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"How'd he get in the camp borders?" Nico groaned almost incoherently. From what Frank could see (which wasn't much; he felt like he'd been dragged across concrete by Hannibal the Elephant), Chiron had picked him up and set him on a bed. He did the same to Hazel.

Annabeth rubbed her head and stumbled up. "He's a god. Not only that, he's a Primordial. He can do pretty much what he wants," she grumbled.

Chiron clopped over and helped Frank up. "What did he want?" the centaur asked gravely.

She sank down on a bed and sighed. "He wanted to kill me. He thought that would weaken the camp before the army attacks."

"A death inside camp borders would have indeed been traumatizing," Chiron mused, "but I doubt he will return. Now, I believe all four of you need a good rest."

Annabeth tried to protest, but he just gave her a stern look. Grumbling some more, she lay down on the bed, resigned to being checked for injuries. Frank sat next to Hazel, who leaned against him and put her head on his shoulder. Nico was already snoring away. Frank sighed, wondering how the infirmary went from having only one demigod to four of them.

He realized he had fallen asleep only when he woke up to find it dark outside. Nico was the only other one in the room, and he was still out cold.

The door creaked open, and Frank jumped. Hazel stepped in, smiling. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

He crossed his arms in mock indignation. "I was not scared!"

"Sure you weren't," his girlfriend replied, smirking. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I slept through the whole day," he yawned. "When did you get up?"

Hazel took his hand, and they walked outside together. "I woke a while ago, and I've been wandering around the camp." She smiled wistfully. "Everyone here seems so close."

"Yeah," he agreed, "it's a nice place. I can't say I like it better than Camp Jupiter, though."

She squeezed his hand. "Me neither. I guess it's because we're Romans and are used to that place."

Frank nodded and let Hazel guide him somewhere. "All of the campers are at the campfire," she said, "but that's not where we're going."

He looked at her curiously but didn't ask. He was happy enough that Hazel was here with him, taking a nice night stroll.

They ended up sitting at the lake, and she leaned against him. "I had a nightmare, Frank." She took a deep breath. "Everything was so dark and broken. I can't remember exactly what happened, but I think someone died. It was a close friend."

He rubbed her back to comfort her, even though he felt uneasy. "It was just a dream," he said, sounding unconvinced even to himself. They both knew that demigod dreams were more often prophetic than not.

Hazel absently dipped her fingers in the water then recoiled, shaking off the freezing drops. "I hope so," she whispered. "I don't want to lose you."

He smiled sadly and wrapped his arms around her in a clumsy hug. "You won't," he murmured. "I'll stay close."

The next morning, the god of the sea dropped in at camp. Frank overheard he and Chiron discussing how to save it while he pretended to sleep.

"I will have the Cyclopes army ready to fight when they come," Poseidon said grimly. "With its force combined with both camps' demigods, they will have little chance to overtake this place."

Chiron sighed. "I hope you are right, Lord Poseidon."

"If you have doubts," he replied, "consider that the other gods may help, as well. I know my niece is sending her Hunters."

The centaur nodded, and his horse tail swished nervously. "Have you been able to check on your son at all?"

The mood in the room became morose as a troubled look came over the sea god's face, and Frank realized how much Percy resembled his father. "As much as I want to, I cannot. He is still in the land beyond the gods, and all I can do is wait for him to come out. Perhaps then I will be able to guide him."

Getting increasingly sleepy, Frank tuned out the rest of the discussion. He felt slightly envious that Percy had a father who so openly cared about him. He supposed that Mars cared too, in his own way, but his seemed like a rough, "Hey, you're my offspring, so you'd better do well so that I don't have to incinerate you," way. Instead of being bitter, Frank decided to just roll his eyes and move on. His dad was a gruff war god; he had learned to accept that.

Frank stored away the information that Poseidon missed his son. Percy would need it when he felt guilty after realizing what he had done. The conversation was a drone of voices in the background now. Still feeling unbelievably tired for some reason, he drifted back to sleep.

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