I've just realised that the Last Olympian has a lot of 'Percy only' stuff…as in, he's not a camp, and he's with like, one other person…like when he bathes in the Styx, which means the next few chapters will be less exiting than the Battle of Manhattan, which I know everyone's been waiting for…bear with me…or suck it up…whichever translation you prefer.

Everything was red. The rocks; the floor; the ceiling, miles above.

Back it up.

I'm dreaming.

At least I better be.

I glanced around, and wished I could just shut my eyes. But my dream body didn't seem to have eyelids. Curse you dream body. I walked forward, and gazed around. I meant it…everything was red. Rocks littered the place, covering as much space as grass would a field. I couldn't see the roof of wherever I was, but the air was tinted red, so I couldn't see very high. It was an open expanse of red rock desert, but however large, I felt claustrophobic, as if there was a wall surrounding everything, be it tens of miles away. I felt like I was inside something. I walked forward. And I walked forward. I walked some more. And then a bit more.

My dream self didn't seem to get tired, but my dream brain did. This was the dullest dream ever. Then the floor changed. The rocks dimmed slightly, and instead; blisters covered the floor. I kid you not. I gagged at the sight, but see-through, slightly red bubbles that looked like giant blisters potholed…well the opposite of potholed, because they weren't holes, the surface of wherever the hell I was. Even thinking the word hell made me suddenly associate this place with it. I pictured the Christian hell, and I thought of here. I stopped at the first blister. Then nearly threw up. They weren't empty. Inside, was the slowly rotating form of an embryo, but it was visibly getting bigger. My face pale with shock, I watched it grow.

Soon, I could see what it was. Massive muscles, furry body, gym shorts (was it born with those?), and a large bull's head. The Minotaur. Large, hairy, and annoying, it sat there, no longer rotating, but still getting bigger. Percy had told me of his encounter with the Minotaur, and either Percy exaggerated, or it grows bigger. I really hoped it didn't grow bigger.

Of fucking course, it grew bigger. In the space of five minutes, it was a very long five minutes, trust me, I'd know, the Minotaur had doubled in size. A long war axe had appeared (Insert question about the gym shorts); the blade the shape of the final letter of the Greek alphabet: Ω. Omega. Very ominous, *read that in a mock spooky ghost voice*.

Finally, the bubble started swelling. Despite not actually being there, wherever the hell (sorry, it fits the place too well) there is, I stepped back. It was obviously about to explode. I watched in anticipation, imaginary, non-existent hands sweating. The bubble/blister swelled at least twice its size, then burst in a horrible reddish goo. The minotaur sat up, and as if it had done this before, crouched up and stepped straight up onto the land. It roared to the sky, waving the axe in the air.

Drama Queen. Imagine if human babies did that? The birth would be painful, with the axe and a…I'M DOING IT AGAIN. Crap. Now that image won't get out of my head. Back to the big beastie, he suddenly turned his back on me (rude), and, as if he had Google Maps downloaded in his head, he marched off with the air of a cow needing to go somewhere. I made that up. Cows don't do that…unless they do, in which case, ignore my previous comment.

What caught my eye, was that three blisters had suddenly started glowing. Not, about to burst glow, but random colours. One was black, the middle silvery blue, and the final third, a burning yellow. I trudged over, and frowned. I couldn't see what was in it, but whatever monsters they were, they glowed very bright, which is a big 'no-no, this monster is powerful' sign in the Greek world. I noticed the tell-tale sign of bursting with two, the golden and silvery blue, but the black one stayed still and quiet. I actually had to look away as both bubbles burst into goo, as the light from both had expanded to fill a huge space. I was in the silvery blue one, so all I saw was that colour. Even with my eyes closed, it was bright enough for me to see the colour perfectly.

