Hey! :D I know, I know, haven't updated for a while. But I swear I have good excuses! But instead of boring you with the sad sorry stories of my otherwise awesome life, I'll get to the point and respond to my AMAZING review people! :D

NinjaxSketcheartx: I know; he was just trying to get in Percy's face a little. Yup, pretty dumb! Yeah I know Hera's cabin is empty, but she's really similar to Isis and people can sleep there, right? Yeah, they have a pretty definite plan, as you'll see in the next few chapters ahead!

Novanto: ooh thanks, I didn't know about him! :)

Juli Beawr: Haha yup pretty much!

Call Brandybuck: Haha yeah Ii liked that bit too :) Thanks! I'm glad you thought the reactions were realistic!

Doubles12: Thanks! :) I'm really happy you like it!

Annabeth Brady: Is that a good or bad wow?

Behind Her Mask: I personally agree :) He'll get pushed around a little, but he kind of execrated Apophis the centre of all evil and stuff, so he's not completely useless :)

Marvel – Tolkien Fangirl: Sadie will meet Drew, and let's say they won't be going skirt shopping together anytime soon. Yeah, the rest of Brooklyn house is at this moment in epic freak – out mode.

Proud of PJO obsession: Thanks! :)

ChildOfSea: sorry, I'm trying :) Drew will appear soon. And yeah, Capture the Flag is coming. Egyptian/ Greek/ Roman style.

Storm Dragon Wolf Princess: You're quite right on both points :)

RiverWing21287: Haha yeah :)

Chiisana Pierrot: whoa… long review… :D Yeah, I agree that Percy is a bit too hot tempered. Sorry to bust your bubble, but who's Atum? Not quite the direction I'm going in… ah well :) Sorry I'm getting the characters wrong! But thanks for telling where I'm going wrong instead of doing what some reviewers do sometimes and just say 'OOC'. Aww it's no good she's on hiatus :( Thanks so much! Glad I'm one of your favourite writing buddies :) They're some good characters :) Yeah, Annabeth's stories are good for the most part :) But NEVER under ANY circumstances get her to Beta read for you unless you want no grammar corrected and your entire plotline changed! Talk to you next review P!

Deathly – Hunger – Jackson: Yeah, at least she's with Piper :) Yeah, they're pretty much the worst cabins to suit their personalities. Bwahahah :)

Ravenwolf24: Yeah I know right :) PERSONALITY CLASH ALERT!

ChaserMoonstone: Thanks!

Athena grl: Haha thanks :) you're awesome!

Author 37: Yeah I really get a kick out of your ranting :) Yellow Box… classic lol. Yes! SANUBALT! I love Leo too :) I really enjoyed writing the banter even though it's not like they'll ever date or anything :) Naw, sorry, Ember Blaze is about the end of this book Leo will have somebody, but not before failing to capture the attention of about 10 girls. Unsuccessfully. The prophecy, yeah, I am quite insane :) Bwahahah! You've got about 25% of the prophecy prediction right :) The rest… you're on a slightly different tangent. Ah well, as I said before, I love your rants :) Nico has gotten quite a bit better at anger control! Love the rest of what you say :) oh whoa that's a super long prophecy! Where did you get that one from? Thanks for all of your awesome reviews! Until next update!

The Book Worm Assassin: I have absolutely no idea lol.

Guest: Aww thanks! That was a really nice thing to say :)

