A/N: Yay! It's about time! I've had terrible writer's block, but I've finally finished it! May not be good, but I don't give a flip! Disclaimer!

Me: Special, special, SPECIAL guests! We have Paul and Carl with us, the Llamas with Hats!

Paul: Carlllll! You've brought us here. We were on vaaaccccaaation!

Carl: Really. Wow. Didn't notice that. Anyway, Future doesn't own anything. Di owns Zena, Glen, and Ruby.

Paul: Carrrllllll stop being dangerous!

Me: Uh...okay. Story which involves Zirk!

Zirk: Sweetz!

Zephanie POV

Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, was all I could think. And I hated it! My brain wouldn't concentrate. I couldn't focus. I tell you, it's enough to drive you up the wall.

And then something came over me. A sudden thought...a moment of concentration. "Glen, where are my pipes?" I asked, calmly at first.

"What?"

"Where are my pipes?" I tried a bit more forcefully. Looking surprised, he reached in our shared duffel bag and pulled them out.

"Your worried about your weapon at a time like this?" Zember asked, thoroughly appalled. I just rolled my eyes, when another flash of thought crossed my mind. A tune began to play in my head, and before I even realized it, my lips were to my pipes. Playing the tune. It sounded like a mixture of Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, and Usher. Which was weird, but it was also slightly pleasant.

Wanna know the truly freaky part (as if the rest of it wasn't) ? The cut sealed. Like, literally sealed. The bleeding just stopped, to Thalia's shocking surprise, and in moments was nothing less than a small pink...well, not even pink anymore. It was just a line across her forehead before it completely disappeared.

Thalia's eyes widened ever-so-slightly, Zirk still lied on the ground, Glen smiled and nodded slightly. Zember had the same shocked expression as Daniel. Nico and Abby leaned against a tree, Nico looking bored like none of this was any real news. Guess he figured that from all of those games of poker with the satyrs.

"How did...but you...an amateur...that was...how did...amazing...but...and...I mean, I've seen amazing things in my life, but this...incredible." Thalia kept muttering, stumbling, stuttering, whatever you wanna call it, etc. I just flat-out called it luck.

"That was truly marvelous, Zeph. How'd you know?" Glen asked. I shook my head.

"I have no earthly and/or Olympus-ly idea." Hey, might as well get used to the fact that Olympus is up there...on the 600th floor of the Empire State Building. I must be going insane, but I like to keep those juicey tid-bits in my brain and not in the open.

Abby smiled. "Olympus-ly. I'm gonna have'ta remember that."

"So, what now?" Daniel asked, sticking his three foot dagger in his sheath and picking Zirk back up. She stirred a little that time, but remained asleep. Or knocked out. Which ever works better for ya. "Are we still headed for Los Angeles?"

"It's our best bet, Daniel." Zena said, sitting up. I sighed in relief. She was okay. I grabbed her out-stretched hand and helped her stand up. Zena was still shaky, but her leaderness was back. "Now, I think we might can scroungue the area, search for any monsters. After that, we'll make our way steadily into L.A., keeping a sharp look-out. Hopefully we won't have to drag Zirk the whole way. I'm sure Daniel's arms are tired by now."

Daniel shook his head. "Not really. I kind'of like it. Good for the arms, keeps me on alert. Don't worry about me, Zena. So, are we going to partner up, or stay as a whole, or...?"

Zena thought for a moment. "We're going to split up. Zember, you go with Zirk and Daniel. I'll take Glen and Zephanie with me, and then Abby, Nico and Thalia will be a group. All good?"

"Could I say something, Zena?" Nico asked, raising his hand as if she were a higher form of authority. She was and is. "You're plan is great and all, but sending all three of the Big Three kids just might attract more monsters. I notion that we take Zeph and give you Thalia, that way you can keep ranks on each other. That puts two Big Three children in each group, and then a non-Big Three. What'd ya think?"

She pasued, and I knew her mind was contemplating the posibility. "Okay. You make a good point. Zeph will go with Abby and Nico, Thalia will come with me, and the rest will remain the same. Sound like a deal? Let's meet up at the...uh..."

"The D.O.A. Studios, " Nico said. "The entrance to the Underworld. We'll meet up there, and try to find a clue as to where Hades is. Then we'll head down to Santa Monica, look for Poseidon. Last we'll head back to New York, and then to Olympus, where we'll try to find clues for Zeus. Everyone good on that?"

