A/N: I'm baaaack. With a new chapter. Sorry for the delay but I have to write a 10 page paper. Guess what my topic is! : Harry Potter. :D Yeah. :D So happy! Hope you enjoy. Please review.

Sally Jackson stared at her niece, Thalia, through the Iris Message. She had taken Thalia in shortly after her own son was taken from the hospital nursery. This had prevented Sally from moping about but she missed her son and still held onto hope he was still out there somewhere. She knew this was very much unlikely but she had hope. Sally nodded at Thalia's request and was excited to actually see the pseudo-daughter that she had raised since she was about two years old. She had a home with Sally. But with Zeus' godly blood coursing through her veins it wasn't all that safe.

"Aunt Sally, see you tomorrow!" Thalia said before disconnecting the IM.

Thalia and Emma sat in the pavilion with Nyx, Scale, and Hoot.

The trio was all but shaking.

"It'll be fine! Thalia's aunt and uncle are really nice!" she tried to reassure the mutants.

The three glared at her and she stepped back. Those eyes were scary. Hoot's were as grey as a cobblestone. Nyx's were wide but Emma knew that they were almost unseeing. And Scale's well they were a dragon's eyes. A small yellow slit in the center of his sea green orbs. Not to mention two of them were much more powerful than her. Combined the three of them could destroy her if their unharnessed demigod powers were set off. They were also somewhat liable to attack if they felt threatened. They looked human but they had grown up with only violent contact. If they felt threatened their innate animal instincts could easily bring about harm to their perceived attacker.

Thalia walked in with Sally and Paul.

"Hi!" Paul shouted. The mutants threw their hands up to their ears and slid back on the benches. He didn't help his case by sticking his hand out in the offer of a handshake. If the mutants could've gone any farther back they would have. They settled for huddling together in protection of each other from the strange- and violent in their minds- man. "I'm Paul."

Emma glared at him. Scale mimicked the look and Paul pulled his hand away. Emma thought he was a tad oblivious if he didn't notice the trio was in a stance that indicated they certainly felt threatened. Emma let the situation be but she wouldn't put it past Scale to turn Mr. Blofis into a nice charred human and she figured Nyx could probably just bite the guy's hand if they got desperate.

"I'm Sally, what're your names?" Sally introduced herself trying to break the ice as she sat down on the opposite side of the table.

They looked at her, Nyx glancing to the left of her body. Scale introduced himself and his companions.

Paul made the mistake of sitting down on the same side of the table as the trio and again attempting a handshake. The quick movement startled the two that saw it. Hoot leaned forward from her hunched over position on the bench and bit the attacking hand.

Paul pulled his hand away a little late as a weak flame was exhaled from Scale's mouth, hitting its target and farther wounding Paul's hand.

Paul let out a screech after the flame hit his hand and the trio again threw their hands up to their ears in an effort to soothe the pain that the loud sound caused.

Emma was starting to feel like she had lied to her friend when she said this meeting would be fine.

"Uncle Paul, Let's go get that looked at."

Emma sat down next to Sally and looked at the trio across from them.

"Did you really have to bite him?" Emma questioned.

Hoot nodded. "He was trying to hit us."

Emma blinked. Of course the mutants wouldn't understand normal human greetings.

"Mr. Blofis was just trying to greet you. It's normal for humans. Here try it."

Emma extended her hand and Hoot warily grabbed it then pulled away and shook her head. Emma sighed. "Maybe another time. But don't bite. That's not exactly okay, alright?"

Hoot nodded but Emma wasn't really sure she should believe her.

The conch horn blew for dinner and the group split off to their respective tables.

Scale trying to escape the pavilion as opposed to sitting with Thalia and her family. Thalia, unfortunately, noticed his attempt before he could actually escape.

"Scale! Come sit with us."

Scale sighed and sat down. Summoned his usual food and ate. Completely neglecting the utensils provided for him. Thalia sighed simply used to his lack of manners. Paul looked mortified.

"Use a fork!" Paul shouted. Outside of flinching from the sound Scale ignored the reaction. And continued using his hands to eat. Paul chose not to mention the fact that Scale was eating what looked like wet dog food. And making a mess all over his hands and face in the process.

"So, Scale. How do you like camp?" Sally asked trying to break the ice.

"It's better than where I came from," Scale offered. Thalia knew that wasn't saying very much at all.

"What's your favorite part?" Sally asked.

Scale shrugged. "Don't know."

Scale finished eating then ran out of the pavilion meeting up with his friends in their clearing.

"Thalia, why does he act like that?" Paul said. He was trying to be understanding, he knew many demigods lives were anything but easy or glamorous. Thalia shook her head. That was Scale's secret to keep or tell as he wished.

"Can't tell you," Thalia summarized. She could at least keep the secret; after all, she was the one that put the three mutants in a place where they had no choice but to spill the beans.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I know it's a short chapter but things happened. I need some ideas for things to happen. I have some I like for later on in the story but if you guys have comments I'd love to hear them! If you're going to be incredibly rude that's fine. Flame away. Flames will be used for well I don't know. I don't eat marshmallows so not for making s'mores. Maybe for a bonfire for my little sister, though? Peace,

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