Welcome back. I'm sorry for the late update, every time I tried to write, something would pop up and I would be busy. But don't worry, I'm back now.

You know the drill, skip if you don't like this part.

Shadowhunter2077: "I loved this chapter, both Hercules and Matt had valid points in their arguments, but I have to side with Hercules this time because he have a very good point while Matt is thinking with his lower head, Ouranos is being one of the smartest villains in the riordanverse (in this fic at least), he learned with the past wars that only rallying greek enemies is not enough to defeat the olympians so he is starting to rallying forces of other pantheons who even the weakest one have a threat that is at least Planetary, and we have the mid to top tier, who at very least have beings compareble to most of the olympians gods, so I can see why Hercules did what he did, but Matt also have a great point while is stupid to want a normal life (as normal as a demigod can get) in this time, is his choice and Hercules don't have the right to say what he (Matt) and Harper feel for each other is not real, because while it is true that they are attracted physically, this is how relationship start first physically then things get more emotional, but like I said I will take the side of Hercules in this argument, but I understand Matt side.

Will the Lovecraftian pantheon appear, and how would you divide the pantheons between: Low, Mid, Top and "God" tier
Keep going with the great story"

Response: Thanks, I always appreciate your reviews. And yeah, they both weren't completely in the wrong, although I'd have to agree with Hercules as well. Ouranos is smart, he's rallying up all kinds of beings. As for the Lovecraftian Pantheon, I'm not sure, I may include it, but if I do it will be later in the story. To divide up the pantheons in a tier list, here you go.

These are the pantheons I know of, if I missed any, let me know in the reviews.

God Tier: There are only two I would put here. Number one would be Christian. They have God, who is Omnipotent, Omnipresent, Omniscient, you name it he has it. Also beings like Lucifer and Michael, who are slightly more powerful than Zeus. The other Archangels, the Cherubs, the Saints, the Demons, Princes of Hell can all rival Greek monsters. Christian Pantheon has The Beast from Revelation, which could probably rival Typhon to be honest. The only weak link is the Biblical Heroes, they couldn't beat Greek Demigods. As for the second, I would put Lovecraftian here, as they have the Outer gods, Cthulhu, etc.

Top Tier: Hindu, Greek, Roman, and Shinto. All of these are close, with Hindu being the strongest of these four slightly, Greek and Roman being relatively the same, and Shinto weaker than them, but stronger than the Mid Tier.

Mid Tier: Chinese, Babylonian, Egyptian. They have certain weaknesses that put them here. Like magicians being able to beat Egyptian gods, the whole secret name thing, that stuff.

Low Tier: African, Mayan, and Aztec. Not much knowledge on these, but I know that most of the gods are really just powerful demigods to be honest, and can be beat by clever mortals. That puts them here. If there are any feats to disprove this, let me know.

Hope that answers your question.

darkwalker11: "wow great chapter cant wait for the fight and harper meeting matt again."

Response: Thanks, and me too. The next chapter we will see Matt fight Krios.

Jay: "Lol, at least Percy had the excuse of being mind raped by Hera/Juno before disappearin"

Response: True.

W1rath56: "Okay so my issue with this story that I thought was resolved has come back. Matt thinks way too much about Harper, more then she does of him. It was already intolerating enough reading through 28 chapters of Matt gawking at some weird emo chick and Im sick and tired of it so can you relax with it please? Moving on, awesome new book. Im excited for this next part!"

Response: Glad your still following along. About your issue, the first chapter and this one are more focused on their relationship and how they feel about being separated. After that, it won't come up as much, since we'll be in quest/fight territory. So to put it shortly, I'll tone it down a bit after this chapter. But it sounds like you prefer subtle romance, or no romance at all? Either way, this story has romance, so if the scenes bother you, I'd just ignore them. Also, if you don't like Harper...you might not like the chapters in her perspective. If that's not the case, then enjoy! Feel free to PM me for any questions or further concerns. I'll respond you know.

NiHaR OP: "Hehe Harper's going to be angry, Matt trying to escape was so cool. Also his fight scene is awesome, When Hercules said 'ur just horny' i died xD"

Response: Yes she will lol. And thanks, Hercules will have some funny lines I think.

thesuperone342: "Shit just got real, huh? Awesome first chapter for the Storm Bringers, and I can't wait for more. Good dynamic with Hercules and Matt, how they are already arguing lol. I will watch their future relationship with great interest. You teased Harper being bisexual super ultra hard, and it would make sense considering her brother is crushing on Matt but also wants recognition from the females of camp. Anyway, great first start and I can't wait to read the next one.

P.S. Just so you know, in my story, Percy and Zane are basically the same strength of you were wondering. Zane's a tiny bit stronger, but their basically the same. At the moment, their both as strong as Matt, at solar system level at full power."

Response: Thanks for the info on Percy and Zane, I figured that was their power level. As for Harper, we'll see. Anyway, thanks for the review man.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters (except the OC's) Percy Jackson & The Olympians, Heroes Of Olympus, or Trials Of Apollo. All of that belongs to Rick Riordan.

This chapter, along with every other one following Matt, will be in Harper's perspective. I told this in an Author's Note, so this shouldn't be a surprise.

