Ooo look what the chapter's called. Are you all on the edge of your seats, hardly able to wait and read it?

Well to bad 'cause I gotta talk first.

So I found out today that this story has gotten 341 views. And some are from Canada. Where there's moose and everyone says 'eh'. HOW AWESOME IS THAT! I can't believe that 341 people have read my writing, although I only have 19 reviews, ahem ahem. I mean come on people how hard is it to scroll down and type "I like this. Good jod Sky. More Deathbringer." And NO ONE is following me, which makes me so sad, because I have no one I can email about sneak peeks and stuff. *Go cries in corner for awhile, then dramatically declares to win you over*

Anyway, even if you guys never reveiw, and don't tell me WHAT THE HECK YOU WANT, your still all SOOOOO awesome so I had to write another chapter for you. Chapter Seven. And seven's my lucky number. So I'll try to make this one really good. (Can't wait for chapter thirteen) So here it is: chapter seven.

Maybe I really should've stopped eating after the fifth guava.

But I couldn't help it. These things were seriously good. I mean it- divine. Plus I had been going through guava withdrawal for the past few days.

"GLORYYYY!" Sunny canon balled into me, giving me a huge hug. I stiffened, hating every second of it.

"Guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat!?" she shrieked, jumping up and down like she was about to take off.

"A mob of mutant aliens are invading a bowling alley and have found a way to weapon meatballs." I guessed.

"Stop being sarcastic. This is serious." she complained

"Oh boy, I sense a story. Where's the popcorn when you need it? Oh well. This," I grabbed another guava. "Will have to do."

"Stop eating those things, you're gonna get sick!"

"What the heck are you guys doing?" said a voice behind us. Tsunami was striding towards our table purposefully, Starflight and Clay at her sides. I felt the urge to inform them that they should be snapping.

"Good you're here to."Sunny said. They sat down, Sunny at the head of the table. She put her elbows on the table and wove her fingers together, looking down at us.

"Why do I feel like a businessman?" she mused aloud.

"Sunny! Get on with it!" I said, but I couldn't help smiling.

"Right! So Webs had me go into his office, and was askin me how I liked camp and everything. The usual. But then he mentioned something about Dune finding my egg near Scorpion den. Have you guys ever thought about your parents?"

"Sure, I've thought plenty! I bet they're the best! And when Webs stole me-"

"So thats the problem with you two." I guessed

"I bet they tore apart the ocean looking for me! And some day I'll go back! Oh and claim the throne."

"But Webs said that only relatives can challenge the-"

"Well maybe I AM a relative." Tsunami interrupted Sunny. "Maybe I'm her daughter. Or niece. Or something."

"Or somthing." I muttered.

"Well the campfire is starting early tonight, so no Capture the Flag today." Tsunami pouted. "And I was all set to kick Asio's butt…"

"What was that seaweed?" a voice yelled from the Ares table

"Your face would be spread like butter over the pavilion if we had!" Tsunami shouted back.

Their cheerful insults were interrupted by a horn. Everyone jumped up and cheered.

"Come on it's time for the campfire!" Tsunami said

"But- my dinner!" Clay moaned.

"You can stuff yourself on marshmallows. Let's go!"

I grinned, and got up to. I had a feeling this was going to get interesting.

And I'm sorry that that chapter wasn't so great, but it's only been, what, three days since my last one. My writing muscles are still sore after that awesome chapter six. At least I think it was awesome. Well get ready for chapter 7- I have a feeling it's going to be pretty action hey, how do you feel about a Christmas Bonus Chapter?

Ok, I know how you guys are about reviewing, but will you PLEASE tell me what they should look like? I need help! Like, should Starflight have glasses? You all know the stereotype of smart people have glasses (Which is so stupid, having glasses does not make you smart. I would know- My sister wears them and they don't do anything. Just kidding, I love you sis) But for some reason I just don't think glasses would be right.

The point is I NEED YOUR HELP. and you can tell I do 'cause I used big, bold, and italics for that.

Anyway, I hope you liked it, although I'm kinda disappointed about it. Oh, and by the way, if I get 500 views or 50 reviews I going to have a Ask The Author week- details if that actually happens.

~Sky

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