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Chapter 10: Carter

Carter walked past the rows of cabin, his mind reeling from the crazy meeting. That entire thing had made no sense. And he had a bad feeling about the cabin he had chosen. He could tell from the moment everybody had smirked at his choice. Ah well, a bit late for changes now. Carter followed the girl who was leading him to his cabin. He had tried to make conversation, but all she responded in one – syllable grunts, as if somebody as feeble as him wasn't worth her time. All he knew was that her name was Clarisse, she didn't like Percy and no, Carter couldn't touch her spear. It made Carter a bit indignant to be ignored so much– he was quite used to being a leader. But he was realising that all of the kids here were used to being leaders too. They were on the same level. He sighed a little. Clarisse stopped suddenly, and Carter nearly ran into her. That would have been awkward. Carter realised that they were at his new cabin. He looked at it and gulped. Let's just say that this wasn't Brooklyn house. Heavy rock music blared from it, and Carter felt as if his ears were about to explode. Holy Horus; did the live like this all the time? The paint job looked like the entire cabin had gotten into a tomato fight and never cleaned up; all of the walls were splattered with red paint. Carter stepped in. It looked like this cabin lived by the rule 'Why use a closet when the floor is closer?' Everything was strewn across the floor; armour, weapons, underwear, food wrappers and pretty much everything else that can physically be thrown on the floor. The barbed wire and stuffed boars head at the door completed the ensemble. Carter looked up to see about two dozen kids scowling at him. Some would have been more than 3 years younger than him, but they made up for it in size and attitude. They all had their muscular arms crossed and were judging him suspiciously. They were all big, buff and stupid looking. Surprising anger flared up inside Carter from just being in this room. He mirrored their scowl.

"Carter is it?" one of them with a flattened, red, blotchy nose said, taking a step closer. Carter immediately nicknamed him Squash Nose, for obvious reasons.

"Who wants to know?" he asked, surprising himself about how tough his voice sounded. He was about to stammer a quick apology, but realised that wouldn't be the best idea. The guy who approached him gave a crooked grin.

"You've got spunk. I'll give you that." Squash Nose said, taking out a wickedly sharp pocket knife from his belt and beginning to calmly clean his fingernails. Clarisse flopped onto one of the rickety wooden beds and everybody else dispersed into the room, although their eyes were still glued to him. Finally the only person left facing Carter was Squash Nose.

"Can you fight?" he demanded, chucking him a sword. Carter caught it singled handedly and swung it over his shoulder, analysing its weight. Pursing his lips, he gave a little experimental jab. It was very foreign feeling. Missing his kopesh terribly, he swung it around a few more times before shaking his head and stabbing it into the ground. Nobody would really notice just one more hole in this mess.

"I'll bring my own toys," he said. Concentrating, he tried to pull his kopesh out of the Duat. Nothing happened. Frustrated, he tried again. Something was blocking him. Suddenly Carter felt more compassion for his sister's struggles. Squash Nose was watching him in amusement, wondering what he was doing. Carter tried again, and this time he felt the handle of his kopesh. Drawing it out, the entire cabin gave a gasp of amazement that they quickly hushed up, embarrassed to show emotion. Squash Nose nodded his head one, impressed. One voice started it, and soon everybody was chanting.

"Fight. Fight. Fight! Fight! FIGHT!" Carter sighed. He looked at Squash Nose, who gave a quick smirk. Carter gathered that fighting and beating this guy was some sort of initiation. And he also gathered nobody expected him to win. He looked him up and down. He was big, but probably slow. Carter gave a sudden experimental jab with his kopesh. May as well get it over and done with. Squash Nose responded with alarming speed and accuracy, flicking his kopesh away from him in an almost lazy whish. This was going to be tougher than he thought. This time Squash Nose struck first with a sharp blow to the stomach that Cater deflected offhand and responded with a quick jab. The watching campers were silent, watching curiously. Squash Nose's eyes narrowed slightly. This time Carter went for the offense, feigning a sideways jab and following up with a crushing blow to the shoulder that would have toppled over any of the Brooklyn House initiates. Instead, Squash Nose deflected it with shocking speed. Carter watched him in awe. Fighting was this guy's second nature. Squash Nose tried a disarming move on his, but Carter smiled as his curved sword just caught Squash Nose's. Cursing, Squash Nose attempted to untangle his sword, wasting a few valuable seconds. Taking full advantage, Carter yanked the sword close to his body, locking them together and gave Squash Nose a hard kick with his knee, sending him sprawling on the floor

