When she could see straight again, Amoriel was back at camp half-blood, in the dining pavilion, in the middle of dinner. They were standing on the Aphrodite cabin's table, and Piper had one foot in Drew's pizza. Amoriel had her now grazed elbow in a girl's Low-Calorie Steak. Sixty campers rose at once, gawking at them in astonishment. Whatever Hera had done to shoot them across the country, it wasn't good for her stomach. She could barely control her nausea. Piper was looking green in the face, and Jason ready to pass out. Leo wasn't so lucky. He jumped off the table, ran to the nearest bronze brazier, and threw up in it—which was probably not a great burnt offering for the gods.

"Jason? Amoriel?" Chiron trotted forward. No doubt the old centaur had seen thousands of years' worth of weird stuff, but even he looked totally flabbergasted. "What—How—?"

Amoriel grinned at everyone staring at them with their mouth opened.

"Hi," Amoriel said, as casually as she could. "We're back."

Amoriel didn't remember much about the rest of the day. They told their story and answered a million questions from the other campers, but finally, Chiron saw how tired they were and ordered them to go to bed.

Amoriel didn't leave the confines of her Cabin till late at night after a full rest and an hour-long lavender bubble bath.

It felt so good to sleep on a real mattress, and Amoriel was so exhausted, she crashed immediately on her fluffy bed.

When she woke up at midnight, there was a man who was sitting on her reading.

Amoriel didn't even need to open her eyes to know who it was. He always came to visit her after a quest. "Hello, daddy dearest."

Eros gave his daughter a bright smile and sit next to her on the bed, "Hello, princess. How was your quest?"

"It was fine. I killed it, as always. We made a few forced landings and I got turned into gold once which was kind of embarrassing but all in all, it was a nice quest. Though it could be better if I could remember who I was." Amoriel summarized.

Eros nodded, "Yeah I'm still salty about that too. I'm gonna have a loong talk with Hera. I heard you get a boyfriend."

"Yeah, yeah I did. And he's the most amazing boy I ever seen." Amoriel said with a lovesick smile on her face.

"What about Cecelia?" Eros asked his daughter with a lifted eyebrow.

"Who?" Amoriel furrowed her eyebrows.

"Nobody. Look I have to go now, princess. I have to attend to a meeting and you have an elf to catch up to right there and never forget I love you." He said as he pointed at the window.

Amoriel looks at him with confusion and looks at the window. She saw Leo sneaking into the forest. She looked back towards her father but he was already gone. "I love you too dad." She whispered.

She turned invisible (yes she can do that if you guys want to know her full abilities tell me in the comments I'll put it on a chapter) and followed him to the depths of the wood. It seemed impossible the woods could be so deep and wild, but Amoriel followed Leo until the trees were like skyscrapers and the canopy of leaves completely blotted out the stars. Even the fire in Leo's hand couldn't have lit the way.

Finally, they crossed a stream and came to a dead-end, a limestone cliff a hundred feet tall.

He walked up to the cliff. Leo put his hand on the cliff. Suddenly his fingers smoldered. Lines of fire spread from his fingertips like ignited gunpowder, sizzling across the limestone. The burning lines raced across the cliff face until they had outlined a glowing red door five times as tall as Leo. Snd the door swung open, disturbingly silently for such a big slab of rock.

then lights flickered on—a combination of electric fluorescents and wall-mounted torches. The cave was the size of an airplane hangar, with endless worktables and storage cages, rows of garage-sized doors along either wall and staircases that led up to a network of catwalks high above. Equipment was everywhere—hydraulic lifts, welding torches, hazard suits, air-spades, forklifts, plus something that looked suspiciously like a nuclear reaction chamber. Bulletin boards were covered with tattered, faded blueprints. And weapons, armor, shields—war supplies all over the place, a lot of them only partially finished.

Hanging from chains far above the dragon's platform was an old tattered banner almost too faded to read.

Leo's back was turned to her so naturally, she scared the living daylights out of him when she suddenly said, "What is this place? "

"Mierda, Amorie, me has asustado muchísimo." Leo turned around in shock.

(Shit, Amorie, you scared the hell out of me.)

