Author's Note: AYYYYYYYY GUYS I POSTED THIS ON TIME! YEAH! Anyway, this is entirely unrelated to my fanfiction, but have you all heard about the thing that happened with MCR yesterday? MCRX? Everyone (including me) thought they were getting back together, but it turns out that they're just re-releasing TBP for its ten year anniversary. I'm really sad, but I guess a part of me realized that believing they would get back together is unrealistic. They've all moved on. Anyway, about the fanfiction, you all know that I don't own Percy Jackson, obviously. I'm just a fan.

Chapter Fourteen: Thalia POV: Luke Comes Home

I awoke to find myself speeding through the middle of the ocean on the back of a fish horse. Not exactly your average day.

Luke sat behind me, keeping me steady so I wouldn't fall off. I turned around, hoping for an explanation of what was going on. Behind Luke, I could see a second Hippocampus carrying Tyson, Percy's cyclops half-brother, cheering as his Hippocampus ducked beneath the waves and performed jumps and tricks.

"Hey, Thali," Luke smiled. "You're finally awake."

I nodded, then groaned at the pain. "Oh, gods, what happened? The last thing I remember is jumping off the boat and landing in the water, then I blacked out."

"You almost drowned at that point, and I swam down to get you, and then we both almost drowned. Then Tyson here found us, almost left us for dead because he knew I used to be on Kronos's side, and then I explained my change of heart, and he called these Hippocampi to get us to Camp Half-Blood."

"Ugh... wow." I rubbed my head. "Okay, you can stop now. You're giving me a headache just thinking about it."

"Friends, camp is ahead!" Tyson shouted. Sure enough, I could see the shore of Camp Half-Blood straight in front of us, the rest of the camp hidden by the tall sand dunes.

I sighed in relief. The Hippocampi glided up to the edge of the shore to let us off. I swung my leg over and started walking, then fell to my knees, the effort almost making me pass out again.

"Woah, careful, Thalia." Luke said. "We need to get you to the infirmary as soon as possible." He grabbed my arms and lifted me back up, picking me up to carry me even as I protested.

Luke carried me up to the top of the dunes, where the daily activities were in full swing in the valley below. Satyrs walked among the strawberries, playing their reed pipes, vines curling up in their wake; campers played basketball and volleyball over in the courts; Chiron sat on the porch of the Big House, drinking lemonade; other campers trained in the sword fighting arena, practicing with dummies and each other, and I could see a team of Ares kids setting up traps for capture the flag in the woods. Home sweet home.

I craned my neck to see how Luke was feeling. He looked uncomfortable. A bead of sweat was forming on his forehead. "Relax, Castellan. You'll be fine."

"I'm just worried that when I walk in there, they'll think I'm still their enemy and attack me."

"Valid worry," I said. "But that's not the first place we're going. You and I need to talk to Chiron."

"No, you need to get to the infirmary. We can talk to Chiron there. I know you're trying to get out of it," he accused.

"Fine." I sighed. "Let's go down there."