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Ten

The ground was actually a lot closer than it looked.

That sentence could be interpreted to you as good or bad. For me? It was bad.

Because when I finally hit the ground, I hit it HARD. My feet literally slammed onto the ground, but thankfully, I knew enough about jumping off of things to know to bend your knees when you land. It absorbs the shock or something, and keeps you from breaking your ankles.

Unfortunately, it didn't stop actual force of hitting the ground. Sometime during the fall, my other sneaker had come off. I was bare-foot and my feet physically burned on the dirt. The shock of the fall had almost brought me to my knees, but with effort, I managed to stay upright. For a few seconds, I couldn't actually move from fear that I would walk away and leave my feet behind.

I had crash-landed so hard that around ground around me was actually cracked. It was shaking from the force of my fall. The campers that had gathered around the base of the tree took a few steps back. The flag was still clutched in my fist, but I risk moving anything. If something was broken, I was only to make it worse.

Except, my feet was the only place I could feel pain. Nothing else hurt. As a test, I held my breath and then took two quick steps back. No pain, I realized.

Just as the campers around me starting pointing their weapons at me, shouts rose up from the forest. All of a sudden, blue-teamed campers poured into the glen, fighting with everything they had. Everyone started yelling, running, and fighting—and not necessarily in that order.

A couple of enemy campers ran at me, but I ran straight toward them, taking them by surprise. Most of them jumped away or slashed at me with their weapons. I managed to dodge or block most of the attacks, but luckily, Travis and Conner weren't too far off. They jumped in and helped me fend off the rest. Spotting an opening, I turned and ran into the woods with the Stolls at my heels.

I traveled off the beaten path and the three of us ducked behind some trees as a few red team campers stormed past, yelling about the flag. I hissed as leaves and branches pulled at my arm cut. Thankfully, it had stopped bleeding, but it didn't look like it would be healing anytime soon.

We all crouched down and the Stolls inched closer, forming a little huddle-triangle. Travis said, "The boarder's just north of here. It should be easy to get across the boarder now. No one knows we're hiding here. As soon as we cross the boarder, we win!"

Looking down, my eyes widened. "I have the flag," I realized in shock.

"I have the flag!" I repeated, sitting up on my knees and shoving it in Travis' face. "I can't believe it! I did it!"

Conner wiggled around, too, joining in on my awkward happy dance. "Congrats!" he cheered. "You were awesome! I can't believe you had the guts to jump out of the tree!"

"Jump out of the tree?" I snorted and Travis took the flag from my fist. "I had to jump into the tree first!"

Conner laughed. "That, my friend," he said, holding out his hand, "deserves one epic fist-bump."

I returned the gesture with a flourish. "Let's get this flag home," I told him. I reached over to Travis, trying to take the flag.

He sat up, moving it out my reach. "Wait—look at this," Travis said, staring at the flag.

I brushed my hair out of my face, unsticking it from my sweaty forehead. "What now?"

Travis didn't move. He was still frozen. "Look at the flag," he stated again. "Look. At. The flag."

"Leila…" Conner started, glancing at the flag over his brother's shoulder. "Are you sure you grabbed the right flag?"

Barely breathing, I nodded. "Completely," I said. "I'm sure it was the right flag, Ares symbol and everything. Why? What's wrong with the flag?"

"Well," Conner muttered, taking the flag and turning it over in his hands. "It's not supposed to change until we cross the boarder but this definitely isn't the Ares flag."

"Unless…" Travis trailed off and they both stared at me.

Quickly, I grabbed the flag from them. "No! Oh, gods, no! What—I mean—I don't even—," I stammered in horror. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the flag. It was a living nightmare. "I don't understand…" I moaned.

"The flag changes," Travis explained impassively. "It transforms and redecorates itself to match the cabin you belong to."

"This is not Hermes symbol," I managed, gasping.

The Stolls looked at each other, and then Conner reached out and took the flag. Gingerly, he folded the flag into a small ball, covering the symbol. From a far away, you could barely see any difference. It could still be the Ares' flag. But it definitely wasn't.

His brother took the flag from him and tucked it securely into my hand. "You've been claimed," he said and patted my hand.

"If this is some kind of trick," I warned, wringing the flag in my hand. "I'll gut you both—"

Travis cut me off before I even finished my threat. "We wouldn't joke about this, Leila."