Here, I honestly thought Zena was going to slap him. But, that's just me, because I know how much Zena likes to be in control. It took me completely by surprise when she nodded, sighing. "He's right. Can you give us the exact cordinates of the D.O.A. Studios, Nico?"

"Yeah. After we enter L.A., it's about twleve blocks down, past Cursty's Water Bed Palace. P.S, don't go in there unless your exactly six feet tall. I learned that the hard way." Nico grimaced as if the story was long and painful, but looked back at us with expectant eyes. "So, let's get a move on."

"Alright, guys. Stay alive, stay strong, and stay together. We'll see you in a few. My team, this way!" Zena said. I almost wanted to say no, and go with her anyway. I mean, she's my best friend. If anything happened to her, or Zember or Zirk, I don't know if I could live with myself. I'd probably pray that a 'strangle-me-to-death' tune would pop up in my head.

Reluctantly, I followed Nico's group. Happiness lasted for about five minutes, because Abby started singing Dynamite in a really loud, really high-pitched tune. I prayed that it'd be over soon.

Percy and Annabeth POV

The pegasi flew high in the air, and the wind felt cool and calm on Percy's face. The only problem? This pegasus wasn't Blackjack.

"How you doing, Perce?" Annabeth asked, raising her voice to be heard over the winds.

"Okay," he answered, not really paying attention. His mind was running off, chasing rabbits you might say. Annabeth could see it in his eyes.

"Don't worry about the daughters, Percy." She said, tenderness in her voice.

"But, Annabeth...I mean, three new children, each one with a different big three father? And they're all the same age. It's as if it was planned, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." Annabeth said, looking off into the distance. "I've just been contemplating that."

"What if it was, hypothectially speaking? Like the Big Three all got together, and decided: Hey, we're going to add siblings to our kids for no apparent reason."

"Maybe there is a reason. Maybe they heard a prophecy? Got scared, and decided that they needed three more kids, and another satyr to look after 'em."

"But what prophecy could be as scary as that? To make them all cower down and break the oath...again."

"A big one, Percy...hey, do you see that?" She pointed down below, in which she then realized that they'd made it to California. L.A., to be exact. She saw nine people...well, actually three in three sepreate groups. Just from this airial view, Annabeth knew they had to be half-bloods. And were those satyrs...

"Porkpie, head down low. Perce, follow. I think we've found them!" Annabeth spat out the directions with her usual leaderness. Porkpie folded in his wings, and dropped like a stone. Percy and his pegasus headed down close behind. They landed with some cloppity-like steps. Annabeth jumped off, and peered behind a bush to get a better look. There were indeed two satyrs and some half-bloods. And there were the daughters. They were all splitting up, going this way and that. Annabeth heard them mumble something about the D.O.A. Studios.

She shuttered at the thought of that. They hadn't been in the Underworld for Zeus knows how long.

"Sounds like they're going to scope the area," Annabeth whispered, her eyes narrowing. "Going in three groups. In one is Daniel, carrying a girl, and another girl with long, red curly hair. The one who Daniel's carrying appears to be unconscious. Glen is going with Thalia and some chick with black hair. SHe has gray eyes. And last they have Nico, Abby, and then the other satyr girl."

Percy nodded queitly. "Think we should follow them?"

Annabeth bobbed her head. "I'll follow behind gray eyes and Thal. You go with Red Head and Daniel. I think Nico and Abby can handle there own, but I'll be sure to keep an eye out."

Percy nodded again. "Okay. We'll just follow behind. Secretive or come out?"

"Either. Which ever feels the safest. See ya soon, Perce." With one flick of her wrist, Annabeth slapped her New York Yankees invisibility cap on her head, and evaporated into nothingness. Percy, used to this kind of thing, stood up from the bush. He started to creep behind Red Head's group, until he stepped on a twig. And that's where he found a knife at his throat.

Zember's POV

I grabbed my fork (it's getting easier to say that) and pushed the button. Shark Tooth sprang out, and I jumped as soon as the twig broke. I'd known someone had been following us, though I wasn't sure for how long.

Anyway, I spun around, pounced, and knocked an okay-handsome guy on the ground. I jabbed my sword to his throat, threatning to slit it the moment he lunged for me.

"Who are you?" I spat visicously.