"Get him Kevin!" one of the onlookers yelled. Squash Nose's name was Kevin? Really? Squash Nose, or Kevin, leapt to his feet, pure determination etched in his face. Carter was caught in the cheek with the butt of Kevin's sword and staggered backwards, head reeling, eyes unfocused. He lifted his fingers to his cheek, withdrew them and saw blood. Instead of passing out, or throwing up as he would have once done, he took a deep breath and gave a quick, tricky jab with the blunt side of his kopesh, hitting Kevin in the backside. Kevin whirled around, but Carter was already gone. Blades flickering, the two boys faced each other, jabbing and parrying with equal determination.

'Very good Carter! I have been impressed! Now, find his weak defence and send him on a one – way trip to the Duat!' The voice of Horus sounded in Carter's mind.

'Back are we Horus?' he thought. 'I'm not going to kill him!' Carter knocked aside yet another of Kevin's bone shattering whacks with his kopesh, arms aching.

'This boy would kill you! Finish him off, or die heroically!' Horus said with glee, not seeming to mind which outcome it was.

'He wouldn't kill me.' Carter said with certainty. His thoughts were proved immediately as Kevin suddenly dropped his sword and walked back to his bunk, dripping with sweat. Clarisse came towards him.

"Not bad for a first guy, Squirt," she said. "Not everybody manages to face K.J. and… well… remain conscious." A few onlookers snickered; a couple looked embarrassed. Carter gave an indefinite shrug.

"Do you guys think he should stay?" she yelled to everybody. They all gave a sound that Carter guessed was meant to be a greeting cheer but honestly sounded more like a bloodthirsty war cry. Carter coughed.

"Um… thanks?" he ventured. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to be a part of this bunch. I mean, they seemed all right, just a little violent and rough around the edges. Not really Carters style. Still, he felt relieved Sadie hadn't chosen this cabin. Not only would her temper get her in trouble, her fighting skills weren't quite as developed as her magic skills and that wouldn't have helped her here. Carter realised with a start that for almost the first time in his life, he was feeling like a protective big brother. Sadie would've been fine. He looked around at everybody.

"That's yours." Clarisse pointed to the bottom bed of a creaky looking wooden bunk. Something that looked suspiciously like blood was spattered on one post. Carter walked up to it, gave the sheets a cautious sniff and just stopped himself from gagging. The others were watching him in amusement. Carter forced a tough looked and sprawled onto his bed. He hadn't realised how exhausted he was. Today had been massive. His eyelids fluttered and he was asleep.

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Carter was back at Brooklyn House. Looking down at his body, he realised he was part chicken. Ah, got to love ba travel. He looked around and realised a war council was being held around the breakfast table. Zia and Walt were at the head, looking grim faced, features drawn with worry. All of the other initiates were crowded onto the table. Jaz and her new boyfriend Li, Cleo, Felix and everybody else. Carter realised with a guilty feeling that he hadn't thought of any of them since arriving here. They must be panicking…

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"Wake up punk!" somebody yelled at Carter, socking him in the arm for good measure. Carter was ripped out of his dreams and splashed into reality. Looking up, for a moment he didn't know where he was. Then it all came rushing back. The Greek and Roman gods existed. He was at a camp for their children. He was in the Ares cabin. Somebody had just hit him. He groaned and sat up, blinking rapidly. Clarisse ran up to him and began shouting.

"Throw some clothes on! There's trouble." Carter leapt to his feet and realised that he'd fell asleep in yesterday's clothes. No need to change then. He ran outside. The strong smell of smoke hit him instantly. He looked around for the source and saw a hot pink cabin with flames rolling out of the roof. One of his fellow Ares cabin mates ran up to him and growled.

"Grab a bucket! The Aphrodite cabin is on fire."

I'll give you one guess as to who the cause of that was. Thanks for bearing with me thus far! I will update soonish…