"Sorry, just wondered what you were up to in the middle of the night." She said.

Leo turned to the table behind him, that Festus' decapitated head lied upon. Still battered and scorched from his final crash in Omaha. "I just wanted to say goodbye to him." He said.

Amoriel walked next to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders while he hugged her waist and laid his head on her shoulders.

"I will miss him too," said Amoriel. "He was the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen. And believe me, I saw a lot."

"So you do remember everything now?" Leo asked hesitantly.

"Yes, well most of it. There are still some blanks here and there but yeah I remember the important parts." Amoriel answered. She then smiled and said. "I also remember that we never finished that game of 21 question game of ours. If I remember correctly you have 19 questions left, wanna continue?"

"You wanna play it now?" Leo said with a laugh.

"Well, you know what they say. The best time is now. So ask away."

"Ok then, what is your mother's like?"

"Dunno. Never knew her. She died while she was giving birth to me. My father raised me." Amoriel answered.

"Isn't that like forbidden or something?"

"Yes, but he managed with a little bit of help from Hera. You know, love knows no bound and no one loves a girl more than her father."

"When is your birthday?"

"February 14th."

"Really? You born on Valentine's day?"

"I know it's a weird coincidence but yeah. My father always says that I'm the most precious Valentine's day gift he ever got."

"Back to my previous do you have any hobbies? "

"I love painting, drawing and making sketches."

Then Leo asked the question he wanted to ask the most. "did you had a relationship before this?"

"No. I had some flirts with a few boys and girls but nothing like what I have with you."

"How do you know that you like me? You didn't know me up until two days ago."

Amoriel took his hands in hers, "As the daughter of Cupid, I have this ability I can detect emotional ties between different people, I can easily tell their sexuality and their ideal partner. You are the ideal boyfriend for me. When I first met you, you were it for me. You are everything I can ever want. Because we're endgame, Leo Valdez." Amoriel simply answered.

Leo blushed and smoke started to come out of his hair. "Well, I wouldn't say n-" he started but he never get to finish because Amoriel grabbed him from his shirt. One hand through his hair and the other on the back of his neck she pulled him into a clumsy and perfect kiss.

And at that moment the world stopped spinning for Leo as Amoriel's lips met his and he forgot how to breathe. His heart kept missing beats and his hands cannot bring her close enough to him. He tastes her and realizes he has been starving. Maybe it lasted a minute, and maybe it's an hour. All he knew was that kiss, and how soft her skin was when it was brushing against his.

Once they parted Leo licked his lips and tried to get past the initial shock of know that he just kissed her.

Amoriel's eyes were so big that Leo wanted to write poetry about them. Disgustingly sweet poetry about glittering pools and endless depths and entire constellations that exist nowhere but within her.

They touched their foreheads together and closed their eyes. The only thing he could say was, "Wow."

Amoriel giggled, "Yeah, Wow." She gave him an Eskimo kiss.

For the rest of the night, they talked about anything and everything and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Breakfast was great. Leo's tacos were awesome too, but something other than tofu really hit the spot for Amoriel. It felt so strange to be back here, at the tables around the mess hall. She was sitting at the new Eros table alone. Then she spotted a certain blonde.

"Annabeth-"

"Don't worry, Amorie, Thalia already I-M'd me. So we know where Percy is. Now we need to get him here."

"Yeah," Amoriel nodded. "Thanks, Annabeth. Oh, wait, Leo's calling. I have to go."

True to her word, there he was, waving, and jumping up and down.

"What is it, Leo?" Amoriel asked as she finished the rest of her sandwich.

"You know Bunker Nine?"

She swallowed and replied, "Yeah. You decided to burn it down, or blow it up, now?"

Leo shook his head."The opposite. I want to reveal it to the rest of my Cabin, plus Piper and Jason."

Amoriel bit her lip. "Are you sure?"

He nodded. "I think so. Bunker nine is theirs, by heritage. I shouldn't keep it from them."

"So," Amoriel said, smirking. "You want me to pretend I know nothing about this?" Everything was strange without the constant danger around.

"No," Leo said. "I want you to do the opposite. Can you help me?"

