Where did my reviews go? I MISS YOU! come back, i need some advice to know where to take the story, or at least to know if you guys like it or not! i have big plans and longer chapters.. but i need me reviews!

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The Sun and the Water (under characters, choose Apollo to find this one)

or The Graces, which has to do with Piper and Jason, as you know.

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Anyways, I NEED TO ADD A NEW CHARACTER TO THIS STORY. PLEASE SUBMIT YOURS! MUST BE A DEMIGOD/NATURE SPIRIT. THE SIBLINGS WILL MEET THIS CHARACTER SOON SO I NEED ALL INPUT SOON! love you! more frequent updates soon!~

Dylan POV

I have stewed for hours about this quest, torturing myself knowing that I can't do or know more than I do now until we get to camp.

We are here. The excitement is rushing all over me. I feel like I'm electrocuted. We're here. We've been driving for hours, and we are here.

It doesn't look like much, but it's true. That's enough for me.

Camp Jupiter.

Percy stops the car and we get out. Melia helps Addy and Ray get their bags, so I take hers for her. I wink at her and she winks back, and then gives me a little punch in the stomach.

The gateway to Little Rome is imposing. Once we get by it, Percy takes us to a very large building. It looks like the tallest building in the whole city. It is made or gold and upon closer inspection appears to be a hotel or some kind, judging by the windows framed with curtains on the inside. Lights turn on and lights turn off. We walk inside to a very extravagant lobby. Percy goes straight to the elevators.

"Annabeth'll take you up from here, ok? I don't really like the going up part," he says, gesturing to the elevator. "Get zapped every time I do."

We don't ask.

She already has her key card, which lets us into an enormous family-of –ten suite. Addy and Ray are running around shouting out all the cool things, from "PIANO!" to "XBOX KINECT!" Melia has picked out her room and she and Annabeth sit in very deep discussion. I can't hear them, but I know not to bother them. For me, I went out on the balcony and looked out at the bay. It is so pretty in the sunset. I can practically taste the water. If I could dive from here, I would. For a second, I think I see someone alone on the shore wave at me, but I must be wrong. They can't know who I am.

I don't even know who I am.

We eat a dinner of macaroni and cheese and some carrots. A meal for a little kid, but Melia, Ray, and Addy are eating it up. It seems silly to me. We sit in silence pretending to be clueless little kids when there is so much to know.

"So. What is it?" I ask bluntly.

Annabeth and Melia share a glance.

"What?" Annabeth asks innocently.

"What you two were talking about. You told Melia. I want to know. And say it in front of Addy and Ray, whatever it is. We need to know," I say. I'm getting a little annoyed. We can't just be tossed into situations like this and expect to handle things fine. A quest? I had no idea what that a few hours ago. I need some explanations.

Annabeth sighs and drops her fork onto her plate with a clink.

"We were discussing the quest; you know that. Melia… wanted to know a little more about it. She wanted to know who exactly it was you were collecting and why. It's kind of complicated and difficult, so it took a long time to explain and let her work out for herself. Our friend, Rachel, is the oracle. The oracle gives us prophecies that we must follow. Exactly a decade ago, when Percy and I were ready to leave camp – we wanted to go to the college in Little Rome here – right before we could leave, Rachel came and found us under the influence of the oracle. This is exceptionally strange, because, while Rachel will always come and hang out with us as a friend, as the oracle she is reclusive and never seeks anyone out to hear her prophecies. This is what she told us, all those years ago:

The four born of many shall go it alone,

The four of the sky, the lightning that shone,

The search for the next heroes is finally to fall,

When joined with the others they will rule all.

We think it means that you are supposed to find the demigods of Zeus. Four kids. The worst of it all is that we just got an Iris-message, and… you're leaving in three days, so after tonight you have a crash course on mythology, fighting monsters, and all kinds of demons to watch out for. I'm SO sorry guys, but, like always, we have to be done with this by the summer solstice. Bring back the kids. Do not fail. I won't tell you what she says will happen if you don't get them. I am so sorry, but I can't do anything. Please understand."

