20 reviews... that's a record for me, thanks guys! I came up with this at one in the morning and wrote it on my iPod first. So if something is majorly screwed up, you know why. Just tell me and I'll fix it. (Hopefully.) I probably would have updated sooner, but I've got all this damn algebra homework. :P So yup. Read now.


The blonde engineer absolutely ADORED the tools the camp workshop had. Some were much more advanced than the ones she had back home, and that made her all the more ecstatic about working with the rare metal. She could swear, they were glistening. Oh god, she was in heaven!

Aside from her happiness, some of the Hephaestus kids peeked over her shoulder curiously as she worked on a new katana for Ling and the two sets of automail plates. The girl was freakin' amazing! She worked as skillfully as some of the older campers. A few campers gazed at her in awe, others in envy.

Not that Winry minded. She was too absorbed in her work. She didn't see it, but some of the more expericenced campers looked over whistfully at her. Did anyone mention she was cute?

"Can someone find Ed for me?" Winry suddenly called to the campers behind her. They jumped, startled by her voice in the silence - or as quiet as a forge could be. "Um, yeah..." A smaller girl answered to Winry shyly. After a small pause, she ran off to find the alchemist.

Winry nodded in acceptence at the sword in her hands and set it off to the side. She'd heard Ling had done something and was going to need it soon.


Athena stood next to Apollo and Artemis - twins of the sun and moon respectively. The three were watching the (re)construction of Olympus below them, directed by the daughter of the goddess of wisdom herself.

"Athena," Artemis started. "Do you know any of these strangers that appeared in the Greek demigod camp?"

Athena shook her head slowly, frowning. "No. I can tell that they're from no where around here, possibly a different dimension sent here by a different god all together. It certainly was not any of us, nor our Egyptian neighbors or Roman counterparts. Though it is possible that one of us aided them to the camp particularly, and they paid a price for it..."

Apollo twitched in the slightest. It was hardly noticeable, but of course...

Artemis spun on her brother. "You did it, didn't you, Apollo?"

"Um... Did I show you that new poem of mine?"

Artemis's eye twitched. She hated it when he 'beat around the bush', so to say.

"What in Hades did you do that for? Tell me what you bribed for these children." Artemis's face was set in a deep scowl, and she was resisting the strong urge to slap Apollo right across the face. But of course, she was more dignified than that, so she held back. (But it was so damn HARD...)

Apollo fidgeted under his twin's gaze. "Well, um... I thought our demigod children could use some help, and I ran across this possibility, so I took it. I... Er, just bribed It with a big of the sun..."

"A BIT OF THE SUN!" Artemis roared. A few people around paused to glance at her for a second, before hurrying off. Scary lady alert! Abort the area!

"What do you mean? Apollo, you idiot, you can't be handing out pieces of the SUN!"

Apollo shrugged. "I know It will put it to deserving use. And besides, we've still got billions of years before the sun dies out! It doesn't matter much." Apollo waved his hand, completely blowing off the matter.

Artemis sighed. "I believe this will come back to bite you some day, but for your sake, I hope you're right... Moron."


Chiron sat leisurely on the porch of the Big House, his thoughts swirling in his mind as he watched the demigods running around or playing basketball near him. He couldn't help but let his thoughts go to the strangers that had shown up. He knew that he had never seen them before, and they weren't from around New York for sure. He was worried about the possible families of the children, though. They must be in a state of panic, wondering where their kids were. Chiron felt bad for whoever that was.

But aside from that, the teenagers were not mortals. That he knew for a fact. Yet, they weren't demigods, either. They weren't monsters... Or any else he could think of. Chiron suspected it was his old age, but he would swear that there was something emitting from each of the foreigners. Something old as time, and just as powerful. It was something that he'd never before felt, and he had his own suspicions where the teenagers were from...


Ling sat, cross-legged, on top of the wall at the very tip of the arena, watching the demigods train below. Lan Fan, the ever faithful guard, right beside him.

"Young Lord," She turned to him. "This place does not feel like it does back in Xing, or even Amestris. Every single one of these people emit a strange presence, not like an immortal, but of power superior to any normal human. It is unlike anything I've ever felt before."

Ling nodded. "I feel the exact same thing."

The two fell quiet as they watched a 'scrimmage' go on. A rather muscular boy, possibly around 16 years old, seemed to be victor. Ling wondered why all these teenagers were being forced to fight. The idea in itself was not foreign to him, in fact, it was not very uncommon from where he was from, but he could obviously tell that some of these kids were not made out to fight. This wasn't an ordinary summer camp, nor was the camp itself, but it couldn't be so strange that all it's members were forced into combat, could it?

He silently brooded over his thoughts, staring down at the arena. Ling was getting slightly annoyed at the big guy who seemed to be victor in most of the fights at the moment. He was boasting like he won the world. Maybe he was bored and just itching for a fight, but Ling suddenly stood up. Lan Fan followed. "My lord?"

"I want to do something," Ling said rather blandly, then jumping off his perch at the top of the arena, made his way quickly down to the floor, Lan Fan close behind him, not knowing what he was up to.

"Hey!" Ling called out, getting the attention of all the campers present. He looked straight at the (sneering)victor (who looked like he had a superior complex. (And we all know that there are plenty of people in that camp that can kick his butt. In fact, I think Clarisse was teaching that class.) ), who was tall and bulky up close, and said evenly, "I challenge you to a duel. In one hour. Here. Got it, big fella'?"

The guy blinked once, then smirked. "You're on, squinty eyes. I'm the undefeated champion. Trey Pólemos!"(Once again, what a misguided idiot.)

Ling's mouth twisted into a menacing grin. He completely ignored the (rather unoriginal) insulting name. "Ling Yao. See you in an hour."


Shorter than most, but I've got soccer soon, and I wanted to finish this. Tell me anything that's completely screwed up about this chapter.

I finally got the gods in! I meant to do it last chapter, but it didn't work out. So it's in there. Does anyone know how to write Artemis? 'Cause I got NO IDEA. :) When I see the word 'Artemis', I don't even think Artemis, the goddess. I think Artemis Fowl. :P So yeah...

I also got caught up in watching Ouran High School Host Club. Great anime, even if you hate shojo. The English dub has a lot of FMA voice actors, too.

See you guys next time!


Edited Oct. 21, 2011.