When it died down, I turned, then my jaw dropped. Two, massive, at least ten feet tall, beings stood there. One, the one on the left, and also the one that had glowed silvery blue, shook his whole body, grumbling and complaining in a language I couldn't understand. He was huge, which we've established already. His armour was black, but had silver dots covering it, and I realised they might have been stars. His helmet wasn't a standard one though; it was shaped like a ram's head, the horns curling round in that fancy circle thing rams have. At his belt, his sword gleamed, and I hoped he never drew it. The thing was a giant great sword, and I could see the blade, for there wasn't a scabbard. It was black and starry as well. I didn't even have enough time to take in the power I felt from the first being, before the second spoke.

"What about him?"

The second being had gestured to the glowing black blister. I focused on him. I had to squint, because he still glowed yellow. He had bronze skin, like shiny new pennies, and seemed to emanate light. His eyes were yellow, like miniature fire storms, or tiny suns, and he seemed to remind me of my favourite sun god, only this guy seemed so much harsher, and violent. On his back, at roughly the same like as his brothers (they bore resemblances, so I guessed), was a giant golden sword. It felt like it was Celestial Bronze, but was completely the wrong colour. It was definitely gold. His voice seemed harsh as well, but where Kronos' was like a knife on metal, this guy sounded like a sunburn felt. I really can't think of something else to say. His voice seemed to warm me up, but in a painful way. The first guy grunted in response.

"Why would I care? What do you want, Kronos Lite?"

He said that name like it was a mocking insult, or at least an embarrassing title the glowing guy hated. He growled.

"Grrr. Leave him. If our brother does not want to wake up, then he shall stay in our uncles embraces a little longer."

'Kronos Lite' (that definitely wasn't his name but what was I gonna say instead?), turned to march off. His strides were large, and soon, like the minotaur, he had vanished into the red gloom, like he knew where he was going. The ram guy looked like he wanted to call back and argue, but his brother had gone. Sighing, like he was depressed or something, he shifted is sword at his belt, and disappeared as well. I gazed after them. Kronos Lite. Kronos. I knew this. They were powerful, that much was obvious. They knew Kronos, obviously, and they were brothers, as was the third blister, still black, but slightly bigger.

I still had no idea where I was, but I think I knew who they were. A myth from the first Titanomachy, something that Annabeth had made me study hard¸ in Ancient Greek. Kronos' most loyal follower, the most eager to kill Ouranos, and overthrow Zeus and the gods, was nicknamed Kronos Lite. Also known as the Titan of heavenly light and power, and heat…Hyperion. Which meant his brother was…Rams horn. Come on Fayden, think!

Krios! The Titan of Stars and Constellations.

Oh boy. If they were leaving this place, and going up to the real world…wait a minute what?! Up to the real world? I didn't know where I was! But thinking it just made it fit. This place was deep under the earth, maybe not even under the earth. It could be on some other plane. And there was a way up. This was bad. Two Titans. Maybe a third…I glanced back at the black blister. It was definitely bigger.

Abandoning all thoughts, I watch the blister boil, and then black light exploded. My eyesight vanished. All I heard was a few grunts, like something climbing out of the hole it had created.

The light cleared, and I saw the final brother. He wore black; pure black. It seemed to give off the same feel of danger as Nico's sword. A single diamond was stuck to the middle of his chest plate, blazing blue light, although it may have seemed brighter than it actually was, as the armour was a deep contrast.

His eyes, hidden behind a helmet shaped like a black bear, were blue-white, and they were cold. They seemed to have small amounts of steam issuing off them, and his stare was vicious, but he wasn't glaring. His eyes were that cold. His sword was on his waist, like Krios', at it was slightly smaller, but wider. It was a Xiphos, but the leaf-shaped design was so big it looked like a surfboard. A long, metal, sharp and very dangerous surfboard. His face was actually pretty good looking, but it was riddled and marked with scars. Some red, some just wrinkles on his skin, and a long white one that started at his nose, stretching up and out of sight behind his helmet.