We say nothing.

Melia POV

I liked camp more than I thought I would. I just thought that we would get a little more time to be there. Well, we all thought that.

When we got to the camp, Dylan was led off one way with a bunch of dark-haired boys, Ray was drawn away by a lot of littler kids like him, and so was Addy. Me, I was pulled off in the direction of the classrooms with a girl who introduced herself as Sierra. She was a daughter of Ceres, she said. Her hair was very golden, and hung like in a sheet. Her eyes were brown. Her face had a sympathetic quality. She was several inches and several pounds larger than me. Each time I explained something bad, she clucked or gave my hand a little squeeze or wrapped her arm around my shoulders. She was like a very affectionate big sister or a mother. This was her last year at Camp Jupiter. She was going to be training me for the next three days.

Our first stop was the armory. I kind of enjoyed it, really. Since I had such short notice on my quest, I got my choice of two weapons. I chose a small dagger belonging once to Cassandra of Troy, and also a very long, balanced sword. It had inscriptions all up and down the blade, but these did not decrease its ability to function properly.

Next, we went shopping. There is a camp store, which, so appearing to the common eye is just a place for kids who forgot toothbrushes or deodorant to come and purchase, or maybe a soda or a T-shirt or a poncho. But in the back was a secret mall made by the Aphrodite girls. There was a nail and hair salon, a large jewelry selection, and an enormous department store, with everything from prom dresses to sports bras. Sierra went and got me a bathing suit, a very durable purple t-shirt, stiff jeans (which I'm sure I could rock if I tried) and boots. Beautiful, sturdy, practical, functional boots. I also got a pink zip-up sweatshirt that read: Rome Fishing, in San Francisco since 1909! Sierra declared this my uniform and we moved on.

Our next stop was our cabin. Since we were as of yet unclaimed or undecided, and we didn't know who exactly we were legacies of, nor did anyone want to have us in their legion seeing as we were so new and on probatio, we were put in a little lean-to, just us, because it was meant for only four max, with two bunk beds. I guess people got claimed or decided pretty fast around here. I claimed one top bunk for me and one for Ray, because I know enough about Ray to know he would be scared to sleep under someone. Then it dawned on me: The other kids know this, too. Would they have given Ray the bunk he needed anyway? I can't tell anymore.

Addy POV

I don't know how we would have survived without the next three days of training. I could shoot a bow and arrow perfectly (no surprise, thanks Apollo) and I was a whiz at the makeup table (the Venuses said it was essential to know in case we came across a cute boy) and I excelled at swim and dive. I could put up a good fight with my sword and my dagger was lethal. I hoped I didn't have to use it!

At the end of day 3, we were all laying in our room, sighing and thinking. Our clothes and weapons were packed. We had zipblocks of nectar and ambrosia and minds full of fears and worries. How any of us managed to sleep that night I have no idea. It felt like we were being thrown into the Hunger Games.

I could hear Dylan and Ray sleeping, their calm sighs puncturing my scared mood. I had to talk to somebody.

"Melia?" I whispered.

"Yeah?" I could see her moving by the nightlight we had planted in the wall. None of us liked the total dark.

"What's up, Addy? You're worried, huh? Talk to me," she whispered, shifting to face me.

"I'm just… I'm really scared Mel. I don't know… I don't know what's going on and… and I don't understand much. And I don't know if I should trust you guys. I mean, you're good-looking and you seem nice but… do you love me?" I don't know why I asked. It was stupid. We barely knew each other and then were supposed to be sisters.

She doesn't talk for a long time. I'm afraid she went to sleep to avoid my question, but I needed an answer.

"Yeah," she finally whispers, "yeah, I love you, Addy."

And I can fall asleep.

R&R All and give me those possible characters!