Artemis had been following Chiron in a daze. Excited campers ran about yelling messages to their friends, spreading the word. Percy and Annabeth were home. As they neared the bottom of the hill Artemis glanced up. The two people on the hill were about 17 years old, they seemed to be talking to someone else, someone Artemis could not yet see. He kept walking steadily forwards counting multiples of five then a third figure stepped into view. Details swam slowly into clarity as he continued walking. Small, abnormally so. Crew cut auburn hair. Jet black combat outfit. And eyes. One dark blue. One hazel. A mirror of his own. Despite Holly's acute sight he saw her first. He stopped in his tracks, breath sticking in his chest, driving him to his knees, not daring himself to look up again.