Sorry I didnt update that fast! Well anyway, here's chapter 10. i took .'s advice on the whole Erik thing. Thanks:) and if anyone has an idea for a better summary, please tell me cuz im not really happy with the one I have now. anyhoo please review:) and enjoy=p

"Hey, Mia," I felt someone shaking me.

I opened my eyes blearily, Where was I? What was I doing here? Where were mom and Bree..? I thought.

Then yesterday came crashing down on me. I was a half-blood. My mom had a freaking one night stand with a god. Bree's dead. I had no more brownies. I sat up, putting a hand to my head feeling the stiches there. I saw Jason dressed in a pair of basket-ball shorts and a blue shirt, smiling at me.

"Morning, breakfast is in an hour.

Looks like you're healing up!" He said, gesturing at my various healing bruises and burns.

Even my stiches were feeling less and less noticeable. I got up, took a shower, and got dressed. When the horn (Jason said it was a conch horn) sounded, we went to the dining hall for breakfast.

"Jason!" A voice called.

"Hey Piper," Jason said.

I turned around; it was the girl who punched Drew in the knee. She had brown choppy, uneven hair with random braids coming out of it. She looked like the type of girl who doesn't care about looks, but she still looked pretty with her kaleidoscope eyes. When she caught up with us, she formally introduced herself to me.

"Hey Mia, I'm Piper."

"Hi!" I said.

"Sorry about Drew, if she's been mean to you or anything." Piper said.

"After I took leadership of the Aphrodite cabin from her, she's been acting like a huge bitch. Then again, it's not like she wasn't one before; she's just a lot WORSE."

I shook my head, "I had this shirt back home that said I'm Allergic to Haters and I just wish I had it here to wear it."

Jason laughed, "C'mon, were gonna miss breakfast."

As we entered the dining hall, a million conversations at once were going on. Kim waved at me from the Apollo table where she was eating breakfast with her brothers and sisters. When I got my breakfast of French toast, I walked over to the brazier, waved at the little girl who was tending the hearth, and scraped some of it in it. When I finished my breakfast, Jason had a time table of activities.

"Okay, first we have sword fighting with the Ares cabin."

"Um, Ares is the war god right?" I asked nervously,

"Yeah, I know their good fighters, but so are you. Even though you don't have any experience." Jason said.

"Is sword fighting like fencing? 'Cause my mom made me take lessons and I've won a few competitions." I said, using my fork as a makeshift foil (I'm pretty sure that's what you call the 'sword' in fencing).

He laughed, "Maybe. I just realized something,"

"Hmm?"

"If you die, I'll get to have my own room again!"

I grinned and mock punched his arm. "You wish!"

He grinned. I grabbed the time table, "Let's go to the-"

I glanced down at the time table, "Sword arena."

We walked down the trail, into the sword arena where we saw Annabeth and the Ares cabin were waiting. "Okay!" Annabeth said,

"Let's go over some strategies to disarming your opponents."

An Ares kid went up to help her demonstrate the strategies. "Now, I'll give you your partners."

A chorus of sneers and taunts went up from the Ares kids. "Jason, you'll be with Sherman, Mia you'll be with Ryan,"

The whole entire cabin started to laugh and smirk at him, telling him 'not to break her' that made me so pissed off, not the first time that people underestimated me. She gave them all a death glare, kinda like the one she gave the fury but not as terrifying. They all shut up as she rattled off a bunch of other names.

"Now practise!" She commanded as she started hacking a battle dummy.

The Ryan guy came forward and grabbed his sword. Like most of the other Ares kids, he was perfectly muscled, but he also had a nice tan (also like Erik), and stormy blue eyes kinda the colour before a bad storm and black wavy hair. But unlike the Ares kids, he was hot. Like badass hot. But whatever, at the time, he was trying to kill me. I forced my finger nail to press the little button on my ring. Immediately, the sword spiralled out.

"Let's start." He said.

