A/N: Hey 'sup guys! Okay, so school has started up again so my time is now really limited. I'm already in my final semester as a Junior in highschool, so my grades have to be kept up for college purposes! But I will try to update as often as I can! Anyways, I hope you continue to enjoy the story so far and please hit that lovely Review button and give me some feedback! Sharing your thoughts about the chapter and where you think the story is going so far, really helps in future chapters.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Percy Jackson and the Olympian book series nor any of its characters! They are all owned by the book's lovely author, Rick Riordan. I DO however own the ff. OCs: Seria Amagi, Cleo Morrison, and Freya Blake. This story is a fanfiction; written purely for the amusement of others!


-July 31st, Camp Half-Blood, New York City-

Summer had come to an end too quickly for Seria. The summer that had passed had been very memorable for Seria; she was freed from her seventy-year stone sleep, was reunited with an old friend and her caretaker, and had made quite a few friends over the span of the summer. Though a few started off rather rocky (Thalia and Cleo for example.), Seria eventually learned how to cope with their attitudes and problems and get over any offenses that may have been committed along the way. But sadly, all good things must come to an end and before she knew it, it was already fall and everyone was packing up to go home.

Seria watched as Freya began to back up her clothes and chatter endlessly about how "this school year is going be such a drag" and how she'll probably find a way to sneak back into camp without her father noticing. Seria and Freya had become close friends at a fast rate; close enough that most of the other campers had taken it up to themselves to call them sisters (much to Apollo's dismay). To see Freya leave...was an odd thing to experience for Seria. She had enjoyed the unclaimed demigod's company despite her endless chatter.

"Well," Seria sighed, clutching onto her favorite black silk pillow, "I hope you have fun. It is your last year of high school right?"

"Yep," chirped the red-headed demigod. "Why you asking?"

"Nothing really, it's just... I was just curious. I never really got the chance to know what a real school is like." The daughter of Hades mumbled; staring down at the silk covers of her bed. There was a tad bit of gloom in her voice; something that really was common with her, but this time it was more heavy and serious than her usual gloomy words.

Freya looked down at the Daughter of Hades, staring at her cabin-mate with wide eyes. Freya was quite aware about how Seria never got the chance to live a somewhat "normal" life. However the behavior that she was displaying was...odd. This was the girl who can make Apollo shake in his designer loafers with just one look, yet here she was...sulking like a toddler.

The unclaimed demigod flopped down onto Seria's bed; her weight nearly throwing said demigod off the plushy mattress (One of the many perks of being a child of The Big Three: Comfortable and expensive stuff). Freya glared down at Seria, who didn't meet her gaze for once. "What's your problem, Skull-girl?"

Seria rolled her eyes at Freya's nickname for her but yet again, refused to answer. She didn't want to admit it but she was jealous of Freya. She was jealous about how Freya can go to school without any worries save for doing her homework on time, enjoy life and more importantly, have a family to go home to when camp season was over. She had that kind of life once, but that was a long time ago. Now she had no real family members and she couldn't think back on the past without feeling regretful for many things.

When she only received silence, Freya let out a frustrated groan, startling the sulking girl next to her. "Fine! You wanna stay silent? Stay silent!" The red head went back to packing her belongings, only now she was forcing her belongings into her luggage with unneeded force. "I try to figure you out, Seria but I get nothing! I really want to understand you, I really do... but when you keep pushing me away like that, I just...don't know what to do with you."

Seria just stared at her friend with blank but almost sorrowful eyes; she felt guilty for making her friend worry like this...but it was for the best. There were just some things that are better off left unsaid.

Seria made sure to follow Freya outside of Hades Cabin by the time the red dame was done packing. Because it was the end of another year at camp, all of the campers were outside of their cabins saying their goodbyes for the year. The loudest in saying their goodbyes were always the kids at Hermes Cabin. The cabin was definitely the most crowded, not because Hermes had a lot of kids though; it was because Hermes Cabin always had to take in minor demigods and the unclaimed, except for Freya since Seria stated that the girl would stay with her instead of Hermes Cabin. But despite being crowded, the cabin's occupants treated each other like family despite the fact that none of them (except for Hermes' kids) were even related to each other.

Freya gave Seria a quick hug before disappearing amongst the large crowd of campers near the camp gates. Nearby, Cleo was giving hugs and air kisses to some of the tolerable girls (and some guys) in the Aphrodite Cabin. It was almost ironic to watch since Cleo hated Aphrodite Cabin during the first week of camp and at the same time, most of her 'half-siblings' didn't really enjoy her company as well. But after some violent arguments and various fight break-ups, Cleo grew to like a small few of her half-siblings; one of them being Silena Beauregard.