"Hold on! You're telling me my dad is—"

I never got to finish. A deadly growled cut through the air. Still on our knees, the three of us froze then slowly turned to left where the bushes and trees met dense forest.

In between two branches, glowing red eyes stared back. Without moving anymore than completely necessary, Conner muttered, "Whatever you do, do not panic."

"Back away slowly and it might not follow," Travis managed to mutter out of the corner of his mouth. Carefully, the boys and I began backing out of the bush. The process of shuffling along on our knees was awkward and tedious, but the creature hasn't lunged for our necks yet so I could only hope our plan was working.

Eventually, we reached the path. The red team was no where in sight—thank the gods—and the creature didn't seem interested in following us. When we were standing upright again, the Stolls let out a huge breath. "That was close! I thought for sure that thing was going to follow—"

Another growl erupted from the bushes. Birds and squirrels went running and I was about to join them, but once I finally got a look at the thing in the bushes, I couldn't move. Fear had literally paralyzed me. The creature looked like a dog—but I was sure dogs do not grow to be that big. With it sharp claws and razor-like teeth, this thing could take down any Rottweiler without blinking.

Conner let out a yelp, hopping a bit in shock while raising his sword I defense. "Hellhound," Travis stated looking a bit more calm than I felt. He stood with his sword out high like he expected it to leap straight at us.

Following the Stolls example, I got my weapon ready just in case. I unslung the bow from it's place on my back and quickly notched a arrow. I aimed for right between the monster's eyes and waited.

Conner took a step back, testing if we could make a run for it. Even though the hellhound's eyes never left mine, it stalked forward three more paces as a response to Conner's actions. Hoping I didn't ruin everything, I quietly suggested, "Run?"

Travis' eyes flickered to mine then focused back on the monster. "Hellhounds are nearly impossible to outrun," he explained, not moving. "They attacked as soon as their target moves."

"It's our only chance," Conner said. "It'll attack soon anyway. Let's try."

"Conner's right. We can't fight it alone so we've got to outrun it to the boarder," I told them. "On three, we make a run for it."

Conner tensed. "One," he muttered.

"Two," Travis said with a nod.

I released my grip the arrow went flying, missing my target and skimming across the creature's face instead. "Three!" I shouted, whirling around and taking off with Travis and Conner at my side. Behind us, the hellhound let out a wail of anger, and we ran faster.

Later on, I'm pretty sure we actually passed some campers during our mad dash to the creek. They might have even tried to stop us, but honestly, capture the flag was the last thing on my mind. All I could really focus on was that death was literally snapping at our heels.

Other team members met us at the boarder, yelling and cheering. We were going to make it! I wasn't going to die at age twelve! I wanted to feel relieved, but I felt like I was going to have a heart attack instead. I'm not sure I could've slowed down if I wanted to! The three of us tore across the boarder—completely jumping over the creek—and crashed onto the ground on our own side.

Even as we stood up and cheers rose up around us, none of us dropped our weapons. We were so tense I thought we were going to snap. The flag was a crumpled mess in my fist, but I couldn't bring myself to relax it.

Luke broke through the crowd with a laugh. "Well, I want to say I saw it coming," he glanced at us ruefully, "but that would be a lie. I didn't see this coming at all." A dark look passed of his expression for a minute, but I brushed it off. This was Luke, for goodness sake. I was getting more and more paranoid by the day.

"Where's Percy?" I demanded, still gripping the flag.

"Over there," Luke told me, pointing behind him. I muttered thanks and ignored the strange looks he was giving me. A few other people congratulated me, but I couldn't bring myself to even smile at them.

"Nice job," Annabeth said as I approached her and Percy. "I've got to admit, I thought Luke would get the flag."

"Uh, thanks," I said, tucking my flag-filled fist into my side. "Sorry I ruined your plan."

Annabeth narrowed her eyes. "The plan was to get the flag. My plan did not fail."

"Congrats," Percy said, kicking some water off his sneakers.

"Percy," I muttered, completely ignoring the fact that he was standing in the creek. "I need to show you something."

"What's wrong?" he asked, lowering his voice to match mine.

Turning away from Annabeth, I jumped down into the water next to him. I wasn't even sure where to start but I tried—starting with the important thing first. "The flag changes. It—"

"How did you get that?" Annabeth cut in, pointing to Percy's arm. Immediately, my hand clamped down, covering my own arm from view. Annabeth was smart. She would notice if I had a completely identical cut in the exact same spot.