I nodded at him. He started striking me with his sword. I parried his shot with my own sword. This was just like fencing! Except the sharp object was heavier. I blocked his shot to my chest with my own sword. I slashed at him but he parried the strike and lunged. I side stepped, and that's how it went pretty much went the whole fight. He slashed at me, I blocked or I slashed at him and he blocked. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face. Then it hit me; use one of the most basic disarming techniques. I left an opening, pretending I was too tired notice; he gave a small smile and attacked. Sure enough, it worked. His sword clattered on the ground. He looked surprised mixed in with budding respect. I pointed my sword to his throat, breathless. I looked around; everyone was staring at us like hell. I instantly felt self- conscious, picked up his sword and handed it to him. He hesitated a little, but he put his hand on mine, taking the sword. Even though the touch was for a fraction of a second, a tingling spread throughout my body. Annabeth grinned at me, giving me the thumbs up sign. Jason eyes were wide, but still, he too gave me the thumbs up sign. The Ares cabin had a look of grudging respect in their eyes. Then, the horn went, signalling the change of activities. After some foot racing (which I was pretty good at), climbing the wall (which had actual fire at the top if you didn't climb it fast enough), and finally,

"We have to go the archery range." Jason said.

We walked down the trail, until we saw some Apollo kids, aiming arrows towards targets. "Hey." Erik said, coming up to us.

My heart kinda fluttered, "Hi Erik," I said.

Then Kim came up to us, "Hi Mia, Jason."

Jason gave her a smile and nodded. "So, do any of you guys wanna help me so I don't end up killing myself?"

Erik let out a laugh, "Sure."

Kim winked at me, while Jason was looking at us kinda weird. I picked up a bow with and notched an arrow, aiming it at the target. He stared at me, nodding at me to go on. I shot it, but it landed on the outer rings, but considering I've never shot an arrow in my life, pretty good.

"Okay, pretty good," he said,

"but you gotta have a proper stance," he put his hands on my shoulders and physically fixed my stance.

"Okay," he said, right beside my ear,

"gently pull back," I pulled back,

"release." He breathed.

I obeyed, and the arrow flew straight and impaled itself on the bulls-eye. He gave me a high-five, "good job!"

I turned around, smiling, "all thanks to you though."

The conch horn sounded for dinner, he flashed me a smile "See you,"

"Yaah," I said, real intelligently.

Dinner and the campfire was a complete blur. Soon it was time for lights- out.

...

No one bothered to tell me that half-bloods had bad dreams. I was in a dark, wet cave that was pretty much empty except for a two people. A lady, all wispy as if she were a ghost and a girl with brunette coloured hair with gray eyes, like Annabeth's. She was all sweaty with scars and bruises marking up her body, like me after I fought the hellhounds and the fury but worse, At least I got medical (well somewhat) attention.

"Puny little hero. You will never get out of here," She said gleefully.

She looked so scary, I shuddered. Even though I was there in dream form, her presence just gave off instant fear. Off in the corner, the girl was in a bronzish, blackish cage, looking straight ahead. "No one is going to come rescue you. My patron will make sure of that."

Then, as if she knew I was there, she turned towards me and then her face changed into something so scary, I don't even wanna talk about it. I would've liked to be stuck in the fury's (aka Madame Richàrd's) French class, anything but seeing what I saw in that nightmare. I woke up in cold sweat and looked at the digital clock. 5:30 AM. Whatever, I couldn't go back to sleep having to that and the girl in the cave in my dreams. Jason was still fast asleep so I changed into a pair of basketball shorts, a red V-neck shirt. I pulled on Bree's shoes and put my hair in a ponytail. I went out, quietly and jogged out. I started my jog, around the beach, the climbing wall, and the archery range; finally I started jogging down the trail to the sword arena. I could hear someone inside the gym, so I quietly went down to see who would be in there at about 6 am in the morning. It was Ryan, looking really cute with the sweat dripping down in his chin and his chest (yeah, he had no shirt on, sigh) practising on one of the dummy's. Before I could leave, without looking up, he said

"I know you're there." while hacking the dummy.

I walked over to him. When the dummy was completely in pieces, he looked up at me, wiping his brow. I know it was wrong, but I looked at his chest, against my better judgement, it was like an urge. I guess he caught me looking and smirked. I looked at the floor, hopefully I wasn't blushing.

"So," he said,

"What're you doing up at 6 am?"

"I've been up since 5, jogging. Bad dream."

"Oh, just one of the things that make being a half-blood a living hell. You should tell Chiron, it could mean something important."

"Yeah, thanks."

"So," he said picking up his sword,

"Wanna go again?"

The corners of his mouth upturned. "Sure," I said, smiling,

"I like to kick- ass."

End of chapter 10!=D as always, please review:)