A/N: This one's alot longer than the past two and it was really fun to write, I should also have the next one up soon. Also, thanks for the nice reviews, it means alot :)

{4} (Perspective shift) The Worst Welcome Home Ever

This had to be the worst day of my life.

I had been dispatched to perform a seemingly simple mission, "go kill the monster," they said, "we have the area protected by the mist so no one should see or intervene," they said, "it'd be fun," they said.

But somehow, someway, that idiot managed to stroll through the mist and see everything, he even saw through my mist bending, no one does that! That damn idiot even managed to get teleported with me.

I was distraught, to say the least. My dreams of going on a quest would be ruined, I would probably be banished, or killed, the idiot would also get killed, and, yes, I admit it, I took my anger out by yelling at the boy.

I looked at the boy sitting not too far from me, looking dazed and quite utterly confused. He looked around my age, maybe 15, and he had shining, brown skin, like brass, flowing blonde hair that fell to just below his ears and his eyes were a diamond blue, so, overall, he would've fit great on the front cover of a kid's fashion magazine.

I could hear the sound of the approaching campers; they would kill me. Bringing an outsider into the city? she had never heard of that ever happening, but she was sure the consequences would not be good.

The sound of the approaching campers became louder, until they were right outside the temple. The group waited outside of the temple, while one stepped forward through the crowd and into the room. I was sweating and my hands were shaking, this was it.

The person who stepped through the crowd was a tall figure, clad in full Greek battle amour and a long, blue cape, with a sword swinging by their side. The figure took of their helmet, reveal them to be an extremely serious faced girl with shoulder length blonde hair and cold, grey eyes. She had a light build, and looked no older than 17 or 18, but she exuded leadership, like every room she walked into belonged to her, and no one could oppose her.

She walked from the edge of the temple to the centre of the complex, about 5 metres. She walked slowly, each footstep filling the silent air with noise.

She regarded me coldly, with a single, small nod, before speaking.

"We got an alert from our magical borders, an outsider inside our walls," she turned to the boy at last, giving him a death glare. I could swear he whimpered a little bit, which she mentally reminded herself to tease him about it later, if I, if he, survived.

The girl spoke again, "I'm sure you don't need reminding, intruders are not allowed in the city, so I'd like to know the full story, before I pass my judgement, Molly." The girl regarded me with a cold stare again before stepping backwards slightly, as if to hand me the stage.

I fumbled out an explanation of what had happened, the fight with the monster, the boy, the way he could see through the mist, the teleporting, and finally how we ended up in the temple. (though I didn't mention how I yelled at the boy)

The girl paced up and down for a bit before speaking again, this time facing away from me and back at the crowd that had gathered.

"You say he could see through the mist, correct?" She said, with no hint of emotion.

"Y-yes, yes he- "I was cut off by the boy.

"Hey, stop acting like I'm not here! I have no idea the 'mist' is, but whatever it is, I don't care! I just want to know what's going on!"

Although the boy was shouting, but his legs were visibly shaking, which, I couldn't blame him for, I would if all of what happened to him happened to me too. Though, at the time, I was expecting him to get killed, I admit it, look, no one ever talks to the chief camper like that.

The chief camper turned and stared at the boy for a few seconds, letting the sound ring through the complex.

"I have some questions to ask, I hope you don't mind," the chief camper spoke, a lot softer than I was expecting, a hint of remorse crept onto her face, or was that, hope?

"Yeah, but- "the boy responded, but he was cut off.

"Do you have any ADHD or dyslexia?"

"Y-yeah, both, but-, "

"Any parents you haven't seen?"

"I-I never met either of them, I lived with my grandparents, but- "

The girl held up her hand, signaling the boy to stop speaking. She stood in silence for a few moments, afterwards she turned around, facing me.

My legs were shaking, I was sweating much you could have filled a bucket, and my brain couldn't make a coherent thought if it tried. I stared back at the chief camper with as much confidence as I could muster, though I doubt it was as intimidating as I wanted it to be.

The chief opened her mouth to speak, "I have decided, Molly, and-," she turned to the boy.

"J-Jake," he responded meekly.

"And Jake. Connor!" she called into the crowd, "take them to the oracle, we need the boy to be read."

A boy stepped from the crowd. He, like everyone else, he was clad in full Greek battle armour.

He spoke, "Are you sure, Sam? He could be-," he was cut off by the chief, giving him a death glare.

"I am quite sure, Connor, now take them to the oracle, also, take off your helmet, we are no longer reading for a battle. The rest of you are dismissed."

Sam turned to me and whispered, "Also, if we find him to be a threat, he will be killed, and you will be punished." She turned away again, "We will talk about this later, Molly."

Connor did as he was told and motioned for us to follow him.