After she was done saying her goodbyes to Silena and the others, Cleo and Seria's gazes met and the two demigods just stared each other down for a couple of minutes. Then without warning, they smiled at each other. At first, Cleo hated Seria's guts, seeing her as a 'stuck-up, snobby emo chick' (another term Seria has yet to learn.) and she held a grudge against the Daughter of Hades for some time after Seria had taken the liberty of trapping the Daughter of Aphrodite in a sphere of shadows. But after some endless pestering from Freya...the two finally got over their problems (somewhat).

"Seria!"

The Asian girl turned her attention to who had called her; it was Lee Fletcher, counselor of Apollo Cabin. She greeted the sandy blonde boy with a smile. "Hello Lee, do you need anything?"

"Well I was originally going to say goodbye to you but," Seria didn't like the look on his face; she could tell something was wrong. "Are you aware of Freya's little idea on how to end the camp session?"

Now this she didn't hear of and to be frank, it worried her already.

"No I haven't. She didn't tell me anything about any idea." Seria narrowed her eyes, "Why are you asking me this, Fletcher?"

Lee nervously looked away from Seria's gaze, suddenly unable to look his friend in the eye. After their first and rather too quick meeting in the camp's infirmary, Lee and Seria actually found themselves in the same activities throughout camp; they were both in archery class with Chiron (morning), canoeing (after lunch), and finally combat training (midday). It didn't take long for Lee to start up conversations with her and eventually, becoming Seria's first actual friend in camp. The two became close, sometimes too close thus resulting in teasings from both the Ares AND Aphrodite cabin.

"Well...Freya might be planning on," he nervously twitched his hand as if he was itching to grab a bow and arrow, "trying to hijack my dad's sun chariot as a way to end the final day at camp."

"WHAT?!"

'That is outrageous! Stealing Apollo's sun chariot?! That's too insane, even for Freya!'

Lee backed off from Seria, giving the girl some space to silently vent her frustrations. He's seen what happens when Seria gets mad and to be honest, he'd rather be turned into a dolphin by Mr. D than face Seria's wrath.

"Where is she?" growled the death demigod.

Lee just pointed towards the entrance, feeling slight sorry that Freya was going to suffer Seria's anger...but relieved that he wouldn't be facing it full-on. "She's probably near the camp's gate. I saw dad park his chariot there, so there's a high chance she's already over there."

Seria scoffed as she stomped her way over to the camp gates. "Not if I can help it."

Currently unaware of Seria's wrath was Freya, who currently was hiding her over packed suitcase behind a bush. A mischievous glint was shining in her hazel eyes; she couldn't wait to set her prank in motion. She stood silently by the gates of Camp Half-Blood, casually waving at passing campers who were now leaving the camp. She was waiting for her partner-in-crime, conspirator, the-man-behind-the-plan, her-

"Freya!"

Freya beamed at the appearance of the bruenette boy; she knew she could always count on him. "Michael, you made it!"

Michael just grinned at her. "Of course I made it. Did you really think I'd miss the chance of seeing this genius plan come into action?" He dangled a set of car keys in front of Freya's face. "I even managed to snag these for you. Dad didn't even notice they were gone from his pockets."

The red-headed demigod let out a silenced squeal, grabbing the car keys from Michael's hand and smiling up at the boy. "Oh, you always come through, Mikes. Bet you're a better thief than those Stoll brothers when you try."

Michael's cheeks flared at the comment; to be truthful, he really didn't do much. His father was just careless enough to forget the keys to the sun chariot back in the Apollo Cabin, so Michael just easily snatched it from the table when he had the chance.

Just like Seria and Lee, Freya and Michael had formed a friendship of their own. After their meeting in the archery fields on Freya's first day, Michael had actually went through the trouble of finding out which cabin Freya was staying in since he couldn't find her in Hermes Cabin; where most of the unclaimed are sent to. After actually spending an hour together, the two became good friends and kept each other balanced; Michael would try to prevent Freya from murdering his father and teach her archery, while Freya would push Michael to stick out more often.

"So is the coast clear to snag the sun chariot?" Freya asked, throwing the keys up and down with a sly smirk on her face.

"Yeah," Michael nodded. "I checked where my dad parked it for the day; near the gates but it's empty. No one really hangs around there right now since it's the final day of camp."

"Perfect." Freya grabbed Michael's hand and dashed off to where Apollo had parked his precious sun chariot.

When they found it, Freya almost fainted. When she pictured Apollo's sun chariot, she expected to see the old, traditonal Greek chariot that she's often seen in her history textbook back at school; NOT a Maserati Spyder. She was pretty wealthy but not wealthy enough to have that car. It almost made her reluctant to mess with it...almost.

"Oh, now he's just showing off." Freya growled, clutching the keys tightly in her hands. "I bet this is how he gets his girls; show up in his perfect car and flash his perfect little smile. That'll get the girls swooning...yeah right."

Michael blinked owlishly, "Perfect little smile?"

