Next chapter. I'm going to put up a review below:

BobaIsLife:

All I have to say is thank you. Thank you for making the best ship on earth (Faylia) and thank for (if you don't mind my saying so) writing a book even better than the OG. Btw, don't tell Rick I said so, but your just as good as he's ever been. Keep writing!

Now, I am not, a compliment, 'lovey-feely', or even straight up emotions, person, but this review actually made me smile, happily. I don't think its entirely true (I love Faylia, and sure, I've written better works than Rick elsewhere, including some, emphasis on some, parts of my fanfic, but I don't think its better than the original. Percy Jackson is a modern classic masterpiece. And I'm 15. But, if that review is even close to being true, that's made my day.

I woke up in a bubble. You heard me correctly. Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic, I was sitting in a giant inflatable bubble, but made out of air, instead of actual plastic. I looked around, then yelped as the bubble moved. I looked down. I was standing on water, but I wasn't. There was an invisible layer of air between me and the water. I leaned forward slightly. The bubble edged forward. Great. I'm in an air-bubble-Swegway. I started spinning in circles. What? I was bored. It took me a few minutes to even remember there might be a reason I'm in the middle of the Atlantic, spinning around in a motion-controlled bubble. I thought back to the explosion. Beckendorf's dead. He has to be. Even that thought made me fall over. The air compressed, and I sank slightly under the water. I could trace the waters surface about a tenth of the way up the bubble with my hand. He'd never see his girlfriend again. Or his friends. Or camp. Me and Percy would have to tell everyone…Percy! Where the hell is he?!

I spun around, as if he'd suddenly pop out of the water at supersonic speeds. Why would he…Goddamn it Percy I was trying to prove a point.

Guess who decided to shoot out of the water at super speeds?

He shot into the air, then disappeared back under the water, before his head popped back up. I shouted at him. Luckily, my voice wasn't muffled by the air bubble,

"Percy!"

I waved my hands about. He turned, saw me, and his eyes widened. The water seemed to funnel him over to me, and he stopped outside the bubble.

"Fayden?! What the…how are you…did you do this?"

I shrugged. "I woke up about ten minutes ago."

Percy muttered something that sounded like,

"Must have been dad."

I heard.

"Poseidon?!"

He nodded. His hair was stuck to his forehead in the water, and he pushed it out of his face.

"Yeah. He, uh, visited me. Well, I visited I visited him. His palace is under us."

I looked down, as if I'd see anything other than dark water.

"Under us?!"

He nodded. "Yeah. He said…he gave me a depressing face-to-face talk."

I waved my hand in a 'go on' gesture.

"He said that Kronos' invasion was massively slowed down, which is a plus…"

I cut across him. "Kronos isn't dead, obviously?"

Percy nodded. "Yeah. He's still alive. But all the monsters, and the demigods…"

At this, he glared at me, and I held my finger up. Slightly less intimidating because of the bubble.

"No. Don't start."

He sighed, but he was still glowering.

"…Anyway, yeah. Everything is dead."

I looked down. "Everyone on board?"

Percy got the look. His face saddened.

"Yeah. He's dead. At least, Poseidon can't sense him in the ocean…which pretty much means the same thing."

I nodded. Then gestured to the bubble. "Can you…you know. Get me out of this thing. I'm suffocating."

He frowned. "It's made of air. What are struggling to do, breathe oxygen?"

"Figure of speech Ariel. Get me out."

He huffed at the name, then smirked. "Yeah, sure."

The bubble disappeared. Then I saw why he smirked. Stupid water boy. I instantly disappeared beneath the waves. I slammed my eyes shut, and desperately swam up. I'm not the best swimmer, however much I like canoeing. I like being in the canoes.

"I'm…ach…going to…splusgh…kill you…gssfg."

Percy was laughing, and I shouted at him,

"Perc...spludhsh."

I disappeared under the water again. I guess Percy had his fun, as the water under my feet suddenly hardened, and lifted me above the surface. I was now sitting on a raft sort of thing, but it was made out of water. I glared at him, and he laughed. Then, fishing at my waist, I pulled my boat keyring off my trousers. I threw at him. His eyes widened, and he disappeared beneath the waves as a small speedboat smacked into the water where he had floating on water. Whether or not he was actually treading water, or just letting the water hold him up, I didn't know. I scrambled over to the side of the boat, pulling myself up the side. Percy appeared on the other side, sitting in one of the seats, bone dry.

"Need a hand."

