(From Logan's POV)
After Celeste stopped talking about the tip-off, I was in shock. I mean, after all of this, this work at hiding, she ends up going to the Underworld...on her own will?
After the chariot headed off into the sky, I left. I went to the only place I knew would have answers...the Ares cabin. Yeah, yeah...we get a lot of bad rap from Clarisse and her little temper tantrums, but she's a great leader overall. The Ares cabin is pretty intimidating, especially after Clarisse hired one of the Hephaestus girls (Nyssa, was it?) to rig the courtyard with traps. Yeah, I said courtyard. The front is a huge 8-foot fence surrounding the courtyard, which is really just a small space surrounding the cabin. Blazing fire torches enchanted to burn all the time lit the doorway. On top of the fence was rolls of barbed wire. This place is fool-proof. Now, most of my silblings are kind of...well, warlike. I'm the only exeption. Ares, for some weird reason, hooked up with my Mom...a quiet, sweet mortal who had a job at an antique store...so I'm not really like that. I tapped in the security code at the gate, and walked into the cabin. Clarisse was out, probably picking a fight with one of the minor demigods. One of my siblings, an emo kid otherwise known as "Fang" walked up and shook my hand.
"Nice to have you back." he said.
"Yeah." I said, uneasy. One of my other siblings, a girl named Jess, stepped up and looked me over.
"A girl came over for you...Celeste...you know her?"
"No, I don't know her." I snapped.
"Yeah, you know her...anyways, she was looking for you, something about a party? I told her that she better get out of our cabin, or I'd throw some Greek fire at her." Several cabinmates perked up at "Greek fire" and pulled steel boxes from under their beds. A precaution, really. The greek fire is rigged to go off as soon as it hit the ground, and the steel boxes would dissenigrate.
"Stand down" said Jess, motioning for the boxes to be put away.
"Good" I grunted, plopping down onto my bed...well, bunk. But I'd managed to keep it all mine after I rigged a small bomb to go off whenever someone tried to get onto that top bunk. Apparently, I missed something, because next thing I know, I small head popped from the top bunk.
"Hi!" said the girl, her grey eyes shining.
"Uh...hi. Who are you?" I asked, leaning back.
"Oh, I'm Polly. I'm new here. And you are?"
"Logan. Why are you on my SINGLE person bunk?" I asked, looking for an explanation from Jess. Jess shrugged.
"The cabin was getting full. This the only place we could find room." I quirked an eyebrow.
"Oh, really? And your top bunk was full then?" I said, drawing my sword. Remember when I said that I'm not really warlike? That's true...most of the time. But my half-siblings sure know how to push my buttons. Jess smirked.
"Get some sleep, war boy." She flicked the light, and several campers "Hey!"d in protest.
"LIGHTS OUT!" She yelled. Through the darkness, I could just make out her long and lanky figure. She had dirty blond hair, and it was cropped short...long hair is too much trouble in battle, apparently. Her eyes, to everyone's surprise, were blue. Usually Ares kids had brown or grey eyes, but Jess and I were exeptions.
"HEY! Where's the light?" yelled Clarisse from the doorway.
"I promised the Aphrodite girls that we'd party with them tonight...but we get the good archery times in exchange. The lights flickered on, and everyone started getting ready.
This was going to be interesting.
A/N: Well, well, a chappie from Logan's POV!
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