Leo hadn't looked so jumpy since he'd offered tofu burgers to the werewolves. When he and Amoriel got to the limestone cliff in the forest, he turned to the group and smiled nervously. "Here we go."

His hand caught fire, and he set it against the door.

His cabin mates gasped.

"Leo!" Nyssa cried. "You're a fire user!"

"Yeah, thanks," he said. "I know."

Jake Mason, who was out of his body cast but still on crutches, said, "Holy Hephaestus. That means—it's so rare that—"

The massive stone door swung open, and everyone's mouth dropped. Leo's flaming hand seemed insignificant now. Even Piper and Jason looked stunned, and they'd seen enough amazing things lately.

Only Chiron didn't look surprised. The centaur knit his bushy eyebrows and stroked his beard as if the group was about to walk through a minefield.

His instincts told Leo that he was meant to share this place—at least with the Hephaestus cabin—and he couldn't hide it from Chiron or their two other best friends.

"Welcome to Bunker Nine," he said, as confidently as he could. "C'mon in."

The group was silent as they toured the facility. Everything was just as they had left it—giant machines, worktables, old maps, and schematics. Festus's head was still sitting on the central table, still battered and scorched from his final crash in Omaha.

They went over to it, with a bitter taste in their mouths, and Leo stroked the dragon's forehead. "I'm sorry, Festus. But I won't forget you."

Jason put a hand on Leo's shoulder. "Hephaestus brought it here for you?"

Leo nodded.

"But you can't repair him," Jason guessed.

"No way," Leo said. "But the head is going to be reused. Festus will be going with us."

"The adventures with Happy the dragon continues. I'm in!" Amoriel smiled.

Piper came over and frowned. "What do you mean?"

Before Leo could answer, Nyssa cried out, "Guys, look at this!"

She was standing at one of the worktables, flipping through a sketchbook—diagrams for hundreds of different machines and weapons.

"I've never seen anything like these," Nyssa said. "There are more amazing ideas here than in Daedalus's workshop. It would take a century just to prototype them all."

"Who built this place?" Jake Mason said. "And why?"

Chiron stayed silent, but Leo focused on the wall map he'd seen during his first visit. It showed Camp Half-Blood with a line of triremes in the Sound, catapults mounted in the hills around the valley, and spots marked for traps, trenches, and ambush sites.

"It's a wartime command center," he said. "The camp was attacked once, wasn't it?"

"In the Titan War?" Piper asked.

Nyssa shook her head. "No. Besides, that map looks really old. The date ... does that say 1864?"

They all turned to Chiron.

The centaur's tail swished fretfully. "This camp has been attacked many times," he admitted. "That map is from the last Civil War."

Apparently, Amoriel wasn't the only one confused. The other Hephaestus campers looked at each other and frowned.

"Civil War ..." Piper said. "You mean the American Civil War, like a hundred and fifty years ago?"

"Yes and no," Chiron said. "The two conflicts—mortal and demigod—mirrored each other, as they usually do in Western history. Look at any civil war or revolution from the fall of Rome onward, and it marks a time when demigods also fought one another. But that Civil War was particularly horrible. For American mortals, it is still their bloodiest conflict of all time—worse than their casualties in the two World Wars. For demigods, it was equally devastating. Even back then, this valley was Camp Half-Blood. There was a horrible battle in these woods lasting for days, with terrible losses on both sides."

"Both sides," Leo said. "You mean the camp split apart?"

"No," Amoriel spoke up. "He means two different groups. Camp Half-Blood was one side in the war."

Leo wasn't sure he wanted an answer, but he asked, "Who was the other?"

Chiron glanced up at the tattered bunker 9 banner as if remembering the day it was raised.

"The answer is dangerous," he warned. "It is something I swore upon the River Styx never to speak of. After the American Civil War, the gods were so horrified by the toll it took on their children, that they swore it would never happen again. The two groups were separated. The gods bent all their will, wove the Mist as tightly as they could, to make sure the enemies never remembered each other, never met on their quests, so that bloodshed could be avoided. This map is from the final dark days of 1864, the last time the two groups fought. We've had several close calls since then. The nineteen sixties were particularly dicey. But we've managed to avoid another civil war—at least so far. Just as Leo guessed, this bunker was a command center for the Hephaestus cabin. In the last century, it has been reopened a few times, usually as a hiding place in times of great unrest. But coming here is dangerous. It stirs old memories, awakens the old feuds. Even when the Titans threatened last year, I did not think it worth the risk to use this place."