I gave him the finger, and he laughed again, before letting the water shoot me onboard. I immediately dried, to which I nodded at him thankfully, before sitting in the driver's seat. Percy climbed into the…is it a shotgun on a boat? Anyway, before I floored the…is it an accelerator on a boat? Anyway, a small piece of water flew out of the water, as dry as both of us. I knew what it was before Percy turned it over. A gift from Poseidon. However, I thought it was the picture Beckendorf had of Silena, but somehow Poseidon had lengthened it, turning it into a panorama, and Beckendorf was in the picture, standing next to the daughter of Aphrodite, arm wrapped around her, looking like the happiest guy in the world. It was depressing as hell. He would never look like that again. We couldn't even find his body. I nodded at Percy, and he tucked it into his pocket, saying,

"I'll give it to her."

Then I hit the accelerator (I'm fairly certain boats don't even have one, but mines a car-boat, so shut up), and we sped across the water, heading for Long Island.

It wasn't long before the beach to Camp came into view. Only a demigod can actually find it. Well, according to Percy, demigods and very, very lost pizza delivery guys. But they can find anywhere. I can guarantee you one of those poor guys have accidently found Olympus. I don't need to know…I just know, you know? I'll stop now. As we got closer, Percy suddenly blurted,

"Wait a second. How does it transform back into a car? I mean…You'd have to drive the boat on land, then turn it into a car. It might damage the boat."

I just smirked at him, and piled on the speed. He stared at me like I was crazy.

"Dude! Slow the 'f' down! You need to go slow when you approach land! What are you doing!"

I slowed down a touch, and he relaxed, then I sped up. He didn't see I was timing it with a big wave that was coming in. I was about ten metres from the shore when it rolled against the back of the boat. The bow od the boat tilted up, and with the speed, the direction changed. We flew into the air, and we crossed over to dry land about a metre in the air. Percy was yelling and clutching the side. As we fell, I yanked the steering wheel sideways, and pulled the 'car to boat' lever up.

Almost immediately, everything started changing. The wheels straightened out. The metal under the boat flowed over to the roof like a weird metal alien, before solidifying. The back seats flattened and morphed into a boot, and both me and Percy were pressed closer together in our seats as their compressed, bringing the slim R8 design back. Because I had turned the steering wheel, when the newly formed wheels hit the ground, thy hit the ground sideways, and we skidded like a racing car after a sharp turn, before shuddering to a halt. I glanced over to Percy, and laughed. He was sweating and trembling. That was fun! I nudged him,

"Pussy,"

Then pushed another button. The roof slid down in record time, leaving me with an open-top Audi. My seat had stopped keeping me in place the moment we stopped moving, and I leapt out of the car, over the door, and looked around. Most of the camp was staring at us in awe, because the campers on the beach had seen my boat. They'd all seen that badass entrance. Percy carefully pushed open the door, and was immediately engulfed in a blonde hug. Well, no. That's a but weird. The hug wasn't blonde. He was hugged by a…Annabeth hugged him!

When she pulled back, she said, quite rushed,

"Thank gods you're ok. You'd been gone for too long…I…"

I grinned, saying, "I'm fine, thanks for asking."

She smiled and glared at me. "Shut up Fayden."

I grinned even more as I pulled out my key. Pressing the button twice, the car first became a hologram, then a small keyring. I opened my hand, and it shot into my palm; I hooked it onto my belt loops. I noticed everyone looking at me and shrugged.

"What? It's a car. You've seen them before, right?"

Of course, I was downplaying. Please, talk about my awesome car for ages to come. But I didn't say that out loud. Then Annabeth asked the dreaded question.

"Hang on. Where's Beckendorf?"

We both looked down, and Annabeth covered her mouth with her hands.

"Gods. When Silena finds out…"

I nodded in agreement, and me and Percy started up the beach, heading for the Dining Pavilion to tell everyone of our great (debatable) mission. The first one to catch up was Chiron, because he was galloping. And a horse from the waist down. Cheater. Anyway, he stopped in front of us, and seemed unsure which one to comfort first, which amused me. He was like my dad. I mean that in the 'the dad I wanted'. He was nothing, like Kronos. I sometimes forget little things like the fact I have a centaur as a half-brother. And three gods and three goddesses. Whatever. I liked lording it over Apollo that I'm technically his uncle. It shuts him up about Artemis being his little sis, anyway.

"Gods. Are you all right? Where's Becke…"

He saw our faces. His own dropped. He seemed less sad, and more guilty. I stopped him from opening his mouth.

