Hi guys! Thanks so much for all the reviews! And to those of you that said it (which I'm pretty sure was everyone that reviewed) thanks so much for wishing my brother well after his surgery! He's feeling much better though. He's not even eight years old, but he's a trooper. His whole weekend actually, he's been stuck at home with yours truly (stupid soccer tournament) so we did everything. Every little thing. Video games, photography shoots, "buffets". He even climbed in bed with me, which would've been adorable, except it was at six thirty in the morning, and I had been up until midnight trying to finish a project. Of course, he couldn't sit still and fall back asleep. I had to make up stories for all the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling (and there's a lot). Anyways, I'm rambling. My brother is feeling much better, I own nothing, please enjoy this chapter. ;)

Piper's POV (I'm going to alternate between her and Hazel now)

As the only thing I wanted to say or do towards the Khione was sock her in her prissy little nose, I decided to ignore her. Instead, I focused on the figure behind her.

"Percy?" I tried to say. It sounded more like this: "Lerpy?"

The figure behind Khione didn't do anything whatsoever. He didn't blink, look at me, or anything. I'm not sure if he was even breathing.

I tried to say something. I meant to say, "He isn't breathing." It sounded more like this: "Pee sint reeching." Don't ask me what that means.

Khione looked at the moving statue guy. "Translation, Xavier."

The ice around the guy's mouth melted. "The girl said that 'he isn't breathing'."

Khione looked at at me and sneered. "Of course not, you idiotic demigoddess. My ice warriors have no need for petty things like air."

Air is a "petty thing"? Not the term I would've used...

Khione talked more about her precious ice statues. "They're so precious. Blah blah blah. They're thrice as powerful as a regular demigod. Blah blah blah. They're more important to me than my family. Blah blah blah. They're my children and best friends. Blah blah blah."

Of course, she didn't actually say it like that. They way she did say it was much more drawn out and painful. And she never actually said that her warriors were her children, best friends, or more important to her than her family. She did admit that they were precious to her.

After she finished her rant, Khione looked at me smugly, and asked me if I was afraid yet. "After all," she said, "your fellow demigods have been turned against you, and made even more powerful and deadly. Aren't you terrified?"

My response to that was very simple. This is what it sounded like with the gag: "Muck poo, poo snitch."

I dont think you need Xavier to translate that for you. Well, Khione did. But then again, she's an idiot. Of course, she knew what I meant when Xavier translated it for her. Her face was so red, I could imagine steam pouring from her ears! If only.

Khione stalked closer towards me and glared down at me. Suddenly, she whipped her arm back and swung her hand. I didn't even see it happen; it was so fast.

A second later, my head thrown to the side from a force I didn't see, I felt a burning sensation on my cheek. I tried to reach up and touch my face, but my hands were still bound.

I glared at the goddess that slapped me. Then I moved my eyes so I could look at Xavier. "Pan poo snake piss snoff?"

Xavier translated it for the stupid goddess. "Can you take this off?"

"What?" She replied.

I looked down down at my gag, trying to signal to the stupid goddess. But she was too stupid for that, so I signaled to Xavier.

"She speaks of her gag, my lady."

Khione nodded, and waved her hand, as if shooing the thought away. "Yes, yes. You may remove her gag, Xavier."

The ice man reached over and removed the piece of cloth serving as a gag. "Much better," I said.

Khione looked at me, as if silently inquiring where her thank you was. I looked up at her, and smiled sweetly.

"Thank you," I told her kindly. Then I added, "Oh, and Khione?"

"What, demigod?" She sneered.

"I have to tell you something." Then I glanced uneasily at the two guys. "I don't want to tell your warrior men."

The goddess looked at me and sighed, leaning closer in so I could tell her something really important. And I'm being honest, it really was important. She had to know it.

"Khione..." I paused for dramatic effect, "you're a stupid bitch."

The goddess drew back, looking at me in disgust. "You demigods have such awful language. Before coming here, I met a small boy that had language worse than yours. He couldn't have been more than six years old."

For a moment, I was confused. A six year old? Then it dawned on me. I barked out in laughter. "Aaron? Ha! He's an eight year old, moron. You can't tell the difference?"

Khione glowered at me. "We'll see who's laughing when you and your friends finally see each other again."

"What'd you do to them?" I growled.

She smirked. "Nothing. And I don't plan on doing anything. They're having too much fun right now, figuring out how to get into this room to save you. Although last I checked, the young boy and the handsome Jason Grace were trading insults with each other. I must say, Jason had the weakest insults."

I shrugged, already knowing that in any insult contest, Aaron would win. But that left one question. "If you aren't doing anything to my friends," I said slowly, dreading the answer, "then why won't we be laughing when we see each other again?"

Khione smirked and and leaned in closely to my face. I didn't even think of throwing a curse back at her this time.

"You won't be laughing because of what I plan on doing to you."