Suddenly Leo's sense of triumph turned to guilt."Hey, look, this place found me. It was meant to happen. It's a good thing."

"It's okay Leo, you were amazing to even find this place," Amoriel replied.

"I hope you're right," Chiron said.

"I am!" Leo pulled an old drawing out of his pocket and spread it on the table for everyone to see.

"There," he said proudly. "Aeolus returned that to me. I drew it when I was five. That's my destiny."

Nyssa frowned. "Leo, it's a crayon drawing of a boat."

"Excuse me, missy. That's a crayon drawing of destiny. " Amoriel defended her man.

"Look." He pointed at the largest schematic on the bulletin board—the blueprint showing a Greek trireme. Slowly, our eyes widened as we compared the two designs. The number of masts and oars, even the decorations on the shields and sails were exactly the same as on Leo's drawing.

"That's impossible," Nyssa said. "That blueprint has to be a century-old at least."

"'Prophecy—Unclear—Flight,'" Jake Mason read from the notes on the blueprint. "It's a diagram for a flying ship. Look, that's the landing gear. And weaponry—Holy Hephaestus: rotating ballista, mounted crossbows, Celestial bronze plating. That thing would be one spankin' hot war machine. Was it ever made?"

"Not yet," Leo said. "Look at the masthead."

There was no doubt—the figure at the front of the ship was the head of a dragon. A very particular dragon.

"Festus," Amoriel said. Everyone turned and looked at the dragon's head sitting on the table.

"He's meant to be our masthead," Leo said. "Our good luck charm, our eyes at sea. I'm supposed to build this ship. I'm gonna call it the Argo II. And guys, I'll need your help."

"The Argo II." Piper smiled. "After Jason's ship."

"How sweet; it's like taking up an old legacy that never had a good end," Amoriel said, maybe being an Argonaut against Gaea wasn't too bad if she had such a cool ship and people she loved around her.

Jason looked a little uncomfortable, but he nodded. "Leo's right. That ship is just what we need for our journey."

"What journey?" Nyssa said. "You just got back!"

Piper ran her fingers over the old crayon drawing. "We've got to confront Porphyrion, the giant king. He said he would destroy the gods at their roots."

"Indeed," Chiron said. "Much of Rachel's Great Prophecy is still a mystery to me, but one thing is clear. You four—Jason, Piper, Amoriel, and Leo—are among the eight demigods who must take on that quest. You must confront the giants in their homeland, where they are strongest. You must stop them before they can wake Gaea fully before they destroy Mount Olympus."

"Um ..." Nyssa shifted. "You don't mean Manhattan, do you?"

"No," Leo said. "The original Mount Olympus. We have to sail to Greece."

It took a few minutes for that settle in. Then the other Hephaestus campers started asking questions all at once. Who were the other four demigods? How long would it take to build the boat? Why didn't everyone get to go to Greece?

"Heroes!" Chiron struck his hoof on the floor. "All the details are not clear yet, but Leo is correct. He will need your help to build the Argo II. It is perhaps the greatest project Cabin Nine has ever undertaken, even greater than the bronze dragon."

"It'll take a year at least," Nyssa guessed. "Do we have that much time?"

"You have six months at most," Chiron said. "You should sail by the summer solstice when the gods' power is strongest. Besides, we evidently cannot trust the wind gods, and the summer winds are the least powerful and easiest to navigate. You dare not sail any later, or you may be too late to stop the giants. You must avoid ground travel, using only air and sea, so this vehicle is perfect. Jason being the son of the sky god ..."

His voice trailed off, but Amoriel figured Chiron was thinking about Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon. He would've been good on this voyage, too.

Jake Mason turned to Leo. "Well, one thing's for sure. You are now a senior counselor. This is the biggest honor the cabin has ever had. Anyone object?"

Nobody did. All his cabinmates smiled at him, and Amoriel found herself grinning with them.