"Chiron, shut up. It wasn't your fault. It's never your fault. You didn't make us do anything. I'd like to see you try."

Chiron laughed, but there wasn't any humour to it.

"Yes, I suppose."

His tone said he supposes nothing, and still blamed himself, but I couldn't do anything. He did this whenever a camper got a paper cut. 'Oh god, I knew I should've put those letters away.' That's never happened, but you get it.

Before anyone else spoke, a female voice sounded out from the back, getting closer. Silena broke through the crowd, crying out,

"Where's Charlie?!"

She looked around, like he might be hiding under a bench. Her face mirrored shock and worry perfectly. She wasn't wearing makeup, which was odd, and she also wore half-dressed clothes. She'd rushed over here. Percy looked at Chiron looked for help. The centaur coughed nervously, and said,

"Silena, my dear. Why don't we take this to the Big Ho…"

He was cut off by her guttural moan. "No. No!"

She glanced helplessly at Percy then me. I shook my head sadly. Her legs gave out, and she sank to the floor sobbing. Everyone was too stunned to say anything, and Silena's sobs, right in the middle of everything seemed to be the quietest thing in the extensive silence. The unspoken words were even louder. Beckendorf was like the…the WD40 that makes everything work. Quite literally. He fixed machines, weapons, and people. Camp morale. You name it. Camp was a depressing place recently, and now we were a squeaky, dirty machine. Finally, I saw Clarisse walk over. She bent down and tugged on Silena's arm. I understood why those to got on so well. Ignoring the personal situation (Silena had helped Clarisse out with Chris over the summer), Love and War got on. Aphrodite and Ares. The pain was similar. My least favourite gods.

"Come one, girl. Let's go. I'll get some hot chocolate."

Everyone had started walking off. No one seemed interested in the dent we'd made in Kronos' plans. I don't blame them. I'd let him invade Manhattan if I knew what would've happened. I made fun of Chiron for doing it, but deep down, I did the same. But where as Chiron blames himself for no reason, I could have helped. I didn't have to run of to find Kronos; me and Beckendorf could've fought those Giants easily; I could've attacked Kronos as a distraction; I could've not been fucking useless.

But who am I kidding? At least I can recognise when I am blaming myself for nothing. At least I have that over Chiron. I know I'm being irrational. Still sucks.

Silena had got up to follow Clarisse, but Percy called her.

"Hey, wait. Silena!"

She turned, tears in her eyes.

"Yeah?"

I could tell she was hiding a biting remark under her polite tone, and sure…she's upset, but still. Percy pulled the picture out of his pocket and gave it to her. She carefully unfolded it, then gasped, fresh tears streaming down her eyes.

"How did you…?"

Percy replied softly, "Poseidon."

"But Charlie wasn't even in this ph…" she spluttered.

She looked at me this time, but I told her the same thing.

"Poseidon."

She nodded, clutching it to her chest, then she turned, and walked off. I shared a glance with Clarisse, in which she managed to tell me she was happy I was back, but I'm going to comfort her, and I replied 'go ahead'. Then she trudged off after the grieving girl. I turned to Percy, and he looked back.

"Well, that sucked."

He nodded in agreement. Annabeth wiped a tear from her eyes, and said to Percy,

"I'm glad you're not dead Seaweed Brain."

"Yeah, me too."

As if on second thought, she turned to me,

"And you, you big idiot."

I smiled. "You're still short."

She shook her head in disbelief, grinning slightly. Chiron looked at both of us.

"I'm sure…I'm positive that you did everything you could…both of you. But you must tell…Poseidon? What do you mean? What happened?"

Percy didn't look like he wanted to talk, so I explained everything. But after I explained how we escaped, I stopped.

"…Well. I blacked out, and woke up in an air bubble, so I think Percy needs to explain what happened."

And Percy told us about his trip to Poseidon's palace, his dream about the Titans, and the message Poseidon had given him. Chiro gazed down at the camp. He seemed far away. Then he spoke, quietly,

"We must call a war meeting. Immediately, to discuss this spy, and other matters."

But Percy wasn't done being the bearer of bad news. "Poseidon mentioned another threat. Something even bigger than the Princess Andromeda. I think it might be the challenge the Titan mentioned in my dream."

Chiron and Annabeth looked at each other. I hated it when they did that. I think Percy did as well. They knew something they wouldn't tell everyone. Chiron replied to Percy's statement,

"We will discuss that as well."