Percy looked down at the scratch she pointed to, and shrugged. "Sword cut," he said, my anger building slightly toward Clarisse. "What do you think?"

"It looks weeks old," I realized in horror. I was afraid to check my own arm, but I had my cut was also gone.

"She's right," Annabeth said. "It was a sword cut. Look at it."

"I—I don't get it," Percy stammered as the scar completely healed over and disappeared.

I grabbed Percy's wrist and tried to pull him away from Annabeth. "Percy—"

"Step out of the water," Annabeth told him.

Percy started. "What—"

By now, I realized I might have been a couple seconds too late. Considering the hard thinking look on Annabeth's face, she knew. "Percy, please," I tried.

Annabeth narrowed her eyes at me then glanced back at Percy. "Just do it," she said.

He stepped out of the water and almost fell fully over. I cursed and reached out to catch him before he hit the ground. I dropped the flag in the process.

Annabeth bent down and picked the discarded flag. "Styx," she cursed, examining the flag. "This is not good. I didn't want... I assumed it would be Zeus..."

I put Percy's arm over my shoulder. "Annabeth, not now," I growled, hoping she would actually listen. "Something tried to attack us—"

Before I could finish, another bone-chilling howl ripped through the air, silencing the entire camp. Panic froze me in spot. For a second, everything stopped. My heart skipped a beat and my breath got caught in my throat.

After that, chaos broke lose. Chiron shouted. Aphrodite girls backed up and screamed. Ares kids grabbed their weapons. Travis and Conner started elbowing their way through over to me. I grabbed Percy's sword from him without dropping my brother back in the creek.

Another howl rang clear through the shouting and then it was there. Standing on the rocks above us was the hellhound. It bared its teeth and growled low in its throat—it clearly wasn't happy we had gotten away.

"Run!" Annabeth shouted at us, but it was just a little to late.

The hellhound lunged, leaping over the rest of the campers and coming straight for Percy and I. At the last second, Percy shoved me aside letting the beast totally tackle him.

"No!" I screamed as I landed in the creek. Instantly, I pulled myself upright, whirled around, and threw the sword straight at the monster.

I'm not sure what told me this was a good idea. It was probably a really bad idea. I mean, I could've hit Percy. For some reason it just made sense to send an extremely sharp object huddling through the air. (My mom would probably have a few choice words for that stunt.) But imagine my surprise when I ran over and found Percy's sword—the sword I had thrown—impaled deep in the monster's back.

I didn't have time to focus on the sword though. Percy could be dying. I kneeled down and pushed the hellhound body off of Percy. "Oh, gods," I muttered, looking at the blood.

"Di immortales!" Annabeth said. "That's a hellhound from the Fields of Punishment. They don't... they're not supposed to..."

"Someone summoned it," Chiron announced gravely. "Someone inside the camp."

"It's all Percy's fault!" Clarisse shouted. "Percy summoned it!"

"Shut up!" I roared, smacking my hand onto the ground. The rocks under my hand cracked and ground shook just like it did when I jumped from the tree but this time—it shook hard. A few campers wobbled around like they were having trouble keeping their balance, but Clarisse completely toppled over. She hit the ground with a loud THUD and the shaking died away.

Everyone but Annabeth literally took one step a back.

"You're wounded," Annabeth told my brother. "Quick, Percy, get in the water,"

"I'm okay," he protested, trying to sit up.

"No, you're not," I growled, throwing one of his arms over my shoulder again. "Annabeth, help me."

She threw aside the flag and grabbed his other arm, helping me stand Percy up in the creek. The cuts instantly started healing and then I was the one sagging against Percy—but in relief.

He was an idiot. Keeping him out of trouble was like… well, like trying to control water. If it wasn't properly controlled or contained, it spread out and covered whatever it could, affecting everything within reach. It was natural.

"Look, I—I don't know why," Percy start, trying to explain. "I'm sorry…"

"Percy, stop," I told him quietly. The campers were staring at us—but not in the way I expected. We were obviously missing something.

"Guys," Annabeth said, pointing. "Um…" Percy and I glanced up just in time to see it. It was faint, but there was no use denying it. We had been publicly claimed.

"Your father," Annabeth continued, probably not even realizing that she was talking aloud. "This is really not good."

Chiron picked up the flag from where Annabeth had dropped it. He held up for everyone to see. "It is determined," he said. His voice echoed around the forest and campers started kneeling in respect.

