couldn't look her in the eye. They were Annabeth's at that moment, and I could never say no to Annabeth. "He... has more battling experience than you do. Plus, I think this'll give him good time to develop a new style."

"B-But... b-b-but!" Callie was sputtering. She curled her hands into fists and when I looked at her again, she was on the verge of tears.

It'sforhersafetyitsforhersafetyitsforhersafety... Kind of hard reciting a mantra when the person it's being used against is standing in front of you with big teary eyes and a pout. "Callie," I found myself saying. "If you can't even hold back tears from hearing news, then how do you expect to hold back tears on the battlefield?"

"It's the best place to learn...," she squeaked.

I dug into my pocket and gave her a tissue. Some girl from Aphrodite Cabin gave them to me and said to "give them to all the girls who are sobbing when you're with me." Callie sniffled, miserably hiding tears behind hiccups.

"I'd uh, rather have you prepared when you come out with me." I scratched my head. Dealing with girls and crying was like dealing with Ms. O'leary trapped at camp. While she had to potty. "Callie, while you train at camp, you won't have to worry about messing up things on the battlefield."

Callie sobbed louder. We were getting attention.

Crapcrapcrap. "That way, if you mess up here, you'll just get a scrape. If you mess up there, you'll die." I tugged at the collar of my shirt. This was not how I imagined things to go.

"But I've been at camp longer than you!" Callie countered. She peered at me again with sea green eyes. That meant the waterworks would probably last longer than a couple of minutes.

"In a way, I really, really really doubt that."

"Eight years!"

"Ah." Not only were both of them younger than me, but they both apparently had more experience at Camp Halfblood than I did. Pretty much the only thing I had hanging over their heads was that I helped defeat Kronos, but considering how he's polluted everything, I was wondering how much competition he was then compared to now.

"Callie, I told you to stay away from him." Lucas had sneaked up on me without my knowing. I looked in his direction pleadingly, but all he did was glare at his sister.

"But you're going with him on the big mission! Isn't there any room for me, Billy Joe Armstrong?"

"No. Registration is filled," Lucas answered.

"But...but..."

Finally, I sighed. "All right. Lucas, leave her up to me, okay?" It was only then that he glanced at me suspiciously. A scowl formed on his face; the dude was always so serious. I'm wondering whether or not if seventeen years from now I'm going to find that entertaining. "I'm not gonna hurt her. I promise. You know, the things we make when we're bargaining?"

Hesitantly, he let it jog his memory before finally leaving. I turned back to Callie, who was still sniffling. Tears hadn't fallen down her face; she was controlling the waterworks with her powers of the water.

"Come with me," I said.

"No." Stubborn and pouty. This was like dealing with a bratty little four-year-old who'd sit in on spot, give you the silent treatment and would cry if you touched him.

"I have a surprise for you." Shoving my hands into my pockets, I fumbled with more words as I left the table. "Lucas doesn't know about it."

That got her attention. She looked over to me, and the tears were gone in an instant. "Really?"

"Yes," I rolled my eyes and shifted uncomfortably between my feet. As we walked, I controlled myself from making eye contact with her. Knowing her, and I mean seriously, knowing her, she probably developed some kind of tactic to try to convince me. Once, when I was four, I used this pout on my mother so she'd let me have the rest of the cookie jar. It'd work after about three days, four hours, and twenty minutes, so in a long run, it did work.

We made our way to the Hephaestus Cabin. One of the girls, Crystal Fyre, opened the door for me with a cheeky grin. I'd grown to know her within a week—especially with the little surprise I had for my future daughter. It was the kind of secret that Lucas would kick my ass for.

...Well actually, he'd kick my ass just for telling his little sister about some kind of fight I had with a satyr for the last enchilada. No kidding. I won by the way, if you were curious.

Crystal Fyre's cheeky grin faded a little bit as she looked over to Callie, like she was wondering if the surprise was gonna be ruined. I shook my head and nudged to Callie. Immediately, Crystal arched an eyebrow and let us in. "Uh... your sword is finished and we already gave it back to you, if you're forgetting."