Something struck me about him. Like Hyperion, he reminded me of Apollo. But not with the light. His smile, regardless of his eyes, was rather bright. It was Apollo's egotistic smirk. And looking closer at his eyes, the white and blue seemed to grow more silver, but that was probably my brain wanting me to see the silver, like those weird double picture illusions. Anyway, that glare, was Apollo's sister. Artemis had that deadly stare, and used it whenever someone pissed her off, or she saw Apollo. Kidding. Sort of. For twins, Apollo is the single most annoying god to ever…I'll stop before he smites me.

Back to the Titan, I assumed, that since he shared similarities with the twins, he has to be related. Now, Atlas was under the sky. According to Percy, Oceanus was fighting Poseidon. Kronos, Hyperion and Krios were about in fight in the upper world. Prometheus…I had no idea. Epimetheus? He disappeared; I think. He was peaceful…for a titan, but he vanished after the first Titan War. That left the Titan in front of me…Koios. The Titan of Intelligence and Foresight, and father of…Leto. Of course. Apollo and Artemis were his grandkids. He was mumbling something. I leaned in, listening.

"That…dream. One of Kronos' kids. Zeus? No. At least…"

I frowned. He had dreamt something in there? The others hadn't mentioned anything similar.

"Hades? No! It was someone small. He felt small. He…he killed me. I'M A TITAN!"

I flinched away as he shouted. I noticed he seemed to be trying to convince himself, not announce himself to the empty plane. One of the original six gods had killed him in a dream. He was back to worriedly fast-talking as he turned to walk off.

"Hera? Please. Hestia. HA!"

His voice disappeared, and I was left alone again. My eyes started dimming, but then they shot back into focus upon hearing a voice. I started. It wasn't coming from anywhere, rather, echoing around, bodiless.

"Goodbye, little grandnephew. I hoped you liked the sneak peek."

I was pressed against the ground. I felt like a coward, but the voice actually forced me down, like a group of people was holding me to the floor.

"I despise my weak nephew. I hope you beat him. My wife, on the other hand…Well…I'll see you again. Too soon for your liking…"

His voice trailed to a whisper then faded, and the pressure realised from my back. At least he was speaking the truth. Meeting him again ever, would be too soon for my liking. Before I could get up, my sight went slowly black, then I woke shuddering in my bunk.

Glancing around, I felt the stickiness of sweat on my face. I could just see the sun through the window directly on the wall opposite. I was in the bottom bunk, so I only saw the bottom half of the glass from my sitting up position. I could tell instinctively it was 6:37. No one in my cabin was awake. It was the Hermes cabin. The unspoken motto was sleep for half the day, prank for the other half.

Quietly as I could, I slipped out of my bed. It was too stuffy in here. It was only until I very gently shut the cabin door behind me that I realised the cabin had been as cool as the outside, but a soft breeze blew against my face. I glanced around the cabins. The Hearth, positioned right in the middle of the 'U' of cabins was smouldering, but, as always, it wasn't fully out. It never went fully out. Multiple pockets of small flames burnt, half hidden under logs, burnt black and covered in grey ash. It was a deep blue, the colour it went when the people around it were sad, worried, or unsure of something.

I'm certain I contributed to all three, but as I looked around, I saw I wasn't the only one standing or sitting around at their cabin doors. Over by the Demeter Cabin, I saw Katie sitting on the floor, staring at the ashes that floated her way from Hearth. She was either deep in thought, or catatonic. I hoped for the best. A kid I didn't know leaned against the Apollo Cabin, and Malcom from Athena was scribbling something, obviously favouring the depressive silent atmosphere out here than inside his cabin.

I shrugged my shoulders against the cold, then turned back into my cabin to get my hoodie. Walking back outside, I pulled the hood up, then headed over to the Dining Pavilion, just for something to it on that wasn't the ground. I was surprised to see another Athena camper scribbling on something at her table. Did they all get up early? She saw me, and smiled, waving. I waved back, and she saw my face.

"Hey, what's up? I get up to draw nearly every day, and I've never seen you this early."

