I'M BACK! Sorry I haven't written in FOREVER.

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I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. It was soft and felt like it was stuffed with foam. What was that called? Tempurpedic? Eh, something like that. My head throbbed and I sat up to experience that temporary blindness. Oooh, I sat up too fast.

"Ah!" I yelled.

"Oh, good, you're awake." My blindness wore off and I looked around the room.

"Griffin?" I asked.

A more high pitched voice answered, "And Braylee."

"What are you guys doing here?" I lay back down and the pillow made a "pft" sound from the fast contact with my head.

"Chiron wanted us to make sure you got settled," Griffin answered while he poked around in some drawers.

"Settled where?"

Braylee said, "In the Artemis cabin," like it was completely normal.

"Oh."

Griffin found something in a drawer and held it up for me to see.

"Usually only the Hunters stay here. Yuck!" He yelled when he realized it was a pink bra.

"Gross, Griffin!" I screamed as he flung it across the room at me. I threw it into the trash bin and gave Griffin a glare.

"You guys are so immature," Braylee rolled her eyes.

"It takes one to know one." Griffin stuck his tongue out at her.

"Griffin, that makes no sense whatsoever." Braylee said with a confused look on her face.

"Well, look who uses 'logic' and 'sense'." He teased.

"Guys!" I yelled, "Stop fighting! Why isn't Chiron here?"

"He had to go to a meeting on Olympus yesterday morning."

"YESTERDAY MORNING!" I shrieked. I had just seen Chiron! "How long have I been out?"

"Oh, uh" Griffin scratched the back of his head, "Three days." Oh gods, three days? Man, I must've hit my head harder than I thought.

"Any news about Zeus?" I whispered.

"Yeah," Braylee's face darkened, "Hera and Apollo were kidnapped, too."

"Oh, my gods."

"I know."

Just then the door swung open, revealing a satyr.

"Max, you need to speak with Rachel," he told me.

I leaned over to Braylee and whispered, "Whose Rachel?"

"The Oracle," she whispered back.

"Oh, yeah. I remember. That's not creepy."

The satyr trotted over and grabbed my arm. "C'mon." As he dragged me out the door, I mouthed "pushy" to Griffin. He smiled mischievously and the door slammed shut.

I know, I know, that was REALLY short. To be honest, I barely know where I'm going with this. I know what I'm doing with the plot, but other than that, nothing. Any help? Review or PM me if you have any ideas. Thanks! Oh, also check out my other story "Eyes like a Hurricane"! Thanks! Send me some ideas!