"Our father?" Percy choked out.

"Poseidon. Earth-shaker, Strom-bringer, Father of Horses," Chiron announced. "Hail, Perseus and Leila Jackson, Twins of the Sea God."

I looked down at the green silk flag with the silver gleaming trident on it. "We're so screwed," I mumbled, closing my eyes in horror.

Our last night in the Hermes cabin was very different from others. People still joked around and campers still laughed or complained about the bed situation but everyone avoided us. It was like Percy and I had suddenly developed this dangerous disease that was highly contagious through contact of any kind—or worse, it was like Percy and I had never part of the Hermes cabin at all.

Luke muttered a quick congratulations about being claimed and then help us pack up our stuff the next morning but I got the feeling he was a bit mad at us. Whether for being claimed so quickly or because I stole his shiny moment in capture the flag, I couldn't be sure.

I want to say things got better after we were moved to cabin three, but I'd be lying.

Percy and I had our own table at meals and there was no counselor to tell us when to wake up or go to bed. The Poseidon cabin had tons of space. There were so many extra bunks Percy and I each could've changed beds for a straight week and we wouldn't have used all of them. There was a closet with special shelves for clothes, weapons, and whatever else demigods might want to have. We our own clean marble bathroom and the entire cabin was air-conditioned with special air that smelled like a fresh sea breeze.

By far, the Poseidon cabin was the nicest place I had ever lived.

But it was also the most empty. The two of us were absolutely miserable.

Hanging out with Percy was fine, but we usually had some kind of buffer. I mean, he was my best friend… but he was still my twin brother. We argued all the time so before either of us had even sat down in our new cabin, we were ready to kill each other.

No, Percy, I do not appreciate you leaving your shoes in the middle of the cabin. There's room in the closet for that.

Yes, Percy, I do except you to put that Minotaur horn somewhere other than that unused bed over there. We have plenty of shelf space for that.

Yes, Percy, I will be leaving my toothbrush by the sink. And NO, you can't use it.

It only took me a total of twelve seconds to realize that Percy and I had never lived together. We had spent summers sharing a room but when you live with Gabe, everything is always messy. In the summer, I got lazy. Why would I bother picking up Percy's or my stuff when it could be replaced with so much worse? I guess I'd never thought that Percy was naturally this messy. I probably should've though because he was a pretty typical boy.

Before you judge, just remember: you have never lived with Percy Jackson. Also, don't think I was being a crazy-neat-freak-Nazi either because I wasn't. I just didn't like having socks and candy wrappers everywhere, thank you very much.

And things only got worse from there.

Nobody really talked to us—and when they did, they never stood too close or looked us in the eye. They were scared. Although, after hearing what Percy did to the Ares campers plus the hellhound and what happens to the ground when I jumped from the tree (Annabeth called it a "mini-earthquake"), I didn't really blame them. None of those experiences had been fun for Percy and I either. I wanted to forget as much as they did, or maybe even more.

I wanted to forget about it and move back into the Hermes cabin. I didn't get the chance to talk to Travis and Conner, but I got the feeling they were avoiding me. After all, it was pretty obvious the hellhound had almost killed all of us just because it wanted me dead. And it was just my luck that the only people who would still acknowledge that Percy and I stilled existed were Luke, Chiron, and Annabeth (sort of).

Annabeth was still teaching us Ancient Greek every morning, but it was extremely formal. She never relaxed and would glare at us a lot. I also found it hard to concentrate on the Greek when she purposely set her knife out on the table every morning and started playing with it when I asked her a question. I got the feeling she didn't like us very much anymore.

Luke continued to give Percy and I sword lessons. They were strictly one-on-one now and Luke didn't hold back. "You're going to need all the training you can get," he told us. "Now let's try that viper-beheading strike again. Fifty more repetitions." Luke quickly became the toughest teacher I've ever had—and I've literally been taught by a creature from hell. He also became my least favorite person at camp. If he near, I was leaving with a new sword-sized bruise. It was a vicious type of torture, too, since Percy and I got double the amount of bruises. Every time we missed and Luke managed to get us, we both flinched. To top it off, my skill with a sword wasn't improving at all. I left each lesson feeling horrible and caught Percy giving me exasperated looks. I knew I was causing most of the bruises.