"Oh, I'm not forgetting," I said quickly. Did I ever mention how creepy it was having Beckendorf's identical ten foot headed twin staring at me from that big frame? I shuddered, trying not to let the guilt rush through me. "I'm here to see Callie's little present."

Callie's big sea green eyes widened to the size of her fists. "My little present?"

"Specially made, from some of my greatest treasures that I've climbed through the Underworld for. Fearless and brave." I looked at her again and shrugged. "Don't tell your brother. I'm scared he'll kick my butt."

"Yours?" Crystal Fyre and Callie looked at me, eyebrows arched and suspicious more than usual. Even the other blacksmiths-in-training stopped and looked at me like I was crazy.

"What?" I mused. "He's a competent fighter."

"Um, have you seen yourself fight, Billy Joe Armstrong?" Callie looked at me again with wide eyes. "You're like, a natural born leader, can come up with awesome tactics on the spot, and are super, super funny! Where'd you come up with that stuff?"

"I know a guy." With long curly blonde hair, pretty gray eyes and a Wise Girl-ish kind of smile. "So you want to see the sword in progress now?"

Callie's eyes widened once again. "What?!"

I gestured to Crystal Fire, who walked over to an average looking chest. When she opened it, it was entirely different from what you'd expect from a girl. There weren't any clothes, but when she opened it, three different shelves popped out and scaled like stairs. For a second, I was lost from all of the different types of weapons in there; nunchuks, twin blades, senbon, stilettos, half of helmets, and something that sort of looked like a bolt. On the other hand, Crystal apparently knew what she was doing. She had reached into a secret patch and grabbed a folded piece of paper. Not only that, but she grabbed a handle.

Wow. I had made the design myself from many of the adventures that I was able to choke out of Lucas and some of mine, but I was never the best artist. Still, that handle looked amazing. There were soft engravings that spiraled from the base to the tip of what was already there. Some of them, I could actually recognize as me or Lucas, and others were engravings of Athena and Poseidon. Needless to say, the Poseidon I drew that looked like a duck and the Athena I drew that looked like a turtle were pretty petty compared to it.

"This is all that we have so far," Crystal said. She handed it to me. It was a little heavy in my hands, and before I even blinked, it suddenly flashed and appeared in my hand like a bracelet. Two little charms dangled by silver lace. One was an owl and the other was a trident.

"What do you mean by 'we'? I know you guys are kind of busy, so I only requested for one of you to." I scratched my head and tried to think about it again. How... weird. Luckily, I was able to glance over to Callie. Surprisingly enough, her mouth was closed and her eyes were still wide.

"Oh, we know," Crystal said immediately. She nodded her head furiously and gestured to the others. "But you're amazing, Billy Joe Armstrong. If we're going to make this because of your request, we want it up to your standards."

"Is the design hard to follow?" I asked in concern. I watched as the two charms moved in sync. They were magnetized, I think. Testing my theory, I pulled them apart. The handle came together all again and I almost dropped it from my hands.

"Kind of. We weren't sure if you wanted them simple in the drawing or for us to make it more detailed. Since it's the Gods..." Her voice trailed off and she looked at a different direction.

I nodded my head and looked over to Callie. "You want to hold it?"

Callie hadn't even looked my way when I said that. I put it in her hands and she kind of gulped before dropping it. She squeaked, "It's heavy."

"You have to have confidence in your weapon." I couldn't believe how surprised I was. Looking over to Crystal, I tried thinking of another explanation, but I couldn't have been any clearer than that. "Your weapon is an extension of yourself. If you don't have confidence, then how do you expect to be able to wield it?"

Her eyebrows furrowed and she found her shoes more interesting than my lecture. "Daddy was able to balance Riptide his very first time."

I'd been in a museum being attacked by my teacher when that happened. "It was beginner's luck. Your father isn't exactly the brightest guy in the crayon box."

Some Hephaestus members stifled a snicker as they paced from one end of the room to another. Callie shrugged, looking at her feet again before picking up the handle. There was some difficulty, apparently, as she did it. She could barely get it off the ground.

"Perhaps we should visit the Ares Cabin," I mused.

Her eyes shot open and she had yanked it off the ground like it was nothing. "NO. NO NO NO NO!"