I sighed, not answering, but I walked over to where she was sitting. Leaning over her shoulder, I saw pictures of a very familiar woman in various poses. Dressed in Greek armour, wielding a spear; in a female toga thing, grey eyes piercing me even on paper. There was even one where she was transforming into an owl, each stage drawn across the sheet.

"Nice. You've met her?"

The drawings were quite accurate. The girl nodded.

"Once. She appeared before my dad to tell him to take me to camp. She introduced herself, then left."

Her voice sounded dejected, and I understood. The gods were selfish bastards, hiding behind their 'ancient laws' and 'Zeus said so' excuses for not seeing their kids. I got it worse, to be honest. At least Athena wasn't hellbent on killing her kids and obliterating their home. The girl looked up at me, and from the awkward position, with me still gazing at the pictures from over her shoulder, she twisted, and attempted to hold out her hand. I grinned, stepping back to grab it.

"Notitia Trahenta. I know, my parents…parent, is super pretentious. Call me Noti."

I grinned, replying, "Noti. Nice. I'm Fayden Thatch."

She grinned in response. "I know. Your as famous as Percy around here. Maybe even more so, because, you know…"

She trailed off, and I finished her sentence, "Because my dad is an evil megalomaniac who wants to destroy Olympus?"

She nodded, then suddenly turned back to the drawings, saying,

"You draw?"

I laughed, saying, "Not in a very long time."

I was actually decent, not the new Da Vinci or anything, but before I discovered I was a demigod, I drew some art. Noti smiled and offered me some paper, a pencil and some colours. I tried to take them back, but she looked at me, and I sighed.

"Alright, fine."

I sat down opposite her, and started scribbling. She seemed to respect the rule with artists. Don't fucking stare at what they're drawing, trying to figure out what they're drawing! Wait until they're done.

I rotated the paper, still scribbling light circular outlines. The sausage body technique, you know. Noti had gone back to her drawing. I lost countless hours, both of us just scribbling. Seriously, when I looked up, then sun was well into the sky. I realised it was about 8:31. I'd been drawing for two hours. I stared down at my drawing. It was a picture of the one thing I couldn't get out of my head. The background was a dark, but defined red, rocks littering the floor. The sky, if it could be called that, was tinted red. On the ground, were three holes, red goo surrounding them. In the distance, two figures had their backs turned. One glowed yellow, with a massive golden sword strapped across his back. The other wore the sky on his body, the shaggy look of his metal Ram's helmet just showing, the horns protruding from the back and curling out of sight to the front.

Standing in front of the third and final hole, right in the centre of the picture, was the third brother. Bear's head, giant Xiphos, diamond on his Stygian Iron chest plate glowing. Those piercing cold eyes with the cocky smirk. My drawing of Koios was deep in thought, and he was slightly turned, like he was going to follow his brothers. I sat back, still watching it, and the daughter of Athena opposite me saw I finished. She carefully grabbed the paper, turning it to see.

"What the…"

She seemed stunned. Looking up at me, she appeared worried.

"What is this? Who are they? Why is everything red?"

I was about to answer, when she gasped again. I saw her analysing the figure at the front, my attempt to draw Koios. It was obvious what it was, because I was an ok drawer. And she's a child of Athena. They're all like walking Encyclopaedia's.

"That's…the Titan Koios?"

I nodded numbly. She seemed shocked.

"So then where…"

I watched as Noti trailed off, and realised she actually knew what it was. I had just drawn what I'd seen, but she knew where it was!

"How did you draw this?"

She was looking at me, pointing at the drawing. I felt excited, but with a hint of anticipation as I asked,

"Where is it? You know?"

She seemed take a-back.

"Wha…You don't know what you've drawn?! How?"

She sounded scared now. I hadn't told her I'd dreamt it, so she probably thought I had been possessed or something.

"What is that place?!"

She started at my insistence, then replied,

"Its. Its, um…Its Ta…"

"WOOOOOOOOH!"

