Hello everyone. Thanks for all the reviews, for those of you that kindly reviewed. Although one review I honestly did not take kindly to. Archangel of Revenge, I don't know if you meant to be offending, but your review really offended me. First off, I personally don't care if my i's come out as j's. It doesn't bother me. I write this for me, so if it annoys you, then you don't have to read this. Secondly, I like short chapters. Just because they're short doesn't mean they aren't good quality, which you seemed to be implying in your review. Finally, you might be able to fit about five thousand words in a chapter, as you said in your review (each of my chapters is over 1k, and you said four chapters of my story is one chapter for you), but in case you don't know, I'm not you. I don't write the same amount as you, or the same way. I don't know how much time you spend writing, but I get around an hour to an hour and a half each day. I have two to three hours to write over 1k words, and that's hard for me. So no, I WILL NOT MAKE MY CHAPTERS LONGER. THIS IS FINAL. If any chapter is longer than normal, then it's probably because I didn't have to babysit, or do my homework, or help any of my three younger siblings with homework. Or any of the various other things that j have to do before I get a free hour before I go to bed.

I own nothing, but you can enjoy this chapter. As long as you don't tell me to make the chapters longer.

Piper's POV

I glanced at the list Thaia had given me. There were five names on the list. Three for me to get, two for Thalia. Clarisse was on my list, as well as Leo and...

"No."

"No? What's wrong?" Clarisse asked, trying to read the list over my shoulder.

"No! He can't be coming! And i can't ask him!"

"Who? Who's coming?"

I took a shaky breath trying to calm myself.

"Jason."

Clarisse stared. "Jason Grace?"

"Yes!"

"Your ex?"

"Why else would I be hysterical?!"

Clarisse shrugged. "Maybe you owed him money. Or something."

I just gave her a look. "No, j do not owe him money. Or something."

"Oh ok."

Silence.

"So let's go," Clarisse motioned towards the door, extending a hand to help me up from the floor.

I didnt take jt. "Go where?"

"To talk to your ex."

"But I don't wanna!" I whined, willing to do anything as long as I didn't have to go talk to Jason.

"You wanna save Prissy, don't you?"

I nodded slowly.

"Well, then you gotta go talk to Jason. Because Sparky obviously thinks her brother is a necessary part of your quest. Otherwise, I doubt she'd put you through that kind of pain."

"But why can't she do it?"

"Maybe she's having problems with him, too. Or maybe she just thinks this is something you need to do. You know, I might have a point. If you're going on a quest with him, you've got to be able to talk to each other. And that starts by asking him to join you on this quest."

I frowned. "Will you some with me?"

The older girl sighed in exasperation. "Fine. But I'm not asking him in place of you."

"I know! I'm not asking you to. I just don't want to ask him alone. You know?"

"Yes, I do."

There re was an awkward moment of silence. Neither of us knew what to say, and each of us was waiting for the other to start talking. Finally, I broke the tension.

"Right now, I would really appreciate you lending me that hand again so I could get up. And, you know, save that kelp head before he messes something up again."

Clarisse smirked, and chuckled, again holding out her hand to me. This time, I firmly gripped it, and she helped hoist me to my feet.

"Let's go, Princess."

We left the bathroom, and made our way towards the pavilion. Before we entered, I hesitated. What if everyone woke up and remembered what I did? I'd be dead.

"I took care of it, honey," my mom spoke in my head. I smiled, and strolled into the pavilion with Clarisse.

Everyone seemed to be waking up as we stepped through the door. The camper nearest to us, a Hermes boy by the name of Jack, was sitting up and rubbing his head. His eyes darted towards us as soon as he sensed we were there, but he immediately relaxed as he recognized us.

"What happened?" Jack asked us.

Internally, j smiled. Thanks mom. Externally, I answered Jack's question. "We don't know. We got caught up late in the arena. I blame Clarisse."

Catching my drift, or maybe just understanding what the subtle kick in the shins was for, Clarisse continued on. "Well, we wouldn't have been late if some annoying kid hadn't bashed my armor."

Jack paled. Clarisse noticed, and smirked maliciously.

"You know, Piper, didn't I tell you that it was a Hermes kid that broke my armor?"

I nodded slowly, hoping to remain neutral in this situation. It seems that I'm not allowed to.

"Actually, j think the Hermes kid stood out in the lot, because he had brown hair." Jack's hair was brown. "And he had darker colored eyes than any of his siblings." Jack's eyes were a dark blue. "But I can't seem to remember his name! Piper, can you remember?"

With my eyes, I tried to signal for Jack to run. His eyes widened in surprise. "I think I do remember his name, Clarisse. Was it-"

"I should go see if anyone else is awake!" Jack shot up from his seat and ran.

Laughing, Clarisse and I sat down to eat.

We were almost done with our meal when he arrived. Winds started shipping through the pavilion. Everyone was awake by then, and they all looked around in wonder. I didn't. I knew what was happening.

From the doorway, a figure could be seen. All you could see if him though was his outline, because of all the light outdoors behind him. The little kids were in awe. The older campers were suspicious. I was neither. I knew who this was, and I was ready to run from the pavilion as fast as my legs would carry me. Sadly, j couldn't. The daughter of Ares had a steel grip on my arm, preventing my quick escape.

The wind blowing his purple cape, the man strode into the pavilion. Once the older campers saw his face, they relaxed. The younger campers were confused as to who this was, but still their eyes shone with awe. I was struggling to keep my eyes from shining with tears.

Finally, the little kids couldn't take it. "Who are you?" One of them shouted.

The man looked at the little kid. "I'm Jason Grace. Son of Jupiter."