That was surprising, considering how comfortable she was around Chase Rodriguez. Then again, I hadn't seen the two together since that night two weeks ago after Capture the Flag. I grinned and gestured to her hand. "Looks like not wounding your pride is your confidence. Nice work, Callie."

She flushed a strange hue of red. I'd seen Annabeth do it a couple of times, but that was when she didn't want to tell me something. "Thanks."

We said our goodbyes to the Hephaestus Cabin. As we walked out, I looked over to Callie again, who was still staring at her feet. "So what do you want to name it?"

"Why'd you just assume that when my father fought, it was beginner's luck?"

I stopped the second she asked that. Callie looked back up, eyes big green and wide. "Uh..." I mumbled. Crapcrapcrap. "Just an assumption."

"And if you're a rookie since you've never been claimed," her voice climbed higher and her voice flickered to gray for a second. I really hated getting deduced. "why are you giving advice out on how to fight?"

"Are you complaining?" I tried to ask as coolly as possible. My tone must have leaped seven octaves higher as I pulled the collar of my shirt.

Callie squinted at me and continued her observation. "Well..."

Well. This was it. Callie was finally going to figure me out; she was going to scream in camp that I was the Perseus Jackson; everyone was going to look at me, either with disgust because I went over to the dark side (...hah. Heehoooheeehoooheeehooo "LUUUUCAAAS. I AAAM YOUR FAAATHERRR!") or with praise because of what I did all those years ago. How bad was it that I was homing for the former? The Girls at this camp are scary.

"I guess not."

...Huh​? I glanced over to her, eyes wider than how far my jaw dropped. Immediately, I recovered and made it look like I was okay with that. Callie instead looked at me again, smiled, and shrugged.

"Timewarps are impossible, right, Billy Joe Armstrong?" Uh.... Let me get back to you on that. Callie looked at me, expression changing mischievously. "Or... are you really him in disguise?"

"I wouldn't exactly call it a disguise," I mumbled.

"...Lord Poseidon?"

"...What?" This would have been really hilarious if it weren't for the fact that she was jolting for the ground to bow. I scratched my head and looked around to see who saw that. Some people must have overheard her because they were bowing too, while others didn't think much of it. Instead, they waved at me. "I'm not the king of the sea, Callie. I promise." The King of the Sea had the so-called beach bum tan, a dark beard, and sea green eyes with smile wrinkles surrounding them. I'm still at my prime, and I shave when I have to. Trust me; two different people.

"Oh." Callie stood back up, but she didn't seem embarrassed about it. Instead, she tugged me along and we made our way through the forest. I was about to ask where we were going, but decided to let her surprise me. Suddenly, she halted and stared blankly at me. "I don't know yet."

"Know what?" I thought about it for a second and then arched an eyebrow. "You mean a name for the sword?"

Callie nodded and hung her head in shame. "Sorry. You're giving me this awesome gift and I don't even have a name for it. Could you name it for me?"

"Now what fun would that be?" I shrugged nonchalantly and smiled awkwardly. "You'll find a name for it. I promise."

We continued walking for a little bit. Callie was quiet, not looking at me even the slightest. "Hey, Billy Joe Armstrong?"

"It's Per—Yeah?" I had wandered through my own thoughts for a bit and had forgotten that I was supposed to be under cover.

"Did my brother tell you that I couldn't go on the mission or something?" Callie looked back up at me, eyebrows furrowed. "I know how to do stuff, Billy Joe Armstrong, I promise. I've been at this camp a hundred times and know what to do."

"Well yeah, your brother did say something." A look of glee came over her face, and she was suddenly relieved. Quickly, I burst her bubble by saying, "but I wouldn't have let you go anyways."

That made her stop dead in her tracks. "Why not?"

Um... so you guys have any idea how I should word this? I scratched my head and bent over to her height. "This is a really, really important mission, Callie. I'm not saying that you personally would... screw it all up. I promise; I'm not. But I need experience on this team, and you said it yourself that I'm no rookie. Please don't give me that look—eight years of experience is awesome. The thing is, you only know the basics.