Both of us jumped, and the papers covering Athena's table scattered and floated to the floor. The horn for breakfast had blown, and I saw the majority of the campers already coming towards us, most from the cabins, but a few (read: Ares and Apollo campers), were coming from the arena and the archery range. I hurriedly helped my new drawing buddy to pick up her pictures, and handed them over, before nodding a goodbye, saying,

"Tell me later!"

Before heading for the Hermes table, and being the first there, got to avoid the awful spot of half off the end of the bench. Sitting right in the middle, I noticed the plates and things had just appeared. I'd never been around the Dining Pavilion as the horn sounded before. Thinking about it, I felt stupid. I was drawing on a table covered in nothing but paper and pencils for two hours. You'd think I noticed the absence of plates. But the moment the horn sounded, the cutlery, cups and plates had appeared out of thin air, waiting for their orders. The first of the campers had just started sitting at various tables as I said,

"Um…a Full English Breakfast."

How incredibly original. I wasn't feeling original; I was feeling in the mood for bacon, sausage and fried bread, so bite me. The food appeared, with a small piece of paper next to the plate. Frowning, I read the words.

'Um'

I had to laugh. That had never happened before, but I guess the Wind Nymphs were feeling cheeky. Or maybe they knew I needed to laugh. They did seem to know more than you'd think. Cecil had sat down opposite and gestured to the note.

"What's that?"

I showed him and explained the joke. He grinned as well, saying,

"Ha. That's great. Um…Rice Krispies and milk, in the bottle, next the bowl."

I frowned at the specifics, and he replied,

"The nymphs never get the amount of milk right, and the last time I'd said next to the bowl, they obviously felt a little cheeky then as well, because a puddle of milk appeared in thin air, and then splashed all over me."

I roared with laughter at this, and as the bowl appeared, sure enough, a carton of milk appeared next to it. No paper appeared either, even though Cecil had deliberately said, 'Um'. I grinned at his face, and then he muttered,

"Stupid Wind Nymphs and their favouritism."

Instantly, a soft 'whooshing' appeared, and a small girl appeared behind Cecil, holding a carton of milk, and glaring at him. I bit my lip to stay silent, and she saw me. Putting a finger to her lips, grinning, the Wind Nymph crept up on Cecil, which was not as easy as you'd think, him being a son of Hermes, but she made no noise, probably because she was floating above the floor. Wind Nymphs never appear with legs normally, but they can choose to. Usually, they look like white, cloudy genies, but the top half wasn't animated, and none of them, to my knowledge, looked like a blue Will Smith. Their upper bodies usually had the form of women, varying in age.

This one looked like a teenager, but she could easily be as old as Chiron. She was now right behind Cecil, and the boy hadn't noticed a thing, too busy carefully pouring the perfect amount of milk into his bowl. Apparently, along with ADHD and Dyslexia, Cecil had got mild OCD. (That was a joke, no demigod gets OCD because they're demigods, although Mr. Markowitz here did have the only tidy-ish bed in the Hermes cabin).

He gave out a great cry as suddenly, the nymph had poured the whole carton on and over him. The milk fell down into his bowl, making it overflow, and the cereal to float out over the top and onto the table. He was soaking in milk, his hair dripping and clothes sticking to him. The white liquid was steadily dripping off the table as Cecil rounded on whoever was behind him. But the nymph had vanished. Now at least half the campers had turned to see what had happened, and I knew that at least some had seen the nymph. But everyone was laughing, hard.

Over by the first of the cabins, to the south of the Dining Pavilion, I saw the little girl nymph wave at me cheekily, before vanishing into thin air again. Cecil had sprung to his feet and run off the to the showers, leaving the laughter of the crowd behind him. Still grinning, I turned back to my breakfast, to find another note sitting right on the plate. It read:

Ω

He was right you know. All of the nymphs like you, and a few have to be stopped fangirl stalking you…

So, you're welcome.

Ω

I laughed at the note, and it vanished it thin air the moment I read it. Honestly, Hera couldn't really blame Zeus for all the times he jumped on a Nymph. They're the biggest flirts in the world. You didn't know where the term 'Nymphomaniac' came from? Well now you do. Finally, with no notes or otherwise stopping me, I settle down to eat.

