Okay, readers... I'm back from a quiet summer hiatus... I've had troubles with this story creatively, but after rereading this story, my love for it was resparked. Please don't be mad I haven't updated... I feel terrible, I haven't posted anything for like two months... anyways, I'm going to reward everyone's patience with a nice long chapter. I have been trying to include lots of my accepted oc's, but if yours doesn't turn up in further chapters, they're coming, whether it be a major or minor role. You will be included! On with the story!


-Clarrisse-

I breathed a sigh of relief at the goddess deciding not to disentegrate me.

"So..." I drawled, "Where do we start?"

Bast frowned, and began eating a plate of fish she materialized. "I suppose we should begin with forming a trusting bond between our camps. I'll send five of my campers to your camp, and you send five from your camp to mine for a month."

"I don't know..." I said reluctantly,

"It's the only way we can establish that we won't harm each other. Can you contact your leader?"

My hand subconsciously drifted to my pocket, grasping a drachma. "Yes," I said nervously at the thought of a Camp Swap. "but I'll need a rainbow."

Bast frowned again, and turned to a camper. "Mayra, can you please help Clarrisse outside?" She asked tightly, like she wanted me out to discuss something behind my back. I smirked, and followed her out of the shed.

"So..." Mayra said slowly as she led me towards a river. "What's your camp like?"

I frowned and tilted my head. I hadn't really thought of what it was like. It was just Camp. I'd spent my life there. I'd trained there, I'd laughed, I'd (DON'T TELL A SOUL) cried there, and I'd die for there. I realized what it was. "Camp Half Blood... Is like home."


-Bast-

I didn't really like this Clarrisse kid. First, she intrudes on my camp without a sign of peace, attacks my camp, and maims my own child. I hissed under my breath as I dismissed the plate of Friskies, slamming my claws onto the table. My cabin counselors jumped back slightly, not knowing where my claws were headed.

"I don't like her." I stated bluntly. There were mixed expressions of things like, "I agree.", "Totally!", "Maybe..." and "Give her a chance.". I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, "I don't know what to do."

Alek put a hand on my shoulder. "I'll take care of things, Bast. If anything involves war, I will come to you first, but I don't want you stressed. These... past events... have been stressful to you. I don't want you to go crazy right before a war." I hope he said the last part jokingly, but I smiled slightly.

"Thank you, Alek."

Although Alek was a son of my Enemy, I knew that he had the right intentions- saving out camp. The Commander left, and I stood up as well.

"I'm going to see my daughter." I said firmly, and dismissed the council. I followed them out, and walked quickly to the Camp Hospital.


-Max-

I drifted in and out of consciousness, pain clenching my neck was nearly unbearable, even though some of the Khonsu kids had left my with a Super Powered Aspirin Ankh at my bedside. I was brought into consciousness by a fuzzy, yet slightly familiar voice.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I smiled, or at least tried to.

"Well, they got the arrow out without much trouble, but the gaping hole's going to take a while to heal. You're lucky; It just missed one of your arteries."

"Really?" I asked. I sucked the akwardness and unfamiliarity of the word up and said it- "Mom... I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I almost got killed because of a stupid game... I know it really must have hurt you... I, I just want you to know that... that I.. I..." My vision blurred, and all went black.


-Meanwhile, at Camp Half-Blood-

Percy was at Swordplay, having a friendly sparring match with his girlfriend Annabeth.

"You're mine, Kelpy!" Annabeth grunted, jumping over Percy's low slash, and tackling him while he was off center and open. They went tumbling to the ground, Riptide clattering towards the ground.

"I love you, Seaweed Brain."

"I love you, too, Annabeth."

I'm going to skip the mushy details of the makeout session, but anyways, as they kissed, a glittering image appeared before them.

"Clarrisse-" Percy and Annabeth said, scrambling off each other and straightening their armor and hair and whatnot.

"Hey, lovebirds, Egypt's not it, Butch send the scouts on their way back. However, they have agreed to ally with us, and are willing to try and form a healthy trust between the camps. The deal is that we each trade five campers to the other camp for a month."

The couple sent skeptical looks to each other, but nodded reluctantly. "I'll tell Chiron to see his opinion. He'll probably want to establish a meeting between your leaders. Also, I'll have him pick out the campers that are to swap. I'll be sure advise him to send a few kids of the Big Three to show we really mean buisness."

Clarrisse nodded, as the message, "PLEASE INSERT ANOTHER DRACHMA FOR MORE TIME"

"I'll contact you when I have Chiron's answer. And Clarrisse?" Annabeth added as the image began to fade.

"Yeah?"

"Don't get killed."


-Max-

I woke up feeling better. Once again, Bast was sitting in a chair, fiddling with a ball of yarn.

"Awake again? You keep speaking in your sleep... Muttering things like 'Dad', and 'Call you'."

I blushed, and changed the subject. "So... the intruders..."

"They were Greeks. We've offered an alliance with them after we Swap campers for a month to gain each other's trust. Max... I know you just got here and are adjusting, but I think you should be one to go on the swap."

I thought for a moment, and reluctantly nodded. "I'll do it."


-Camp Half-Blood-

Chiron released the the string, and the arrow soared through the air, impaling the bulls eye. He nodded at the Apollo and Hermes campers he was teaching. After five minutes, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to see Camp Half-Blood's power couple, Percy and Annabeth, running towards them.

"Chiron, we have urgent news from Clarrisse," Percy panted, "Alliance... Swap... Deal... One Month... Five.. Five campers."

He raised an eyebrow and said, "Percy, slow down. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Let me explain." Annabeth said as she regained her breath. "Clarrisse just IM'ed in from the scouting mission. The reinforcements are coming back, Egypt isn't our enemy. They've agreed to have an alliance."

"That's good," Chiron said slowly, "But can we trust these people?"

"Clarrisse was pretty sure. Anyways, they'll only agree if we have a swap. Five campers from each side swap for one month. They said it was to reinforce each other's trust. She wanted your OK, and choice of campers."

Chiron thought deeply for a good five minutes before speaking. "I will tell Olympus the news. They will oblige. We need reinforcements. And a lot of them. Anyways, I think we will be sending Ash Chapbeck... Ally Staples... Liz Staples... And you two. I'm going to see if New Rome will be in on this... If so, Perhaps I will send five of them also. Could you please inform Clarrisse of this information, especially that Egypt may need to prepare five more campers for the swap? Try and see if the swap, at least the Greek swap, can occur tomorrow. I will inform the campers personally of what is happening."

"Sure. Let's go, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth said, and led Percy back towards the arena, digging a drachma out of her pocket.


That night, Max was released from the Hospital and returned to her regular schedule under orders not to strain herself. After short sparring sessions with siblings, archery class, and strategy practice, Dinnertime came round the clock. The Egyptian campers, along with Clarrisse, and Butch who had returned from sending back reinforcements a few miles south, gathered round the pavillion, and listened to Bast's usual announcements.

"So," Bast started, "We all know of the Greeks who have... joined us for the time being."

There were nods and murmurs of agreement and she continued, "We are allying with them. Before we are completely accepting the deal, the Greeks and we have agreed to do a one month swap with five campers from each camp. We have selected the campers;"

Bast quickly pulled out a crumped piece of paper, and read the list.

"Maxine Smith. Chris Matthews. Gregory Hanes. Troy Alvarez. Finally, James Parker. Pack after dinner and get a good night's rest. You will be leaving in the morning. Enjoy dinner."


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