"You know how to kick, climb, maneuver, delve, jab, and everything. I have no doubt that Chiron's taught you well. But when it comes to the real thing, your judgement's going to be tested. What you do here—you know that if you get hurt, someone will take care of you. What you do out there? We'll do the best we can—but it might not be good enough. And you're Lucas's weakness. If he sees you out on that battlefield, injured, he's going to be so worked up on you that I'm scared to know what he might do.

"He's a good brother, don't get me wrong about that. You'll find your own team that you're comfortable with, but for right now, it just has to be me, your brother, and the five other kids we find." I awkwardly put a hand on her shoulder and tried to smile through my cumbersomeness. "Got it?"

She wasn't crying, so that was always a good sign. Instead, her eyes flickered to gray for a second and she squinted. "So you'd rather send me out with beginners who have camp experience but have no idea what in the Underworld they're doing to fend off monsters that we'll face and possibly get killed by than go out with you, my brother, and four other campers that have experience?"

Uh... "Uh..."

"Okay," she said. Wait... what? Callie gave me an Annabethish smile and curled her fingers into my sleeve. "But only because that sword is really really cool so far. By the time you get back, I'll have a name for it."

Whew. I grinned in relief and relaxed my muscles. "Where are we going?"

"To see Grover. Duh." Callie was excited, to say the least. I thought about it for a second. Seventeen years had past, and that would have made Grover's kid look like he was like, eight, right?

"How's his son?" I glanced over.

Blankness surfaced Callie's eyes. She frowned and shook her head. "Grover... doesn't have a son. He has a daughter, though."

"Oh." For some reason, that didn't seem right. I scratched my head again and shrugged. We continued our way before finally making it to a juniper. She literally knocked on a leaf. The juniper shook a little bit before the leaves perked.

And with that, she disappeared in the bush. I stared at it, trying to come up with all the possible reasons why it would do that. Callie's head popped out. "You coming? Juniper said that it was okay to come in."

…ohh. I stupidly made my way in. Surprisingly enough? When we were inside, it was totally different from the outside. A thousand times bigger, at least. "Whoa..."

"Juniper! I brought a guest with me! The one I was talking to you about." Callie gestured over to me.

So think about how Tarzan got around in the jungle while he was growing up. Now, think about the tackiest forest-themed house ever. This was ten times better. The leaves looked like the plant cell walls my biology teacher had been talking about. Chairs, sofas, and tables were all leaves bent in that shape and stairs were made out of wood.

"This," I declared, "is amazing." I turned to the woman Callie was talking to. Juniper had not aged; I was surprised to see her so young. She was turned around with a baby in her hands. So they had another kid. Wonder if Callie and Lucas tortured them. Callie? Probably. Lucas? Too much of a goody goody. On the table were portraits and different pictures. One Juniper was holding the baby she had before, and there was a little boy satyr on Grover's back. "See, Callie? They do have a son."

Juniper halted from her cleaning. She turned around, eyes stiff and mouth unmoving. From the beginning, Juniper had never really liked me; her first impression of me was that I was stupid moron. "Hello, Callie. Hello... Callie's friend." She smiled sweetly to Callie. "Callie, can you get Biscotti's bottle from the fridge?"

"Yes ma'am," Callie said obediently.

The second Callie left, Juniper had burst into a fit of tears. Eyes widening, I tried to comfort her by patting her on the back but uh, she sobbed even louder. "YOU'RE... YOU'RE... YOU'RE A HORRIBLE MAN, PERSEUS JACKSON!"

"Shh, she might hear you," I squeaked.

"NO SHE WON'T! I PROMISE! YOU'RE... YOU'RE HORRIBLE! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D SHOW YOUR FACE IN MY HOUSE AFTER WHAT YOU DID!"

"Wh-what did I do?" Gulping, I backed away. I can face Cerberus, the Minotaur, Medusa, and Kronos altogether. I can't face a pissed off angry scary dryad who seems to be able to hold a baby, fling things at me, and wipe her tears all at the same time.

"Oh, there there, sweet Biscotti. I promise, the mean man won't hurt you," she said softly. Juniper clutched 'Biscotti' closer to her and glared angrily. "WELL?! WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?! ARE YOU HERE TO TAKE ONE MORE OF MY BABIES?!"