A slight pink flush rushed up Freya's face as she punched Michael's shoulder. "Shut up! Forget what I said. Let's focus more on our plan."

Freya jumped over the car's front door and planted herself right on the driver's seat. "Oh~ comfy!"

"Um," Michael hesitated. "I think...I'll just stay out here."

"What?" Freya pouted at the son of Apollo. "Don't tell me you're chickening out already."

Michael sighed but backed away. "You wanted revenge, right? Not me. So... you do this, I'll just watch."

"Fine, but you'll be missing out on all the fun." With that said, Freya inserted the keys into the ignition and started the car.

The vehicle released a loud noise as the engine started up and the car came to life. Freya giggled like a maniac as she grabbed the steering wheel; the feeling of stealing Apollo's car sent adrenalin through her veins...which wasn't a good thing for a teen with ADHD. But her moment of happiness was cut short by a groan emitting from the back of the car.

A familiar blonde figure rose from the tight space behind the two seats of the car (How he got there, Freya will never know.) and stretched like an alley cat. That figure was none other than Apollo, the bane of Freya's existence.

"Hm?" He looked around the area aimlessly. "When did I start up my car?" Then he blinked sleepily as he looked at both Freya and Michael's shell-shocked expressions. When his still drowsy brain finally took in the fact that his car had started up without him and that Freya was in the driver's seat, his expression went from shocked...to steaming mad.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." Freya knew there was no way out of this situation.

"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU," Apollo jabbed his finger at Freya, "DOING IN MY SUN CHARIOT?!"

Freya didn't give a verbal answer instead her body went into overdrive and her foot slammed right onto the gas pedal, sending the sports car/sun chariot high into the sky and flying at high speed. Michael jumped out of the vehicle's way when Freya frantically turned the steering wheel to avoid hitting Argus' car, which was filled with unsuspecting demigods, and landed gracefully...into a nearby creek.

As the flying vehicle was flying around near the camp, all the campers who had been piling into various cars to go home stopped what they were doing and looked up to the sky with wide eyes and mouths dropped. Mr. D and Chiron also were staring at the chaos happening in the sky and they both could only think that this situation was NOT going to end well.

Seria scowled up at the sun chariot flying wildly in the sky. "Darn it! I didn't stop her in time."

"So Freya's at it again?"

Seria looked to her left at who was speaking to her; it was Cleo, who didn't look so amused at the scene that unfolding before them.

"Sadly, yes."

Cleo scoffed, "Let's just hope she doesn't get herself killed this time."

Back inside Apollo's sun chariot, Freya was screaming her lungs out as she frantically tried to "drive" Apollo's airborne car away from the camp. The car formed chariot was flying uncontrollably in the air, almost crashing into various cabins one-too-many times. Below them campers, nymphs, satyrs and other camp inhabitants were running out of the vehicle's way, in hopes that none of them would get run over.

Apollo was able to climb into the only passenger's seat in his car and buckle himself in so that he wouldn't go flying out of his own car. He grabbed the steering wheel and tried to pry away from Freya's hold but the young demigod was holding on to it so tightly that Apollo could only manage to change the car's direction once in a while.

"LET GO OF THE WHEEL!" Screeched the Sun God, but his order fell upon deaf ears. Freya didn't release the wheel, she was too scared. It was then did Apollo realized how scared Freya was; she was scared stiff, her eyes were wide and teeth clenched so tightly she may just end up shattering her teeth.

Apollo's expression softened; he moved one of his arms to Freya's shoulder and gripped onto it tightly. "Freya!" He shook her slightly. "Loosen your grip on the steering wheel."

"I can't! We'll crash if I do!" Freya shook her head frantically. "This was a bad idea! I screwed up!"

Apollo silently agreed to that statement but now wasn't the time for that, he had to gain back control of his car and with Freya holding on to the steering wheel, that wouldn't be happening. "No we won't! Let me handle this! I promise you, we'll be safe...just let me take the wheel."

She didn't know why...but she released her grip on the steering wheel. At first the car suddenly took a lurch forward, plunging straight down for the ground. Freya released a blood curdling scream as she instinctively grabbed onto Apollo, pulling down on his leather jacket. Apollo grabbed onto the wheel and rose the car back up in a split second, just missing the ground by a few inches. But sadly, he wasn't able to raise it back high enough for it to avoid landing into a nearby lake... which it did.

Upon impact, a large wave of water crashed into the area surrounding the lake; dowsing the nearby campers with water. The car didn't sink that much but it was pretty obvious that both of its occupants were drenched as well.

A large crowd had rushed toward the lake, all of the campers were panicked; they feared that Apollo would be so angry, he'd really incinerate Freya (seeing as how many times he's said that particular threat to the demigod). Chiron and Mr. D finally caught up with everyone else and stared at the sun chariot, which was innocently floating (yet slightly sunken) in the lake.