"It's official, then," Jake said. "You're the man."

For once, Leo was speechless.

"Well," he said at last, "if you guys elect me leader, you must be even crazier than I am. So let's build a spankin' hot war machine!"

The council was nothing like Amoriel imagined. For one thing, it was in the Big House rec room, around a Ping-Pong table, and one of the satyrs was serving nachos and sodas. Somebody had brought Seymour the leopard head in from the living room and hung him on the wall. Every once in a while, a counselor would toss him a Sausage.

Amoriel was the eldest and only child of Eros, so that made her automatically the head counselor of the Eros cabin.

She looked around the room and tried to remember everyone's name. Not that It was hard but still. Thankfully, Leo, Jason, and Piper were sitting next to her—it was their first meeting as senior counselors too. Clarisse, leader of the Ares cabin, had her boots on the table, but nobody seemed to care. Clovis from Hypnos cabin was snoring in the corner while Butch from Iris cabin was seeing how many pencils he could fit in Clovis's nostrils. Travis Stoll from Hermes was holding a lighter under a Ping-Pong ball to see if it would burn, and Will Solace from Apollo was absently wrapping and unwrapping an Ace bandage around his wrist. The counselor from Hecate cabin, Lou Ellen something-or-other, was playing "got-your-nose" with Miranda Gardiner from Demeter, except that Lou Ellen really had magically disconnected Miranda's nose, and Miranda was trying to get it back.

Rachel Dare, the oracle, sat next to Chiron at the head of the table. She was wearing her Clarion Academy school uniform dress, which seemed a bit odd, but she smiled at them. She even gave Amoriel a little wave.

Annabeth didn't look so relaxed. She wore armor over her camp clothes, with her knife at her side and her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. As soon as I walked in, she gave Amoriel a look, that for a moment made her think she was possessed.

"Let's come to order," Chiron said. "Lou Ellen, please give Miranda her nose back. Travis, if you'd kindly extinguish the flaming Ping-Pong ball, and Butch, I think twenty pencils is really too many for any human nostril. Thank you. Now, as you can see, Jason, Amoriel, Piper, and Leo have returned successfully... more or less. Some of you have heard parts of their story, but I will let them fill you in."

Everyone looked at Jason. He cleared his throat and began the story. Piper, Amoriel, and Leo chimed in from time to time, filling in the details he forgot.

It only took a few minutes, but it seemed like longer with everyone watching them. The silence was heavy, and for so many ADHD demigods to sit still listening for that long, Amoriel knew the story must have sounded pretty wild. Jason ended with Hera's visit to him right before the meeting.

"So Hera was here," Annabeth said. "Talking to you."

Jason nodded. "Look, I'm not saying I trust her—"

"That's smart," Annabeth said.

"Probably the smartest thing Jay-Jay's ever done." Amoriel snorted which Jason roll his eyes before giving her a look that said 'shut up'. Amoriel just replied with a smirk and a wink.

"—but she isn't making this up about another group of demigods. That's where I and Amoriel came from."

"Romans." Clarisse tossed Seymour a Sausage. "You expect us to believe there's another camp with demigods, but they follow the Roman forms of the gods. And we've never even heard of them."

Amoriel sat forward. "The gods have kept the two groups apart, because every time they see each other, they try to kill each other."

"I can respect that," Clarisse said. "Still, why haven't we ever run across each other on quests?"

"Oh, yes," Chiron said sadly. "You have many times. It's always a tragedy, and always the gods do their best to wipe clean the memories of those involved. The rivalry goes all the way back to the Trojan War, Clarisse. The Greeks invaded Troy and burned it to the ground. The Trojan hero Aeneas escaped and eventually made his way to Italy, where he founded the race that would someday become Rome. The Romans grew more and more powerful, worshipping the same gods but under different names, and with slightly different personalities."

"More warlike," Jason said. "More united. More about expansion, conquest, and discipline."

"Yuck," Travis put in.

Several of the others looked equally uncomfortable, though Clarisse shrugged like it sounded okay to her.

Annabeth twirled her knife on the table. "And the Romans hated the Greeks. They took revenge when they conquered the Greek isles and made them part of the Roman Empire."