It clicked in my head. My eyes flickered, and Callie had returned in time to watch the show. She looked between me and Juniper. "Who died?"

Juniper started sniffling again and she seemed to relax. Either that, or the smile on her face was the best lie she was ever able to pull off. "Oh, no one died, Callie dear. I'm afraid that I have to clean the eucalyptus leaves again. They keep getting old and wrinkled. Perhaps another time?"

"Nice choice of words," I whispered sarcastically.

Callie's eyes widened. "What'd I do?" She nodded and gestured for the "door", which was an empty wall. She was already out before I turned around again.

"I'm sorry," I said slowly. Juniper held baby Biscotti closer and shook her head. The pit of my stomach knotted together as my hands curled into fists. "I'm sorry that I killed your son."

—

"You're right; I suck at this." I collapsed onto Lucas's bed and stared at the ceiling of the Athena Cabin. From the corner of my eye, Lucas was giving me a look as he messed with a laptop on his nightstand.

"If you're talking about your fighting? Yeah. You do. If you're talking about girls? Definitely. If you're talking about—"

"Dude. Can't I once just come to you and have a serious discussion?" I glared at him and then looked past him. "Duuude! Is that a batman action figure?" I rushed over to get it off of someone else's nightstand.

In return, Lucas rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine. What'd you do?"

"I dunno. You tell me."

"You took a Batman action figure off of a five-year-old's nightstand. You better put that back before you leave."

I put it back hesitantly and returned to his bed. My eyes narrowed and I frowned. "Did I really do that much bad when I was here?"

There wasn't a change in his face. Instead, he turned back to the laptop, typing in words. We sat there for about two minutes before a big, fat "Dammit!" left his mouth. He pounded his fists into the sides of the laptop and rolled his eyes. "Why can't I crack this code?"

"What code?" I hovered over him and immediately recognized the computer. "This is Daedalus's. Annie actually let you use this?"

"Of course not. I stole it." He gritted his teeth and typed in another code. Access denied. He sighed again and rubbed his head. "I've tried every code that I could think of. No matter how many I think of, she's locked it so that nothing can be touched."

"Isn't there some trick you can do by going go safety mode?"

"Please. Daedalus and my mother were both people with high IQs that wouldn't possibly leave it that easy to hack into a computer. Do you really think that they'd leave something like that so unguarded even when it comes to this computer? He was an inventor and most likely knows better than to do something as stupid like that."

"...so you're gonna try it right now?"

"...shut up." Lucas fiddled with the computer for a second. It suddenly went black before directly going to the desktop. A picture of Athena. Typical, typical Annabeth. "Typical Mom..." He rolled his eyes and a new file suddenly popped up. Access to all of Daedalus's files right there. With... dun dun dun, a password! "GRAAAGH!" He slammed his face into the keyboard.

"Bet you five bucks I know what that password is."

"You're broke."

"How do you know that for sure?"

"You came here. In your boxers."

"Five bucks. Going once... going twice...!" Lucas wasn't buying it. I rolled my eyes and took the computer gently out of Lucas's hand. This would have been the first time I'd ever be able to hold it. Annabeth was always too afraid that I'd get water on it or something. In big, capital letters, I typed: MS. O'LEARY.

Password Accepted.

"..." That was Lucas.

"..." That was me.

"..." Lucas.

"..." Me.

"..." Lucas.

"...Wow." I gave the computer back to him and stifled an amused laugh. "I can't believe that actually worked." He hadn't spoken, but I took the moment to stand up from the bed. "Well, since you're gonna be looking at porn the whole day, I'm gonna be exploring camp again."

"I am not looking at po—what the crap is that?" I looked over his shoulder. What we saw was a biiiiiit disturbing. Lucas and I exchanged looks as it jiggled. He shut it off and narrowed eyes at me. "We leave with dignity and we don't let anyone know we found something that could ruin the great inventor's reputation."

"Deal." I stopped and looked around. "Hey, Lucas?"

"Yes?" He was searching the computer again.

