That last one was really really really short. Sorry y'all. But I'm a sucker for cliffhangers.

If there are any errors in the two chapters I posted today, I'm really sorry I'm kind of writing a bit fast. Moose! Also, I'm sorry if this is a bit confusing, I was trying to tie up some loose ends and I have no idea if it worked well. Alsoalso, sorry if they're kinda OOC.

NOTICE: I am deleting Journey to the Missing. It's been too long and I kinda lost interest. Sorry.

Also, I'm not sure if I will be writing more fanfics, depending on how much spare time I have. So can you guys tell me what I should do? a) A Percy Jackson fanfic b) a Red vs Blue/Halo fanfic c) A story where a bunch of fanfic authors go to save me, because that will make a freaking good story or d) something completely different, open to suggestions. TELL ME WHAT TO DO! I will take any ideas. I'm also thinking about Beta-ing. I figured if I can't write, why not read? Not really sure how it works, so if you have any advice, tell me.

Tell me what you think, I hope you enjoyed Wrath of Calypso.

Happy Thanksgiving.

KP

I opened my eyes.

And saw the ceiling of Camp Half-Blood's infirmary.

"KP? Kasper?"

I blinked and sat up, feeling groggy. It was like I took a weeklong nap, which I then realized, I probably did. I turned to my right in time to see a certain blue-tinged person fall out of their chair, then scramble up again.

"Holy shit! You're awake!" Jack was shaking me by my shoulders. "I mean, I knew you would wake up eventually, unless you were in a coma, but Chiron said you weren't, but I mean it was like you took a bottle of sleeping pills, and I was getting-"

I shut him up by pulling his head toward mine and kissing him full on the lips. When we finally surfaced, he looked at me wide-eyed, a silly little grin barely hidden. "When did you decide to that?"

"When I realized what I had to lose."

I heard a scream outside and saw a trail of purple hair- Macy ran past the window and into the infirmary, knocking over a kid with his two arms in casts.

"Sorry! Sorry! OMG KP YOU'RE AWAKE! Dang it, we were going to hold a parade when you woke up, but I guess we can't now…"

Jack looked at the ground, disappointed. "And I was in charge of confetti…"

"Anyway, now that you're up, Chiron wants to talk to you. I'm supposed to tell you that."

"Well, let's go then, I feel perfectly fine," I said, sliding my legs out of bed. Jack yelped, and Macy yelled, "Don't-"

My right leg was gone. Gone. Mid-thigh.

My vision grew fuzzy. "What- no… what…"

Macy whimpered. "Should I get somebody?" she whispered to Jack.

"No," I said, saying in my seat. I felt numb, unusually calm. "No. It's fine. Just- just a shock. I need to lie down." I looked weakly at Jack. "This is what Chiron wanted to talk to me about, isn't it?"

He nodded.

"It would be best if he came here, then."

…

IAN

"You have to leave this room sometime, dude."

I looked up from my bunk. Percy Jackson leaned against the doorway of my cabin. "What's the point?"

Percy rolled his eyes. "I know that your life is over sinse this Macy chick hates you now, but you've gotta get over it. Apologize."

"She could probably kill me." It was the truth.

"Screw that. You have freaking ice touch or whatever. You're one of the toughest guys I know. I'm pretty sure you can handle a thirteen year old…"

I looked at him doubtfully.

"… who can fight dragons and kick anyones butt," Percy finished. He bit his lip and shrugged. "You need to try anyway. What's the worst that can happen?"

…..

I finally found Macy in the training arena. That wasn't a good sign. She was practicing swordplay against the clay dummies. They didn't stand a chance. Light flashed on the blades as the reduced the clay to dust. Now or never, I thought.

"Hey, Macy," I said awkwardly.

She spun around. Her eyes narrowed and she began to walk toward me, slowly. I noticed the swords still clenched in her hands and I took a few cautious steps back.

"Ian," she said savagely.

"Um, hi," I said nervously.

"Ian. You. Are." She said one word each time she took a step. I kept backing up, but I ran into the wall. "A. Complete. And. Utter. Moron." By now she was within arms length- or in this case, sword's length- of me. She raised her swords. I squinched my eyes shut, waiting for something to happen.

There was a clang and I winced instinctively. Macy had dropped her swords on the ground. "What are you-" She tackled me into a hug and began to sob.

"I am really confused," I said aloud.

"I- was so… stupid!" She cried. "I was so mean to you- and then and then I didn't know that you were trying to save us all, and I was just so mean!" She sniffed and pressed her head into my chest. "I'm sorry for everything," she whimpered. "If you hate me, that's okay because I deserve it and-"

"I am really confused," I repeated.

…

"All right, everyone shut up!" Mr. D yelled.

All the campers in the Dining Hall immediately hushed. Everyone was starving after a long day.

"Now we just had a few campers finish a quest, and Chiron wants me to recognize them or something," he said, rolling his eyes. He began reading off our names, butchering them all in the process. He then began some long halfhearted speech about how great is when demigods work together or something. Seeing as whispers erupted around the place, I guessed that no one was listening. I nudged Macy and winked at her. She wrinkled her nose at me. Somehow, it turned out she was mad at me for loving Calypso at first, but then was more mad at herself for being mad at me. If anyone out there can explain the logic for this, please find me immediately.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack helping KP into a chair. I knew about the amputation- Hermes himself said god's magic could only do so much for demigods. Over the past couple of days, some kids from the Hephaestus cabin had been working on a prosthetic leg for her- so far it looked really cool, and thanks to Jack's requests, it could probably do some really sick stuff.

"- and that is why teamwork causes more rainbows in the world. Ok, go stuff your faces," Mr. D grumbled. I smiled and saw the food that had appeared on my plate. It smelled absolutely delicious. I got to my feet with Macy to go scrape some food into the sacrificial fire.

As I scraped a portion of my steak into the fire, I noticed something that made my blood run cold.

The smoke from the offerings usually smelled like everything- grilled cheese and hot chocolate and orchids and kiwis. But right now it only smelled like one thing.

Cinnamon.