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Lucy's POV

I woke up to a quiet shuffling. I lay still in my bed until I could figure out where it was coming from. That's what they taught us Hunters- listen. And I know I'm new, but I like to think I've gotten a whole lot better from when I was living alone.

I heard the zip of the tent door as it opened, and barely-there footsteps, soft against the hard ground.

I opened my eye and glanced at Phoebe's empty mattress.

Quietly as I could, I followed her out into the forest, doing my best to keep far enough away so I couldn't be seen, and close enough so that I didn't loose her.

Deep into the forest, just by the stream, she stopped and got out her torch. Kneeling by the bubbling water, she whispered something to the water - or, I guess, the nymph that inhabits it.

A soft spray of water flew up from the stream. Phoebe shone her torch through it. Now, I'm almost certain that you can't create rainbows at night, but maybe there was magic involved, because one danced through the nymph's mist. Phoebe flipped a drachma into the rainbow.

"Artemis, the Huntress. Olympus," she said. Weird. Thalia was the one in charge of this mission so all communication went through her. But then, you don't usually IM people in the middle of the night, unless you were up to something... Oh, what's the word? Clandestine.

Lady Artemis' face appeared in the mist, a surprisingly solid picture for something made out of mist and rainbows.

"Phoebe? What is wrong? Is my lieutenant okay?" Artemis seemed surprised too.

"Not exactly, my lady," Phoebe said softly, "I'm afraid Thalia has strayed from our cardinal rule."

Artemis' face hardened.

"That is a serious accusation, my hunter. I hope you have some form of proof?"

"We have discovered the wolves, while seemingly harmless, are werewolves of a sort. They call themselves 'spirit wolves' and consider themselves protectors of the people here. I know that before we knew they were human too, Thalia often spoke to a silver wolf. Even when they kidnapped Spirit. And once we figured out what they were, Thalia continued to speak to that same wolf. I know, because I walked in on them talking, but Thalia refused to mention who she was talking too. When Percy and Annabeth Chase came, and they flirted together, she looked sad, and longing."

I felt a tear roll down my eye. I couldn't believe- not Thalia. But everything Phoebe said made sense. Thalia was no longer one of us.

"I'll be paying you a visit tomorrow," Artemis' voice was icy as her face disappeared.

Dread fell over me. Please excuse my french, but Sugar Honey Iced Tea!

A small sob escaped. And do you know what my first thought was? That Thalia would tell me to cry about it later, but for now, suck it up and get shi- stuff, done.

Only problem was, I'm not sure exactly what I should be doing.

"Lucy," snapped a voice. I spun around to come face to face with Phoebe.

"Yes?"

Thalia's POV

I woke up to crackling. Snaps and hisses. Fire.

I leapt up from my bed, and rushed to zip open the tent door, cursing a blue streak for a solid minute until it a gap large enough for me to crawl through opened.

The flickering light of fire lit up the clearing. Unfortunately, it did not come from within the circle of stones we had created for our pit.

I really hoped Phoebe and Lucy were not in their tent.

Shutting my eyes and breathing deeply, I summoned a storm.

It poured.

Unlike my dear cousin, I did not have the luck of being waterproof. In ten seconds, I was as soaked as the landscape around me.

I heard yells, strained over the gushing sound of rain. I opened my eyes. Phoebe and Lucy were exiting out of the forest, splashing through puddles that appeared before my eyes. Even in the light of the dying fire and torches, everything was streaked grey.

"What in Hades are you doing in the forest?" I yelled.

"Lucy had to go," it was amazing how loud Phoebe could speak without shouting.

"Go?" I screamed. By now the fire had died out. But the storm only became stronger.

"Go," Phoebe said, and Lucy nodded, avoiding my gaze, before her wandering eyes caught onto something else.

"Lala!" she cried out, starting towards the still standing, but thoroughly decimated tent.

"Nixie!" My voice was sounding faint to my own ears.

Nixie popped her head cautiously out of our tent, eyeing the rain distastefully.

"Get Lala," I ordered.

"I'm not going into that," Nixie gestured to the still raining water, before crawling back into the tent.

"I'll get her!" Lucy said, but Phoebe stopped her.

"There may well still be hot spots inside, so get up you lazy swamp head!" Phoebe yelled the end of the sentence out.

"A little water isn't going to kill you, but I just might!" I screamed.

I saw a blur as Nixie raced through the hated rain into the ruined tent, then out again. Cradled in her arms, I could just make out a sooty grey baby bird.

Spots were dotting across my vision, and as I blinked them away, I saw Nixie hand Lucy the bird, an odd expression on her face.

"Everything alright?" I asked, my voice threatening to shake. She was still staring at the bird, who Lucy was now cooing to gently.

"Yeah... I... I'm good. Well, I'm cold, soaked and half asleep, but mostly fine," she smiled, "Now could you stop this waterfall?"

I gritted my teeth, and concentrated. The storm was far more difficult to stop then it was to create. About as easy to stop as it was a flood of tears after a terrifying nightmare. Which was how I felt. Images screeched past me; Paul and his pack, Phoebe frowning, Lucy looking so ashamed. Lady Artemis, standing firm against a backdrop of forest trees. Paul. Then that stupid bird. And it stopped.

Finally, the heavens closed, and I tried to walk back to my tent on weak legs, trying not to give anything away. I stumbled.

"I guess we're sharing a tent," Nixie said, slinging a hand around Lucy, both looking like drowned cats. Lucy shied away from the contact, then turned to smile nervously.

"Sorry, just a bit startled, I gue..." Lucy's voice faded away, and I had the horrible sensation of falling.

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