"One last thing…When I spoke to my father, he said to tell you its time. I need to know the full prophecy."

Chiron looked like Percy had just asked him to execute his favourite son. His shoulder's sagged in defeat.

"Very well. Annabeth, let's go…show Percy the truth."

I decided to follow, but felt kind of…out of place. The prophecy was about Percy, and Chiron and Annabeth already knew it. What was I doing here? Finally, before we reached the Big House, I just muttered,

"I'll, um. I'll just leave you to it?"

Chiron and Annabeth seemed surprised I didn't want to know. Percy on the other hand, had no objections, saying,

"Yeah. Ok. See you."

I think a permanent rift branched between us when I killed those demigods. I trudged off, heading for the Ping Pong table. I saw Clarisse and Silena sitting there anyway. Yay. More tears and sadness. I sat down at the other end, and they both looked up.

"Chiron's going to call a war council. Thought I'd…you know."

Clarisse made no response, but Silena wiped her nose, and said,

"It's ok."

I watched her. If she had worn makeup, he had the stereotypical mascara line down her eyes. As it was, there was a wet line under both eyes, and surrounding them was an angry red patch. She seemed so defeated. He shoulders were slumped forward. Her head was down, parts of her hair dripped in the hot chocolate in front of her; the steam seemed to make her face glisten even more. One arm was holding the cup, the other was laying across the table. Clarisse was rubbing her back, sitting there silently. Silena suddenly looked up, and asked me,

"How did he…how did he…"

But she broke down again. Clarisse rubbed her back again, and said,

"You don't need to know that. Come on. Just…"

But she seemed lost for words. Silena gathered herself and looked at me. I knew what she wanted. How did he die.

"Uh. You sure? I mean…"

Even nodding seemed difficult for her.

"Ok. Um. He died…bravely. He was captured after planting the bombs. He tricked the monsters into thinking he hadn't planted them. But…uh…his detonator was instant. He was in too much of a state to escape…and we…I…left him. He died in the explosion. I should have done something!"

I seemed to start talking to myself at the end of that. Silena noticed. I had slammed my hand down on the Ping-Pong table. She nodded, and replied,

"Thank you. And Fayden?"

I looked up. I really didn't want her to reassure me about anything, but I knew it was about to happen.

"It wasn't your fault. Charlie…he died to protect us. Its just the stupid thing he'd do."

I nodded stiffly. "Just…grieve."

She seemed to have calmed down. Or at least, enough to hold the hot chocolate and not spill it everywhere. I'm guessing Chiron had told everyone, as the other councillors had lined up around the table, keeping silent, and sitting down. Even though I was still in the Hermes Cabin, I'd been unofficially labelled the head councillor of the 'Evil Bastard Also Known as Dad' Cabin. We all sat in silence, but I couldn't help but notice that Clarisse and the new Apollo head councillor, Michael Yew, glaring at each other from across the table. Clarisse was still dressed in her magical armour; she hadn't disactivated it. Her second magical spear, which I'm fairly certain she'd nicknamed 'Maimer' (Who am I kidding? I'm the one who started the 'Lamer' nickname. Yes. I'm a great friend), was strapped across her back. She had a knife at her belt. Michael was dressed more casually, but he was still armour. He wore a light chest plate, fit for an archer, but her was wearing baggy jeans, and no helmet. His quiver and bow, as per usual with all the Apollo kids, was strapped on his back. Michael suddenly retorted,

"I don't know what you're glaring about, Boar-head!"

I could feel the tension snap. Instantly, Clarisse was on her feet, and so was Michael, although to be fair, it was easy to tell with Clarisse. I'd laugh if I wasn't shocked by the sudden outburst, but Michael was a little over a metre tall. He looked like a…I don't know, something small and ratty. Like a ferret, or a rat. Pointed nose, scrunched up features- that might be because he seems to be always glaring.

"What I'm glaring at! You…you cowardly little…!"

I leaned over to Pollux, who had sat next to me. He, along with everyone else here, the Stoll's from Hermes; Katy from Demeter; hurriedly appointed Jake Mason from Hephaestus, seemed to be trying not to laugh.

"What the hell is going on?!"

He smiled at me. "Clarisse and Michael are arguing over the flying chariot. A big raid a few months back, remember?"

I vaguely recalled it. I hadn't been paying much attention. "Yeah?"

Pollux continued, "Well, as you know, Ares cabin led the raid. But the Apollo cabin captured it. They've been arguing ever since."