Just like the mind-connection, we didn't tell anyone about the shared bruises or scratches. No need to label ourselves as even greater freaks. The biggest problem was we couldn't figure out any kind of pattern. We shared the pain when Clarisse shocked Percy and when he got scratched, but not when the hellhound attacked. We also both got the bruises that Luke gives each of us. Our best guess was that demigods had to inflict the wound and then we would share it.

Chiron taught us archery. That was easier for me and also a lot less painful. It was almost impossible for us to get hurt, but Percy somehow managed to figure out a way. He was as hopeless with a bow as I was with a sword.

We were quite a pair. And everyone at Camp Half-Blood was watching our misery.

It was time for a break. Percy had gone to look for Grover and I decided—for the sake of our sanity—it was time for the Jacksons to have some time apart.

I went back to my empty cabin and tossed my practice blade onto one of the unused beds. "Oh, gods," I muttered, staring at my blade. "I'm becoming as lazy as Percy." I shivered and quickly put the blade on one of the sword shelves. Besides our practice swords, there wasn't anything else in the cabin.

The whole cabin was almost too big. It felt like all the empty air was slowly suffocating me. The entire place was way too depressing. There were no pictures or personal decorations. The only signs of life were some our unmade beds and the Minotaur horn.

Glancing around, I grudging felt grateful towards the dirty pair of socks Percy had forgotten to pick up this morning. He might be annoyingly messy by accident, but his small messes also made the cabin feel a little bit more like home. I shrugged and took off my shoe. Without another thought, I tossed them into the middle of the cabin. I grinned. Still trying to make this place feel more like home, I went into the closet to hunt out our extra set of clothes.

There were a lot of drawers built into the closet walls so it was only natural that I couldn't remember which drawers we had decided to use—and I still had a theory that Percy wasn't using drawers at all. Shrugging, I realized it wouldn't take long and looking for our clothes might be worth it. I started my search on the left and worked around the room from the there.

The first three drawers were empty, but the fourth drawer turned out to be full—but not of our stuff.

This drawer was a lot bigger than the others and it was almost completely filled with junk. Wedged together was a collection of notes, old pictures, broken glass pieces—I even caught sight of an old monster claw.

My heart beat faster as I began looking through everything. Carefully I cleared away the broken glass and layer thick dust. I picked up the pictures first. They were so old most of the pictures had melted together creating a strange collage of black-and-white soup but one or two of them still had a relatively clear image.

One of them was a picture of the Poseidon cabin's porch—except there were teenagers on it. Almost all of them looked about seventeen years old, and every single one had jet-black hair exactly like mine. These people were my siblings, I thought. I had other siblings! Yes, they had all probably died years ago—but this was beyond cool! The second picture was taken at the beach. There was a bonfire roaring and I was able to recognize some of the people around the fire from the first photo of the cabin. I flipped over the pictures, but there wasn't anything written on the back. No names, no dates.

The screen door slammed. "Leila?" Percy called. "You here?"

"Yeah," I said, standing up from my spot on the floor. "I'm here—but Percy, you've got to see this!"

Percy came to the closet door. His eyebrows furrowed. "What are you doing in here?"

"Never mind that. Look at this!" I told him, pointing.

He came in and stood next to me, glancing at the drawer. "It's a drawer of trash."

"That's what I thought until I found these." I gave him the pictures. Slowly, I watched Percy put the pieces together—first he was confused, then his mouth fell open. After a few seconds, he finally grinned.

"These are so cool!" he said still grinning like a maniac. "What else is in here?" He bent down and we both started rifling through the rest of the drawer.

"We all look alike," I commented, examining the group of dark-haired teens. "At least, we all have the dark hair—I can't really tell anyone's eye color. The picture was taken too far away. The two of us have different eye color so maybe they all had different—"

"Check it out!" Percy interrupted. I glanced over to see that my brother had pulled off his sneakers and gotten more comfortable on the floor. He was now sitting Indian style holding up a piece of dirty metal. "Someone must have really liked their weapon," he continued.

"What is it?"

"It's a bracelet, see?" Percy said putting the two chain ends together. "It's got little charm on it. It looks like a knife."

"Let me see." I sat down next to him and he dropped the bracelet in my hand. I turned it over a few times in my hand and realized Percy was right. It was a thin metal chain that had a little knife hanging from it. The knife was no bigger than my pinky nail, but looked really detailed. It was just an old, dirty charm bracelet. "Weird," I said.