"Where do the girls keep their hair accessories?" Lucas tore away from the screen and arched an eyebrow. "Trust me. I think it'll come in handy sometime in the future." He pointed to the dresser by a black and white bed. Normally, I didn't go digging, but I was hoping that they'd make an exception. I took a hair tie out and stuffed it in my pocket.

"You could just wear it on your wrist, you know," Lucas said without looking. "I'm going to see if there's anything he has on time travel."

Something came to my mind. "Could I check something first?"

"Da—Per... Billy Joe—"

"Seriously. Just call me Percy." I narrowed my eyes. We were the only two in the room at that moment. "It's been about two weeks now. Sooner or later, I'm gonna end up forgetting my own name."

"Percy, it is a highly advanced computer—"

"That I was the only one to get you to look through. Please, Luke? I promise for the next three hours that I won't come up with some snappy comment." That got his attention. I looked at him, eyebrow arched. My mouth lingered with some comebacks as he rolled his eyes again and scooted away.

"Make it five."

"Three and a half."

"Five."

"Three and a half."

"Five."

"Three and a—fuck, just give me the computer!" I rolled my eyes as he scooted away for his own work. Looking at the screen again, I typed in three simple words: Athena halfbloods pregnant. It took less than a second; less time than I could blink before the result was up there.

"Psychological Life

Athena is known for her virgin affairs and giving birth to her kids by her head. Once they are given birth to, they are graced with a high IQ, better judgment, and a sharp tongue. If a female child wishes to have a child with a man that she is infatuated with, it is possible for her to give birth via mind. Fertilization begins during the week of ovulation and may be triggered by a sexual thought of said man or simply imagining what this child will look like.

Soon after fertilization takes place, the expecting mother shall be pregnant for nine months. She experiences severe headaches, pain of the stomach, and psychological moodswings. The demigod in question shall show no physical sign of pregnancy other than the darkening of hair. The best way to track the growth rate of the baby inside the expecting mother is to bless her with a feather of an owl.

Physical exertion shall risk the health of the forming fetus, for the blood rushing to the soon-to-be mother's head shall intensively pulse and possibly cause brain damage to the baby and leave the mother in a comatose state. To keep the child of Athena's mind clear, it is recommended to give enigmas to spurt the development of both mother and child physically.

The Father of these babies were once worshiped as children of Hera, but physical resemblance shall always be shown in the child itself. It is dire for the mother to stay near her beau at all costs to lessen the risk of thoughts of suicide and depression. Once the mother and the father are together and furbishing, they shall form an empathy link that not even the Gods can destroy."

That was all of the news that Daedalus had on his computer. Some of it was good; some of it was bad. I stared at it for a second and felt someone hovering over my shoulder. Lucas. I looked at him and then thought of the risks again. Thoughts of suicide. Depression. Physical exertion risking health. Brain damage and Comatose State. I can see some extra reasons just right there why teen pregnancy was a no-no. I stared at Lucas hesitantly, who's eyes were blank. "I... get back, right?" I asked softly.

Lucas nodded slowly. Ever since I found out about why he'd been so angry at me, he and I started having understandings with each other. They weren't much, but they were a start.

Suddenly, we heard a thump again. I arched an eyebrow. "Drill?"

His eyes widened. Immediately, he shook his head and uncapped his Riptide. I did the same with mine and we peeked through the window. Three kids stood there with matching gold eyes. My eyes widened in sync with Lucas's. Those were Kronos's kids. They all had swords in the similar style to Backbiter—half mortal metal to hurt mortals and half celestial bronze to hurt mythological creatures. Twice as painful to halfbloods.

Campers were gathering around. Callie was one of them in the crowd next to Chase Rodriguez. The three kids looked around, scowls formed on their face. They suddenly smirked.

"So," the only girl of the bunch said, "which one of you is gonna tell us where he is?"

Everyone was silent. Apollo Cabin had their hands dug into their sacs, Ares Cabin had all kinds of weapons, and the other cabins were falling into battle stances.

"We're not gonna ask a second time!" The boy on the girl's right side. "Where is he?!"

The boy on the left suddenly finished, "Where is Percy Jackson?!"