"P-P-Perseus Jack-Jack-Jackson!" He chocked out. I looked at him.

"If you're the minotaur," I said, slowly, menacingly, carefully. "I swear on the River Styx that I will send you to Tartarus." I didn't know where that came from, but it sounded good and right.

He nodded slowly. "I'm not the minotaur. I'm the real Percy. So, the minostaur's my imposter?" Without really thinking, I helped him up. I still wasn't sure, but this guy seemed a lot cooler and nicer and more confused than the minotaur had. I could see a real fire in his eye, and not just that cold glare. I really trusted him. And then something really hit me: This guy was my brother.

I smiled at him. "Hi, Percy. I'm Zember Kinght, your sister. Daughter of Poseidon and Mia Knight."

He smiled back. "Hi, Zember. I'm Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon and Sally Jackson. Step-father Paul Blofis."

"Blofish?" I asked.

"No, Blow-fiss. It's really weird. Don't ask me why. So, who's the dark girl that Daniel's carryin'?"

I looked over at Zirk's not-so-limp body. "That's Zirk. My best friend. She, uh, passed out from shadow traveling. She's the daughter of Hades and Dianna Towne. Now she's the guardian-daughter of Fushia Grown, he evil gaurdian. So, yeah."

Suddenly, Zirk's body stirred, and I knew we were in for one heck of a wake-up call.

Zirk's POV

I don't exactly when I came around, but I was in Daniel's arm. My face redend faster than a fire, and I jumped and fell to the ground with a hollow thump. Hey, not everything in my life can be graceful! That's when I noticed the boy with sea-green eyes and jet-black hair. Wanna know the freakiest part? Zember and him had the same exact eyes.

"Okay, I know I've been out, but who the heck is the teen model?" I asked, standing up and dusting myself off.

"It's Percy," Zember said.

"What? I thought Percy was the minotaur...or that the minotaur was Percy...okay was I having a whacked out dream, or were cokes thrown in this sequence?"

"Whacked dream. And, yes, the minotaur was Percy, but this is the real Percy. As in Perseus Jackson. My brother."

I smiled. "Sweetz! Yo, dude, I'm Zirklyn. Call me Zirk, and/or The Ultimate Queen Ruler of Cokes and Awsomeness. This is my right hand man D-Z. Say hi to the public, D-Z!" I pulled Daniel in front of me and started acting like an annoying show host. "Here you have Zember, my main gal and BFF. Yeah, I said it!"

Percy looked uncomfortable. I gave him my best 'oh-yeah, I'm-insane' smile. He waved slightly. "Hey, um, Zirk."

"See, there ya go! That wasn't so hard, whass it?" I asked, using a baby voice in the end.

He shook his head and looked to Zember for helped. She shurgged. "I haven't found any way to deal except to just go through it." Zember said. I made my eyes widen.

"Percy. Is that a big shiny red button!" I yelled, pointing to a mushroom behind him. He turned and looked. I laughed. "You know what's sad? Is that that's the corniest one in the book! Oh, and speaking of book, take a look at this." I pulled Nico's black diary out of my pocket, and held it up for all to see. "Behold, all of my friends and coligues! The Totally Girly Diary of Nico di Angelo! Dun-na-nah!"

Percy put his hand over his mouth to keep from chortling laughter. "No way. Zirk, you finally found it? I've been looking for that since the day he said he got it!"

"Underneath the second punk pillow. Sports Illustrated underneath his underwear. Speaking of which, I've needed someone to kill! How dare you and the Stolls look at such volgour things!"

"Uh-oh. Zirk, have you been dreaming about the dictionary again?"

"No!" I insisted. "It just felt like the right word."

"Can we get back on to moving? The others are going to be there way sooner than we will." Daniel said. I smiled, and that in-vouluntary blush returned.

I nodded. "Totally. Come on guys!" I started marching but then realized I didn't know where I was. "Uh...what's the way?"

Zember unfolded a map and looked intently at for a second. Then she pointed south. "That way. We go past a place called Crusty's Water Bed Palace, and the to D.O.A. Studios. After that, we'll meet up with everyone and head down into the Underworld. We're gonna try and find your dad, where he is and all. I'll explain the rest on the way."

I smiled, then started marching, everyone else following behind me. I couldn't get my mind off of the fact that I was inconscious in Daniel's arms. Oh, God, this wasn't going to turn out good.