Percy shrugged. "For a demigod who was probably born with a sword in her hand, I'd bet it was normal."

I raised an eyebrow. "Who says it was a girl's?"

"It's a bracelet, Leila. It's a girl's," he insisted.

"Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't," I decided.

He smirked. "Try it on then."

"I hate jewelry! You try it on," I told him. "Besides, I'm not trying on some stranger's freaky bracelet!"

His smirk widened. "I already tried. The chain wouldn't fit around my wrist."

"Don't look so smug—and Percy, it's kind of ugly anyway," I admitted.

Percy rolled his eyes. "Just try it." Do it.

I'm just going to take it right off, I told him.

He grinned and grabbed the bracelet. "I'll help you put it on." I held up my arm and Percy carefully wrapped the bracelet around my wrist.

"It's cold," I complained, wriggling my arm away from him.

"Don't be such a priss," he replied, steadying my arm and clicking the bracelet in place. "Ha! Done!"

I shook my arm to get the bracelet in place. The bracelet jingled, making a typical girly sound that made me cringe. "I'm taking this off," I announced, searching the bracelet for the clasp. "This is a loud, ugly piece of jewelry—and in my experience girls don't like other girls stealing their jewelry. Yes!" I continued when Percy opened his mouth. "I admit that this was a girl's bracelet. It far too ugly to be anything else." I spun the bracelet around on my wrist. Then I spun it a second time. Then a third time—where was the stupid clasp?

"Percy, how did you get this on?" I asked still searching the chain.

He had turned toward the drawer again. "Did you break it?" he said, barely looking up from the old Latin book he had found.

"No!" I snapped, shaking my wrist pulling the bracelet. "Percy—I can't figure out how to take this off!"

He tossed the book aside. "I know you don't where jewelry, Leila," he teased, "but I would've thought even you would know how take off a bracelet."

"Get it off," I told him.

Percy held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. Calm down. It's not going to kill you or something."

After a few seconds of messing around with the bracelet chain, I knew it was hopeless. Percy shrugged. "The clasp disappeared. I guess you're stuck with it—"

"What do you want me to do?" I said, ripping my hand away from him. "I'm not leaving this on my wrist forever, Percy!"

"If you had let me finish, you would that I was about to say 'until we figure out a way to take it off'!" Percy snapped while I pulled on the bracelet. "You're rubbing your wrist raw," he continued.

"I don't care. I want this thing off!" I pulled on the chain harder.

"Just leave it alone," Percy said, closing the drawer. "It's almost time for dinner anyway. Maybe we can talk to Annabeth or Chiron about—"

THUNK.

My mouth fell open. Percy immediately froze and then slowly turned.

Exactly three inches from his head, a long, curved blade was stuck into the wall, still quivering slightly from the force. Percy jerked away from the blade so fast he fell over and landed face-first on the floor. I wanted to help him up, but I was too busy staring at my now charm-less bracelet.

"Is that…?"

Percy didn't even finish the question. Slowly, the shock wore off and I walked over to the knife. It was almost hilt deep in the closet wall. Looking closely, I nodded once toward Percy. "It is," I stated.

"How did it come off?" Percy said, getting up from the floor.

I shook my head. "I have no idea—but honestly, I'm more concerned about how we get a now full-sized knife back on this little bracelet."

My brother came over and pulled on the dagger. "It's stuck," he said, attempting to wriggle it up and down.

"Here," I said. "Let me try." I nudged Percy out of the way and wrapped my hands around the hilt. Bracing my foot against the wall, I gave one hard tug and the knife freed itself from the wall. It slid out like it had never been stuck at all.

Percy stared at me, gaping like a fish. I held up the knife next to the chain. Immediately, it shrunk back down the a little silver charm and clicked into place on my bracelet.

I shook my wrist again but the charm stayed in place. Carefully, I lightly twisted the charm and it clicked again, coming off the bracelet chain and growing into a normal curved, nine-inch blade.

I think this just became my favorite piece of jewelry. I slowly smiled.

(A/N: Hahaha! Sorry about the cliffhanger! I'll try not to give anymore of those. I know cliffhangers can be extremely frustrating [hello, Mark of Athena]. Anyways, this chapter was a shorter than normal, but hopefully I'll update again soon.)

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My answer to last chapter's question:
Hades should definitely have a cabin! Honestly, I think it would've shoved a lot of problems.

This chapter's question:
How often do you play capture the flag?

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