A/N I write this yesterday and accidentally deleted it. I rewrote it today and it's definitely better. Don't forget to leave suggestions and comment. I'll cite you. Enjoy! ;D

I could feel the heat radiating around me. I reached for the knife on the nightstand beside me, but it was too far. Then I saw my bow. I concentrated and the arrow appeared in my hand. I twirled it around and began sawing frantically at the ropes on my right hand. Finally, the rope snapped. I stretched and was able to grab the knife and cut my left hand and feet loose. I raced out of Cabin 3 and rang the alarm.

It was a horrible thing to do, but it was a bit ironic. I mean, the Poseidon cabin was burning down. Then it hit me. Theo was still missing. He and Percy hadn't come when the alarm was sounded. They wouldn't be able to put the fire out.

As I thought all hope was lost, a blonde man with sky blue eyes like my dad's sprinted towards the cabin. His son? No. It was his demigod brother, the legendary Jason Grace. Behind him was his wife, Piper and their children. As he approached the cabin, he started a storm and it rained, putting the blaze out.
Leo ran up to the couple and gave them friendly hugs and they began to talk while Annabeth walked by and took the children to her cabin to go to sleep.

"Hey Leo," Jason said, "We came as soon as you said you were having problems. It seems they are worse than we anticipated."

"I guess you could say that our problems are SKY HIGH." Leo laughed at his own bad joke while Jason rolled his eyes. "Seriously though. I told you not to come. I just wanted advice. It looks like we did need you, but Percy is going to want to talk to you... when we find him. You were supposed to keep Demeter's Farm safe."

Percy had told us about Demeter's Farm the night before. It was like Camp Half-Blood with its magical borders and safety for demigods. Demeter's Farm was for demigod families. Most of the residents were Greeks because Roman demigods often settled in New Rome. They grew their own crops, tended to their own animals, and taught their own kids. A few of the families that lived there were the Jacksons, the Graces, Katie and Travis Stoll and their son, and the Rodriguez family. There were others, but Percy started to drift of and talk about the lake they had there and it got boring. Obviously, the families were worried that our problem would reach them and endanger their kids.

"Katie and Travis have it covered. If we need reinforcements, I'll call Chris and Clarisse to help out," spoke Jason.

We searched for hours. Everybody except the Hephaestus kids and Athena kids, who were fixing up the cabin, were expected to help search. A few of the children of Ares and Aphrodite were laughing and messing around. Obviously they were the ones who started burning down the cabin.

"Hey! I found them!" screamed Laralie, who was being my friend today. Percy and Theo were tied to a few trees in the forest, beaten to unconsciousness. Rex, a 12 year old son of Dionysus, threw up when he saw their bodies. As many campers, including myself, started crying, the senior counselor of the Apollo cabin, Phillip, examined them.

"They are alive, but it may take a while to heal them. The wounds on Percy seem to be less severe than those on Theo. Can I have a few people, preferably from my cabin, to help get them to the infirmary and help me treat them." Half the Apollo cabin helped them get to the infirmary.

As I walked back to my cabin, which was already fixed, I had to walk past my least favorite campers of all. Nicole, daughter of Aphrodite and Brittany, daughter of Ares. They were best friends that insisted on making camp a nightmare for me. They had many followers in their cabins, but not all of them were bad. These two were particularly terrible. Nicole had wavy black hair down to her shoulders with brown highlights. Her eyes were dark blue, like the night sky. Brittany had long red hair down to her waist and green eyes that looked like muck. They smirked at me as I walked by and Brittany muttered "loser".
To my surprise, a girl punched her in the nose. The girl had straight blonde hair down her back with a blue streak on the right side. Her eyes were brown with glints of red, like a burning flame. She was wearing a leather jacket, a black tee, and some gray sweats, probably because it was three AM.

"Hey Alex! I'm Bree," the girl said, "I'm sorry about my half-sister, Brittany. She can die and go to Tartarus!"

Apparently getting laughed at can make lasting friends. Friends that aren't afraid to punch people that behave like a big pile of minotaur dung.

Thanks for reading! Love you guys! Comments and suggestions are appreciated. I might start a new fic soon, but I think I should finish this one first. Don't worry though, we have a ways to go!