"Someone get some of the kids of Apollo Cabin here!" Called Chiron, "Freya may be injured...maybe even Lord Apollo!"

"Don't waste your breathe, Chiron." Mr. D didn't looked panicked at all; a usual stance for the Wine God. "Look," Everyone's gaze followed to where Mr. D was pointing and they were shocked; Apollo was walking towards them with Freya in arms.

Freya was curled up in Apollo's arms shivering; not from the fact that she was drenched from head to toe but from pure honest fear and for once, Apollo didn't look mad at her. Seria had seen that serious expression on his face before, he was worried and maybe upset...but Seria was unsure why. Maybe because his car had just taken a nose-dive into the lake... but that reason didn't match this particular expression. That expression he had was the same look on his face when she (at a younger age) had asked a seemingly innocent question about his love life, in which at the time she was unaware of the heartbreak that followed with that subject.

When they arrived on shore, Seria, Cleo, Percy, AND Thalia dashed toward the pair; worry evident in all of their faces. The other campers and Chiron decided to leave some space between Apollo and them, assuming that the Sun God would lose his temper any second.

"Apollo!" Seria cried, "Is she alright?" She looked at her friend with worry, gently clutching Freya's shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Apollo gently placed Freya back on her two feet, his steely expression not changing not even when Freya reluctantly released her grip on the god's jacket. "She should be fine."

Cleo glared at Freya though it couldn't really be counted as a glare, her heart wasn't in it. She was way too worried about her best friend to seriously glare at her. "Freya Blake...gods what were YOU thinking? You could've gotten yourself killed!"

"I'm sorry..." Freya didn't look at anybody, she was scared still. When she first thought out that plan with Michael, it looked perfect and fool-proof...she should've thought about the chances of her freezing up and crashing the sun chariot.

Thalia sighed, staring at Apollo's sun chariot with a slight glare. "I'll go gather some campers to help move that car. If we're lucky, the kids from Ares Cabin may be in a generous mood today." She walked away, hands clenching and unclenching as she walked; showing she certainly wasn't in a good mood.

On the topic of his sun chariot, Apollo finally took it upon himself to scold Freya. His steely expression morphed to that of pure rage; even Seria backed away from fear.

"Please enlighten me," Apollo seethed, his blue eyes glaring daggers at the red-head in front of him. "WHAT IN HADE'S NAME MADE YOU THINK THAT STEALING MY SUN CHARIOT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA?!"

Freya's attitude seemed to spark back up slightly, seeing as she met the god's eyes easily with the same flare of anger. "It was a prank; I thought it would be a good way to end the final day of camp."

"You thought stealing a god's divine item would be funny?" Apollo's expression was that of disbelief. "This is serious, Freya! You can't just do things like this just out of impulse! What you did would've probably earned you years in Tartarus or worse, ZEUS WOULD'VE FRIED YOU WITH A LIGHTNING STRIKE!"

"Oh and you'd love that wouldn't you?!" screeched the young teen, her hazel eyes darkening to a dark menacing brown. "You'd throw a huge party if I get erased from existence or killed, right? You'd celebrate that you wouldn't have to deal with me anymore!"

Apollo ran his hand through his sun bleached hair; he was losing his patience with this girl. She frustrated him greatly and he didn't know why she does this in the first place. "What in Zeus' name did I do to make you so angry?!"

Freya scoffed, "Oh so you don't remember, Lord Apollo?" The way she called him that sent uncomfortable vibes through his body. "You seriously don't remember what you said to me?"

Apollo was dumbstruck. He was totally unaware of what he'd said to the young demigod that earned him this treatment.

"After all you're still an unclaimed. I don't think anyone would mind your sudden demise." Freya mockingly imitated Apollo's voice, her glare not wavering. Not. One. Bit. "Remember now, Sunny-D?" With the spin of her foot's eel, Freya stormed her way through the crowd of campers and back toward Hades Cabin to cool down.

Apollo was as still as a statue; his eyes were wide with shock and his mouth was slightly agape. Had he really said that to her?

The crowd of campers eventually dispersed, returning back to waiting for their parents to pick them up from camp save for the few who were year-rounders (which Seria was). A few of Apollo's kids who hadn't left the premises yet sent their father looks of disappointment, apparently they weren't aware of how cold his father could be on occasions. Even Seria left him behind this time.

"I screwed up, didn't I?" Apollo asked to no one in particular.

He was startled at the sudden reply that he had received from next to him. "Yes, yes you did." It was Percy and even he looked disappointed at the Sun God before disappearing into the crowd of demigods once more.

Apollo stood there near the lake for a little while longer. Regret, guilty...a thousand and one emotions were running though his head. How could he make it up to Freya? He doubts he'll even be able to do that.