I 'ahhed', then glared. "They can't do this later?! We have other things to attend to! And…you know…"

I gestured at Silena who was just gazing at the Ping-Pong net. She didn't even seem to be hearing the shouting match right next to her. Pollux's answer was cut off by a fresh bout of shouting,

"It's our loot!" Michael was standing on tiptoe, for all the good that did. "If you don't like it…kiss my quiver!"

I stood up, now angry.

"SHUT UP! God! We have things to discuss, morons! Shut it!"

I glanced around, and noticed Percy, Annabeth and Chiron had been walking over. They sped up, and I turned back to Clarisse, who was glaring at me now.

"Tell Michael to stop being such a selfish ass!"

"Oh, that's perfect coming from you!"

"I'm only here to support Silena! Otherwise, I'd be back in my cabin!"

I frowned, then looked back at Pollux as the remaining three arrived. The son of Dionysus told me,

"Clarisse has refused to speak to anyone until her issue is resolved. She hasn't spoken for three days."

Travis butted in, "It's been wonderful."

I nodded, and watched as Percy and Annabeth stood awkwardly up at the front of the table. Chiron had a mixture of annoyance, sadness and impatience on his face. I'd always be impressed by the number of emotions he could pull of in one go. Clarisse turned to Chiron.

"You're in charge, right? Does my cabin get what we want or not?!"

Chiron sighed. "My dear, as I've already explained, Michael is correct. Apollo's cabin has the best claim. Besides, we have more important matters…"

"Sure!" Clarisse snapped. "Always more important than what Ares needs. We're supposed to just show up and fight when you need us, and not complain like fuc…like bloody automatons."

Connor muttered something that I couldn't make out. Clarisse did, and she clasped her knife, growling.

"Maybe I could ask Mr. D…"

"Clarisse you know our director is busy and away on business in the war." It seems anger had won the battle of which emotion is dominant in Chiron's voice.

"I see." Clarisse sounded like she wanted to stab something. I suddenly felt like Katie and Silena should shift over slightly. They were closest. "And the senior councillors? Are any of you going to side with me?"

I glanced around, and no one was smiling now. They wouldn't meet Clarisse's eyes. Me? Of course I stood. Clarisse was my friend.

"Me. Of course I am."

Everyone seemed surprised, but more about the fact I'd said anything at all, instead of choosing to cowardly sit there silently, rather than who I sided with. Clarisse was smiling at me. It wasn't a humorous smile, rather, an 'I love you' (Not literally, keep your ships in your pants, shipping nerds). But as she looked around, no one else spoke. I wasn't enough. She drew her knife and threw it at the table. I was the only one who didn't flinch.

"Fine."

She turned to the depressed daughter of Aphrodite. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get into this when you've just lost…anyway. I apologize. To you. And you."

She looked at me when she said that.

"No one else."

As she turned her back to walk off, she turned and held up her finger.

"All of you can fight this war without Ares. Until I get satisfaction, no one in my cabin is lifting a finger to help. Have fun dying."

Then she walked off.

Michael Yew huffed. "Finally. Good Riddance."

Instantly, I punched him in the back of the head. It wasn't hard, but he still smacked his face against the front the Ping-Pong table.

"OW!"

Everyone cried out and stared at me like I'd got naked. I glanced at Michael, who was clutching his nose.

"You're an idiot. Before this war is done, out of desperation, or because I'll make you, Clarisse is going to watch you get on your knees and apologize."

Then I stormed after Clarisse. Annabeth called after me,

"What about the prophecy?!"

I flipped them a finger over my shoulder, shouting back,

"Someone can tell me later. I don't care."

I saw Clarisse heading for her cabin, so I jogged after her, calling out,

"Hey! Clarisse!"

She turned, fists clenched, expecting someone else, then saw me. She relaxed, and seemed to know why I had followed.

"I'm fine, really…"

"No you're not."

She clenched her mouth, then sighed.

"Yeah, I know. It just pisses me off. They don't need a flying chariot!"

I was going to point out that, realistically, she didn't need one either, but thought better of it.

"He is a stupid little ferret of a camper. I mean, he's literally just over a metre tall."

Clarisse laughed, and nodded.

"Yeah. God, at least Lee wasn't a stubborn prick."

I gazed up at the sun, shielding my eyes. "I don't know. I think stubbornness runs in the family…"

I stared intently at the sun as I continued, "…his father's side."

