Charlie's POV

Dangerous Thoughts

I was falling asleep, now. I fought to keep my eyes open, Lila still wasn't back to our cabin, yet. It was already dark out, she should be. I worriedly wondered where she could be, off with Travis and Connor somewhere. I grimace. I have nothing against my...half-brothers, but I never see my sister anymore. Not since she got so caught up with those guys. And they're sure as hell aren't a good influence. Barely any of these kids here are, for her. My eyes snapped open as a heard a knock at the door,
"Come in!" I called, groaning as I sat up. A good looking boy came in, whistling. His left ear was pierced six times with a simple hoop in the other, and his shaggy blonde hair stuck out at every angle.

"Sup, dude, I'm Alex, in case you forgot." I grunted in response as he shook a blue cardboard FedEx-looking box in his hands, curiously.
"A package got dropped off at the Big House for you and Lila." He passed it to me, and I fumbled it, he scoffed and shoved his hands in his too-low pockets as he twisted around and strutted out of our cabin. I rolled my eyes as I picked it up. I examined the note tapped to the front with slight interest. I had to stop my teeth from breaking as they gritted against each other with fury as I read on,

Charlie and Lila-

Hope these come in handy.

-Dad

"Dad?" I began, I tried to control my breathing, "That fucking bastard honestly thinks he deserves to call himself 'Dad'?" I fumed. I took the blue box in my hands and slammed it roughly into the wall, hitting a painting that had been ruined by spray paint. It broke in half.
I fell back onto a bunk bed, I felt a bag of Cheetos crunch underneath me, but I ignored it. I don't care if our mother was a complete and total bitch, especially to Lila. Hermes still left her pregnant and alone at only twenty years old. Of course, Elaine wasn't around me enough to make me properly loathe her. But she didn't deserve to be called 'Mom' anymore than Hermes did 'Dad' it's not like either of them were ever there. Not really.

I sighed as I looked at the painting, Chiron'll be pissed I broke it. I already broke four Apollo camper's sculptures this week and two prototypes of some invention Leo- some Hephaestus kid- was working on lately. His sister chased me with a wrench until I found Pollux. Pollux then got out his "Vines of Doom".

I won't lie, I'm a bit jealous of Lila. It's been forever where she and I weren't equals- sharing everything, good and bad. It's part of the "twin package", I guess. But, now she has Travis and Connor. And Pollux. She doesn't need me, anymore. I sighed, I like my new brothers, and Lila could've done worse with Pollux, even if they're not official as far as I know, yet.

I looked out the window and saw Lila, Connor, Travis and some lanky latino guy crowded together in a huddle looking at something, a little pang shot through my stomach. I never like mischief or theft, I guess. I was pretty much raised at this fancy military camp in London, Lila got to rome and quickly figured out she loved chaos. I envy her freedom, her happiness, I hope I can have that someday. But I don't think it'll happen here.

I wish neither of us ever got to this fucking camp. I blinked as the cruel thought ran through my head. It was so selfish of me! Lila's my sister, and this is, like, the first time she's ever been this happy before!

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I collapsed onto the bed again, heaving a sigh. I closed my eyes, praying to whomever will listen to make everything return to the way it was. I wish I could be happy for my sister. I bit my lip as my mind elapsed into blissful oblivion.

"Charlie Blair Pierce, son of Hermes." A booming voice rang out. I looked up and stared into a man's broad olive-toned face. He looked me up and down and sighed,

"I am resorted to the Greek's disgraceful spawn...how humiliating." The man rubbed his neck with anxiety before turning a stern glare back to me.
"We have observed you. We believe you can help us." The dark skinned man

"W-Who's 'we'? Who are you?" His black eyes narrowed, and I swallowed with worry. This guy reminded me of Mr. D, radiating off-putting power. Except this had a different air, as if it dulled my senses, made me slower and more vulnerable. I don't like this, I decided.
"I am Serapis. God of Dreams." The man answered. I quirked an eyebrow with suspicion.

"I thought that was Morpheus." I stated, Serapis puffed his chest out, offended.
"Typical Greek, thinking you know everything." I bit my lip from saying anything idiotic or potentially life-threatening.
"But, no. I am not Morpheus. I am no Greek, son of Hermes." I gritted my teeth at the title, Serapis smirked, "Ah, angry with your father, I see?" I didn't respond.
"Exactly why I have no children, ungrateful. But, I am Serapis, God of Dreams of all Egyptians who honor themselves by worshiping me. " I blinked, this guy wasn't narcissistic at all, I rolled my eyes at the sarcastic thought.

"Hello, then...uh, Lord Serapis." I remembered a satyr calling Pollux's dad "Lord Dionysus". May as well play it safe and try not to cross the dude with the freaky god powers.

"There is a battle approaching, son of Greece. Your brothers and sisters shall fall foe to the children of Egypt." Serapis' bellowing voice rang out, sending a static shock through my body. I shuddered a little,

"I-Is this a prophecy?" I guessed, my eyebrows going up.

"Do I look like an Oracle, boy?" Serapis questioned, his eyebrow forwarding. I shook my head furiously,

"No, sir...but, why are you telling me this." Serapis stood up straight,

"Demigods shall fall to their dooms on both sides, as Egypt and Greece are now falling under equal power," I didn't argue, "This war shall rage forever, as the Gods shall not intervene."
"But, it can't just go on forever!" I protested,

"Would I be here if it could not, foolish mortal?" Serapis growled, I gulped and shook my head.

"Good. But, to tip the scale, thus ending this inevitable war, one side shall need to have the...what do you mortals call it...a man on the inside."

"Y-You want me to...betray my...family." I forced out the last word, Serapis laughed bitterly.

"Ha! As I said, we have been watching you, boy. They are not your family- only that young female, you consider your family. We can insure her safety in this battle- something your father and his cannot promise. After all, you truly would do anything for her, would you not?" I shuddered,

"Anything."

Somewhere in the world, a dark haired man clutched at his chest as a pain shot through, he'd failed again.