As I finished the last bite of fried bread, I saw Cecil come back from his cabin, freshly cleaned, in new clothes, and watching for Wind Nymphs. As he approached the table, one appeared shaking an empty carton at him. He didn't see it was empty, and ran away yelling. We all burst out laughing again, and I got up from the table, and started heading for where Annabeth was coaching someone in Ancient Greek. She wasn't really a teacher, but she was the 'go to' when you wanted to learn something in Greek. The little kid walked off before I arrived, and Annabeth looked up, smiling.

"Hey? You hear to talk, or want to slog through another text?"

I faltered. I had wanted to try and discuss a more…fun way of learning, but she seemed to know exactly what I had come to say without me saying it, and her answer was a solid 'No'. I slumped, then nodded. She laughed, then ran into the Athena cabin to fetch the thickest book she could find, knowing her. I slumped down round the side of her cabin, and waited for her to come out. When she rounded the corner, I inwardly gasped. She was holding a huge book. Easily 1000 pages long, and wide to, not just long…
The book. She wasn't wearing a fucking strap on you dirty minded freaks.

"Wha…?!"

She slumped down next to me, grinning in that 'Ha, got you' way, and said,

"So. This is the Iliad and Odyssey in one book. Chiron let me keep it after I uh…borrowed it without asking to read."

I scowled, and she laughed, and flipped open the page. It was someone easy to read. I could make at least nine out of ten words, and sometimes ten out of ten.

"Η Ιλιάδα, του Χόμερ."

I breathed in, then launched into the first few lines, the poem of Achilles' rage against King Agamemnon.

"Οργή-Θεά, τραγουδήστε την οργή του …Peleus'... Ο γιος Αχιλλέας, δολοφονικός, καταδικασμένος, που κόστισε στους Αχαιούς αμέτρητες απώλειες, εκσφενδονίζοντας στο σπίτι του θανάτου τόσες πολλές εύρωστες ψυχές, ψυχές μεγάλων αγωνιστών, αλλά έκανε το σώμα τους να ψύζει, γιορτές για τα σκυλιά και τα πουλιά, και η θέληση του Δία κινούνταν προς το τέλος του. Ξεκινήστε, Μούσα, όταν οι δύο για πρώτη φορά έσπασαν και συγκρούστηκαν, …Agamemnon... Άρχοντας των ανθρώπων και λαμπρός Αχιλλέας."

Annabeth seemed impressed, but smiled at my struggle with the names. I got Achilles (Αχιλλέα), but 'Agamemnon and 'Peleus' threw me. She pointed at them individually and said,

"Ο Πέλεους»."

I repeated her, then fit it into the writing.

"Αγαμέμνων."

Again, I repeated the word Agamemnon in its tongue, then put it back into the sentence it belonged to. Annabeth nodded her assent, then gestured for me to go on. I spent hours reading the Iliad. Annabeth seemed to enjoy it, and commented out loud on her favourite parts and cursed at the bits she hated. All in Ancient Greek, of course. The number one rule of Annabeth's unofficial class is no English or any other language the moment you ask her for help. I looked up at the sky, and realised it was now 12:59. I'd literally been here for…wait for it…01:00. Three hours. Annabeth seemed to know what I was thinking, and said,

"Well. That was good. Your really good at this."

I felt great. Compliments are the best way to get into my good books. I'm shallow like that. I slammed the book shut, and handed it back to Annabeth, replying,

"Well that was…"

I stopped, thinking for a carefully planned reply.

"…Interesting. Do you know where Percy's gone?"

She seemed to have been about to hit me for my 'interesting' comment, then frowned, bottom lip being bitten, like she always does when she's unsure of something.

"I don't know. He didn't even tell me he had planned on leaving. I had to ask Chiron. That Seaweed Brain…"

She didn't say it like an insult. I'd noticed she'd stopped doing that very often. The nickname had seemed to become a term of endearment, but they weren't together! Oh no! They definitely didn't like each other, not at all.