Clarisse seemed to find it funny, and worrying at the same time. I was quite obviously insulting Apollo, I mean, I was talking to the sun, and asking him to do something. The sun seemed to get a lot brighter, and I had to look away, but nothing happened. We both stayed silent for a bit, then Clarisse nodded back to the Big House.

"I saw a big commotion over there as I left. What happened?"

I suddenly smirked. "I may have punched Michael into the table for saying your not needed at camp."

I rubbed the back of my neck as Clarisse howled with laughter.

"HAHAHA! I've wanted to do that for so long! Did you break his nose?"

I laughed, then said, "I'm not sure…but he's got a nosebleed."

Clarisse grinned in joy, and high-fived me.

"Brilliant!"

She calmed down a bit, and smiled warmly at me.

"Thanks, btw. I mean, from everyone else's reaction, I was thinking the same thing."

I shook my head. "Then you're being an idiot. Do you need me to hit you in the back of the head? I might start a company: The Idiot Bully-Repeatedly punches morons until they grow the fuck up."

She laughed again, but replied,

"Seriously though…thanks."

I nodded. "Anytime."

We sat there bantering for a while, before she finally got up, and said,

"Thanks for that, Fayden. But I do want to…you know,"

She gestured to the Ares Cabin. I nodded, standing as well, saying,

"Got it. You want to go and rage with siblings. Knock yourself out…or even better…knock Michael out."

She laughed and we hugged, before she walked off. I turned, and walked back over to the Big House as the council seemed to disperse. Almost immediately, Michael, a small trickle of blood running down his nose stormed over to where I was standing. He stood there and steamed, but before he could speak, I leaned in, staring intently at his nose.

"Huh. Seems I did break it. That easily, really?"

He stopped whatever retort he was about to make. My message was very clear. Scram little buddy. He stormed off, heading for the infirmary. All the other campers seemed to avoid me, probably in case I hit them as well, even Percy, although I think he was just mad at me from…you know. Attacking the bad guys. Annabeth was the one who walked up to me, and seemed surprised to see Percy didn't.

"What…"

"He doesn't really like me at the moment."

She raised an eyebrow, and I replied,

"I killed some enemy demigods on the Princess Andromeda and Percy didn't like that. He keeps saying they were being brainwashed."

Annabeth didn't really seem to react. Either she agreed with me, or she's hiding her true thoughts.

"Fair enough. He does get touchy about that. Anyway, how's Clarisse."

I gave her a 'really? Now you care?' face, and answered,

"Just tell me what you came over here to tell me. Don't pretend you care about Clarisse."

She seemed affronted, and shit back,

"Hey! I care about…"

I snorted. "Please. Annabeth… you don' even like her."

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

"Fine. Um, the prophecy."

I nodded, and we walked towards the canoe lake, discussing it. At least she didn't seem to be trying to avoid me.

"Well. That's a bummer."

Annabeth had to laugh. "Only you. Only you could summarise that as, 'It's a bummer'."

I shrugged. "It's a talent."

She shook her head in disbelief. She's been doing that a lot around me. I was unbelievable. Unbelievably amazing…*cough*…did I say something?

"Anyway. Yeah. Percy now thinks he's going to die saving the world."

I frowned. "Do you?"

She frowned back. "Do I what?"

"Do you think he's going to die?"

She jumped as if static had just zapped her. I guess it was a blunt question.

"What?! No…I…Well…Prophecy's have different…you know," she finished lamely. I raised an eyebrow and she sighed.

"Prophecy's have multiple meanings. You'll drive yourself crazy trying to figure it out…"

"Yeah…nice evasion."

She swallowed, then said, "I…I don't want him to…of course not. But…there's a good chance…No. He's not going to die."

My eyebrows stayed raised, and replied (Me, not my eyebrow),

"You sound confident. Fair enough. Same enough. Of course, I don't want him to die, so the only thing to do, is make sure he doesn't."

She nodded. I gestured after him.

"He looked pretty down. I'd go comfort him, but…I think you'd have better results."

She frowned. "Why would I have better results?"

I smiled as I stood. Walking off, I called back,

"Just a hunch."

Well. I'm not really sure. That's very vague. Hmm.

OK I'll stop.

This chapter was a rollercoaster. First it was depressing, then funny. I'm not sure about Percy kinda souring towards Fayden, but it kinda makes sense…they have very different personalities. As for punching Michael…

I find it incredibly easy to write about Fayden. I just invented his personality (Largely based off mine which made it a lot easier), then didn't need to think about what he'd do in situations. I didn't need to stop and think 'What would someone with that personality do?'. I just knew.