Chapter Ten: Claimed!

A/N: So I haven't updated in a while but that's just because I had a SERIOUS case of writer's block. Hopefully this chapter will be good enough for you guys. Enjoy

Sam's POV

We were heading towards the wall at full speed and the hellhound wasn't slowing down. I took a quick breath, closed my eyes, and braced myself for my death. A few seconds passed and I didn't feel the wall smash into my body. I opened up my eyes and all I saw was darkness. Then, as if on cue, light returned and we were in another city.

Spencer was the first one off the hell hound. He then helped Carly down, then me. My mom and Mrs. Benson slid off by themselves and Freddie flew off. I took a quick look at my surroundings. That's when I noticed all the dead people. Hundreds, maybe thousands of people lay motionless on the ground. If you looked close, you could even see some dead people in the cars. Nothing moved or made the slightest noise. We had arrived too late. Or so I thought. Spencer leaned down over one of the nearest bodies and examined it. It was a guy-maybe in his early thirties-and he was breathing.

"He's asleep," Spencer declared.

"Asleep?" Freddie asked. He flew to another body and examined it. It was also breathing. Were all these people asleep? This had to be the work of the gods.

"Who could've done this?" Carly asked. Spencer got up and paced for a few seconds.

"I think I have a pretty good idea," he said. My mom sighed.

"It was Morpheus. Only he can put people to sleep and it's not just because he's boring," she said.

"He's the god of sleep, dreams, and nightmares," Mrs. Benson added. Freddie landed right next to me.

"But why would he want to put all these people to sleep? He must've had a reason," Freddie said.

"I don't know why he'd do it, but he did. Now whether he did it out of good or evil I do not know," Spencer said.

"But he's good…isn't he?" Carly asked. Spencer shook his head.

"No god is good," he said. I turned around to see that the hellhound had left.

"Well what do we do now?" I asked. Spencer began to walk. We all followed him. He was walking pretty fast, so it was hard keeping up.

"Spencer, where are we going!" Freddie's mother snapped. Suddenly I heard a loud noise. No a colossal sound. And it was near.

"What was that?" I said, pulling out my sword. I turned my head towards the river and there he was. Typhon. He looked uglier and meaner up close. Not to mention that he was massive. The gods were having trouble fighting him and it showed.

"Oh my god!" Carly screamed.

"Get back! Get back!" Spencer ordered.

"He's going to destroy Olympus!" Mrs. Benson said.

"No!" Freddie yelled. He activated his flying shoes and tried to fly towards Typhon. The kid had to be nuts.

"Freddie no!" Spencer jumped up and pulled him down by his legs. "You can't. You have no chance!" Freddie didn't try and fight.

"We're doomed!" Carly said. That's when we heard the sound of metal clashing with metal. We all turned around and saw a college aged kid riding on a chariot. He was being followed by an army of what looked like Greek soldiers. The dude just radiated evil. About a hundred times more than Hades!

"Kronos!" It was a sound coming from our right. It was a kid about 14 years old. He had black hair and sea green eyes. Next to him was a girl about the same age. She had blonde hair and gray eyes. And next to her was a guy who looked about 17 with shaggy brown hair and…goat legs?

Kronos turned and smiled evilly. Spencer grabbed me and dragged me behind a car.

"Let's stay out of this," he whispered. I nodded, though I kept watching.

"Perseus Jackson, surrender! I have already won," Kronos said. The kid Perseus shook his head.

"No look!" He pointed up at the sky. What looked to be a chariot being pulled by giants was heading straight towards Typhon. In the chariot was an old man who was obviously a god.

"No!" Kronos screamed. He then became surrounded by a mob of children that were no doubt half-bloods. Suddenly a war broke out and then I heard a loud roar and I passed out.

Freddie's POV

I don't remember exactly what happened. All I can remember was hearing a loud, monstrous roar and then just knocking out. It was early evening then but as I looked at my surroundings, I noticed light was peering through the window besides the bed I was laying on. I figured it was early afternoon or mid-morning. Wait a minute. Where the heck was I? I pulled off my blanket to discover I was all bruised up. I hadn't felt the pain up until then. They-whoever "they" was-had removed my shirt, pants, and sneakers, so that I was dressed in just boxers and socks. As I began to look around the room I noticed there were more beds with what looked like more injured people. But how did I get injured?

The door opened and a girl about eleven came in. She had a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. She noticed me immediately.

"I see you're up. Better check up on you," she said. I was heavily confused. She was talking to me as if she were my doctor or something. She approached my bed and slowly removed my blanket. She observed my bruises and cuts.

"Better. Guess it only needed two full days of rest to start healing," she said. Two days! I had been asleep for two days? This was unreal.

"Hey um…you mind if I asked who are you exactly?" She smiled and wrote some things down on her clipboard. "My name is Sunset. I am a daughter of Apollo and I've been assigned to you as your medic while you heal," she said. So I was at camp? And I had been asleep for two whole days. I suddenly became worried about the others.

"Where are Carly and Sam? And Spencer and my mom and Sam's mom?" I asked. Sunset finished what she was writing. The other two half-bloods are asleep right in this room. The mortals had to be taken to a mortal hospital." She replied. I turned to my left to hear Sam's soft snoring. I was able to make out her blonde hair. I couldn't see Carly though. Sunset gave me something liquid in a glass. I took it and felt its coldness. It looked like some kind of juice.

"What is this?" I asked.

"It's called nectar, the drink of the gods. Drink up. It will heal you. I decided to take her word for it and sipped it. I tasted like Peppy cola only it looked nothing like Peppy cola.

"It will taste like anything you want it to. Drink it all and then we'll see if you can walk," she said. Walk? Why wouldn't I be able to walk? And why was this young girl being my medic? I decided not to ask questions and finished the nectar. I then handed her the glass and sat up in bed. The room was so Greek. The beds were Ancient Greece styled and so was the furniture. Sunset set the glass down on a small table and told me to stand up. I did. It hurt a little, but I was able to bear it.

"Walk towards me," she ordered. I took a few steps and it hurt a lot. "Feel any pain?" she asked. I nodded. She told me to sit back down in bed. She got her clipboard and wrote some more things down.

"I'll be back in a few hours and check on you. Someone will bring you breakfast any minute," she waved and left. And I was alone. Well not really.

I was out of there the next morning. Sam and Carly had fully healed as well and we made our way toward the big dining pavilion. There were a lot of kids ranging from about age 5 to about age 20. Many of them pointed and stared at us. I figured this was normal since we were the new kids. Since we hadn't been claimed, Chiron, the centaur (I was so amazed when I first saw him) told us to sit with the Hermes kids. The dining pavilion was filled with laughter and excitement. Apparently, the gods had won the war. Kids all over the Hermes table were getting claimed and sent to different tables. All was well for them but not us. About 5 minutes in, at least 10 kids had been claimed, but Carly, Sam, and I were still waiting. The gods had promised to claim their kids by the time they were thirteen, so most of the kids being claimed were thirteen. The problem was Sam, Carly, and I were all sixteen. Then it happened. A small red boar appeared over Sam's head. She had been claimed by the war god, Ares. Kids from the Ares table clapped and cheered as Sam went in to join them. Typical. Violent daughter makes for a violent father. A Caduceus appeared over my head, making me officially a son of Hermes. Kids from my table congratulated me and cheered. Then a silver moon appeared over Carly's head. Instead of cheering, the whole pavilion went silent.

"W-what does this mean?" Carly asked.

"It means," said a boy next to her, "that you are a forbidden child. It means you Carly, are a daughter of the maiden goddess Artemis."

A/N: Well the wait is over! You guys now know who their parents are! PLEASE review!