"Not exactly hated them," Amoriel said. "The Romans admired Greek culture and were a little jealous. In return, the Greeks thought the Romans were barbarians, but they respected their military power. So during Roman times, demigods started to divide—either Greek or Roman."

"And it's been that way ever since," Annabeth guessed. "But this is crazy. Chiron, where were the Romans during the Titan War? Didn't they want to help?"

Chiron tugged at his beard. "They did help, Annabeth. While you and Percy were leading the battle to save Manhattan, who do think conquered Mount Othrys, the Titans' base in California?"

"Hold on," Travis said. "You said Mount Othrys just crumbled when we beat Kronos."

"No," Amoriel said. She remembered flashes of the battle- a giant in starry armor and a helm mounted with ram's horns. She remembered their army of demigods scaling Mount Tam, fighting through hordes of snake monsters. "It didn't just fall. We destroyed their palace. Jay-Jay and I defeated the Titan Krios ourselves."

Annabeth's eyes were as stormy as a storm spirit. Amoriel could almost see her thoughts moving, putting the pieces together. "The Bay Area. We demigods were always told to stay away from it because Mount Othrys was there. But that wasn't the only reason, was it? The Roman camp—it's got to be somewhere near San Francisco. I bet it was put there to keep watch on the Titans' territory. Where is it?"

Chiron shifted in his wheelchair. "I cannot say. Honestly, even I have never been trusted with that information. My counterpart, Lupa, is not exactly the sharing type. Jason and Amoriel's memories, too, have been burned away."

"The camp's heavily veiled with magic," Jason said. "And heavily guarded. We could search for years and never find it."

Rachel Dare laced her fingers. Of all the people in the room, only she didn't seem nervous about the conversation. "But you'll try, won't you? You'll build Leo's boat, the Argo II. And before you make for Greece, you'll sail for the Roman camp. You'll need their help to confront the giants."

"Bad plan," Clarisse warned. "If those Romans see a warship coming, they'll assume we're attacking."

"You're probably right," Jason agreed. "But we have to try. Amoriel and I were sent here to learn about Camp Half-Blood, to try to convince you the two camps don't have to be enemies. A peace offering."

"Hmm," Rachel said. "Because Hera is convinced we need both camps to win the war with the giants. Seven heroes of Olympus—some Greek, some Roman."

Annabeth nodded. "Your Great Prophecy—what's the last line?"

"And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."

"Gaea has opened the Doors of Death," Annabeth said. "She's letting out the worst villains of the Underworld to fight us. Medea, Midas—there'll be more, I'm sure. Maybe the line means that the Roman and Greek demigods will unite, and find the doors, and close them."

"Or it could mean they fight each other at the doors of death," Clarisse pointed out. "It doesn't say we'll cooperate."

There was silence as we campers let that happy thought sink in.

"I'm going," Annabeth said. "Jason, when you get this ship built, let me go with you."

"I was hoping you'd offer," Jason said. "You of all people —we'll need you."

"Wait." Leo frowned. "I mean that's cool with me and all. But why Annabeth of all people?"

"Hera said us coming here was an exchange of leaders," Jason said. "A way for the two camps to learn of each other's existence."

"Yeah?" Leo said. "So?"

"An exchange goes two ways," Amoriel said. "When we get here, our memories were wiped. We didn't know who we were or where we belonged. Fortunately, you guys took us in and we found a new home. We know you're not our enemies. The Roman camp—they're not so friendly. You prove your worth quickly, or you don't survive. They may not be so nice to him, and if they learn where he comes from, he's going to be in serious trouble."

"Him?" Leo said. "Who are you talking about?"

"My boyfriend," Annabeth said grimly. "He disappeared around the same time Jason appeared. If Jason came to Camp Half-Blood—"

"Exactly," Jason agreed. "Percy Jackson is at the other camp, and he probably doesn't even remember who he is."

And this is it guys the end of the book one. I want to thank my good friend NicholasFlamelFan for giving me the push I needed to write this book and LibraConstellation for her support. Tell me in the comments if you wish for me to continue the sequel from this book or upload a new one. And comment please I really like to hear your ideas about the book.