"…I'm gonna kill him."

Scratch that.

Then she shook her head, and said, rather embarrassed, as if she knew I knew she'd suddenly started thinking about Percy, which of course, I did,

"Anyway. No. I don't know where the idiot's gone. Why? You want to talk to him?"

Subtle evasion. Fair play, daughter of Athena.

"Nah."

My blunt reply made her frown.

"What's going on with you two? You aren't exactly friends friends, but still…he's seems to be avoiding you as well?"

I opened my mouth, then closed it. Finally, I replied,

"He hasn't told you?"

She raised an eyebrow, then retorted,

"No, and nice try. Tell me."

I sighed, then explained.

"Right. Well. Percy doesn't want to kill the enemy demigods. He's obsessed with this theory that their being brainwashed, instead of just being the plain and simple, 'bad guys'. Anyway, I…uh…kill some of them while on the mission with him and…"

I winced at the memory. It still hurt.

"…you know. And he got mad, saying that 'monsters can come back. These guys are dead forever', like that's a bad thing. They're the enemy. They certainly won't go, 'Oh look. It's Percy! Let's just knock him out and leave him here!'."

Annabeth had stayed silent, but at this, maybe she was imagining my unsaid message there, that they'd kill him, she made a small noise of sadness. I stopped, looking at her. Her face hid what she thought on the matter, but she seemed to be sort of agreeing with me, at least, I think. She suddenly spoke,

"I…uh…kinda of agree?"

I sighed. Here we go. Everything's about to become significantly more complicated. She breezed on,

"So, I don't think they're being brainwashed…except for Luke, of course…"

I cut her off.

"Hey, hey, hey! You can't just specialise who's under the control of my father and who isn't! Luke is gone. And, sorry, Annabeth, but I'm going to try and kill that murderous son of bitch I'm unlucky enough to call father."

Annabeth's face suddenly darkened, and she snapped,

"He's not gone! I know! I saw…"

She stopped, seeing my face, and realising this would be an endless argument. Sighing angrily, she continued,

"Whatever. I don't think they're being brainwashed, but I still don't think they should be killed. We could convince them to re-join our side. Look at Chris!"

I looked away, smiling knowingly. So typical Annabeth. As certain about everything she does, even when no one else agrees with her, except when Percy disagrees. Then, you just insert a loud, computerised 'Siri' voice, saying,

"Insert comprising argument to try and please her crush that lasts for hours."

I wasn't going to back down.

"Yeah, sure. Believe what you want. It's kill or be killed. All the demigods that Percy just leaves unconscious will wake up, and then not return the favour. They'll try and kill him. Do it all you like, but I'm the only one actually thinning the number of people who want to kill us, instead of comprising with them."

Annabeth saw that this wasn't a debate. I was pointing out my views, not offering alternatives that might change my mind, so she didn't reply. I stood up, not angry or anything, but looking for something else to do. I turned to Annabeth, grinning, and pulled her off her feet, saying,

"Anyway. Thanks for the lesson. I like hanging out with you. Do it again some time!"

I had started to jog off, so raised my voice for the final part of my departing sentence. She waved after me, shouting back,

"Same you sarcastic moron!"

I laughed, giving her the finger behind my other hand.

"Your still shorter than me!"

Then I turned back around, and went to train some other skill.

Well. That was a long chapter. I kinda want the next few chapters to be long, so I can get to the Battle of Manhattan quicker. I'm not rushing, because I know that makes it suck, but I want long filler chapters before the Battle starts. What do you think of Fayden's dream? WhAt DoEs iT MeaN?!
How do you like the small daughter of Athena OC I made? She really isn't gonna be a big part, but more of a 'Instead of Fayden seeing an unrecognisable camper that he doesn't know the name of' he'll know Noti. I might do more of those, just give the feel Fayden's actually part of Camp, and not just friends with Annabeth, Clarisse and Thalia. So yeah. Peace.