Chapter 10 :) Casey POV
I sat cross-legged on my bed in the cabin. I felt self-conscious and out-of-place. I knew nothing about architecture or strategy. I was surrounded by blueprints, smartboards, and notepads full of sketches and thoughts. I heard some frustrated rambling coming from the main drawing room. Having absolutely nothing better to do, I walked in to find the room flooded with crumpled papers. There was a boy who I recognized as Daniel hunched over the drawing table scribbling something on newsprint. On the other side of the room I saw a girl named Natalie deep in thought, pondering over some doodle on the smartboard.

"Hey..." I sheepishly announced.

They looked over at me, "Hi...", they answered simultaneously.

"I know this sounds really lame, but I desprately need something to do. Working on anything?" I asked.

"Actually, yes," replied Natalie,"we're trying to figure out something for next week's Capture the Flag."

"Can I do anything?"

"I don't know, can you?" Daniel asked with a slightly challenging tone.

I looked at the plans on the board. They were trying to find a way to actually find a way to get to the flag without being stopped. It was obvious, wasn't it?

"All you have to do is split our team in half and have them attack from the north and south flank, then the team will be distracted with one side while the other grabs the flag. Our team would win before the other team realizes what's going on."

They stared at me with surprised expressions.

"That's actually a really... good plan." he said.

"Really?"

Alex POV
I walked the path to the field. Cold weather was setting in, now beginning to see my breath in front of me. I thought about that night with the chimera. Why doesn't everyone here have abilities like mine? Was Aimee the only one? And now that I think about it, what's this about a favorite daughter? I can't blame her, it's not like she asked to be the favorite, but I can't really blame the others for being resentful, it's not like they asked to have a favorite, either. Do all Olymipans have favorites?

As I thought, I saw a figure up ahead. She wore a hoodie and jeans and had bright red hair. She looked... mortal. Not that they had a particular look or anything, it's just I've been around immortals all my life.

She looked behind her as I slowly caught up, "Hey, you new here?"

"Yeah, actually."

I caught up with her fully. She reached out her hand. "Hi, I'm Rachel..."

I looked at the outstretched hand. Why was she doing that? She looked confused.

"O-kay, then. I didn't catch your name.""Alex."

"Nice to meet you, Alex. Say, you look like an Apollo kid..."

I nodded.

Her eyes brightened, "Do you paint?"

I shook my head, "Sorry, am I supposed to?

"Oh no, it's just that Apollo's the patron god of the arts. I was just curious. I should teach you sometime."

"That would be great. Thanks. Though, speaking of teaching, I'm late to a lesson."

"Okay, nice meeting-" she froze.

"Rachel?"

No answer.

I looked at her. Her eyes had grown blank. They were beginning to glow with a greenish-tinge.

"Ummm, you okay?"

She opened her mouth, green mist spilled out of it. My eyes widened. I turned and ran down the path. I reached the top of a hill. I saw Aimee. She then looked at me.

"Come, quick!"