Now then, on with the second chapter.

2. I Try To Move On

Harper

One year.

It's been an entire year since he went missing.

Hey, it's me, Harper Pierce, which you already knew that I guess. And since our usual narrator is gone, you're stuck with me.

I feel sorry for you.

I know what you're gonna ask. Hey Harper, what do you think of Matt going missing for an entire year, without even saying goodbye?

Well to answer that, let me just give you a little timeline.

The morning after we got together, I expected him to be in his cabin, only it was empty. Not a huge deal, right? Well, I look in other places, he's nowhere to be found, so I tell others about it, and they look even more, and we still don't find him.

We ended up telling Chiron, and he sent out search parties. You better believe I was on the first trip out.

Only to find nothing.

Nothing at all. We scoured the damn city and still didn't find him. It was like he had disappeared off the face of the planet. And hell, maybe he had for all I knew. He never gave any hints that night, whether he was going anywhere, or if anything was wrong, nothing.

So for a month, we searched and searched. Even going as far as to alert Camp Jupiter, our sister Roman Camp for demigods. They sent out people too, only to find nothing as well.

An entire month I rode out with the search parties, an entire month I hoped and prayed that I wouldn't find him dead, which soon turned into prayers of me finding him at all.

After a month, I began to stay back, trying to resume my normal life. Which consisted of training, and well...that's about it. With the war over, I was back to my reserved self.

At about month three they thought they had found something, a clue as to where he had gone. I was excited, I thought I was going to see him again, only for it to lead to nowhere.

Annabeth comforted me during this time, so did Sera. She was a nice girl, with a seriously tragic past, and I had grown to like her. As for Percy, Malachi and Talon...well, Percy was nice, offering me blue cookies a lot, Malachi didn't really talk to me, or anyone but Sera and Talon, due to the fact that the entire Camp was kind of scared of him. I thought he was alright, but I hadn't talked to him much. And Talon...he was Talon. He tried to make me feel better in his own way.

"Get off your ass and quit moping!" He would say.

Or the famous, "Boys come and go, goth girl, nothing new!"

But I saw past his front. He wouldn't admit that he and Matt were friends, but they were. Talon was worried about him. I saw him try to track him down, find his location, and I saw his disappointment when he found nothing.

After all of that, I just accepted that he was gone for good. A few months had passed, and I was a mess. Sure we had only known each other for a couple of weeks, but those couple of weeks were amazing, and he was such a good guy. I had witnessed my brother die, any chance of saving or getting him to come back were gone now, and Matt was really the only comfort I had...and now he was gone. You can understand why I would be a tad depressed.

For a few weeks straight, when I wasn't doing Camp activities, Camp games, or training, I was in my cabin, face first in my pillow, wallowing in my sorrows.

I didn't move during this time, I just laid there, all sad and pathetic. But I couldn't help it...I missed my Shark Boy, dammit.

A few attempts were made to get me up, Annabeth wanted to know If I would go to the mall with her, which surprised me, because I didn't think she liked malls, and I definitely don't like them. Sera had made me an Ice sculpture of Matt to cheer me up, which was kind of creepy at first, because it was so realistic, but I only brushed it off as her being sweet. She was, and she had never been around other kids, how would she know that an ice sculpture of him wouldn't make me feel better.

I remember it clearly, I was laying on my bed during free time, moping as usual. When I heard my cabin door open.

Sera peeked her head in, her white hair straight and long. She looked amazing as always, like a Disney princess or something. She was always cheerful, and we had grown quite close over the months.

"Hi Harper! I um, brought you something, I think it might cheer you up!"

I groaned at her, not in the mood for her sunny smile. We were complete opposites, so it baffled me that we had even become friends, but how could you not? It was like rejecting a puppy.

She had a sad look on her face, "I-I'm sorry for bothering you. I just thought that maybe, I don't know..."

I raised my head up, "What is it?"

She smiled, and rolled in a large piece of transparent ice. I rubbed my eyes to get a better look, and saw something that tightened my stomach.

It was Matt. He was an ice sculpture.

Part of me was impressed at her work. She had gotten every detail right. Even that small scar across his jaw. But the other part of my body only sank further. It wasn't really him.

I tried to be polite though, it was a strange gesture, but a nice one all the same, "Thanks Sera, it's...really good."

She squealed happily, "I knew you'd like it! Well, I'll leave you alone. If there's anything I can do, just let me know!"

I nodded, her happy energy was too much, I needed it to leave.

"Bye." I said, waving.

She waved and closed my door.

I stared at the sculpture for the longest time. A few seconds with fondness at his face, but then with anger. All of the bitterness inside of me coming up into my mouth.

He left me. He didn't' even say goodbye!

I grabbed my knives from my nightstand and stabbed wildly at the sculpture. Ice shards fell everywhere as I sliced up the Son of Hercules' image.

"I HATE YOU!" I yelled at one point.

Once the sculpture was obliderated, I sunk on my bed and cried. How could he leave me like that? I mean, I know we hadn't known each other for very long, but I thought what we had was real enough that it didn't matter. He was a light in darkness for me and my tragedy of a life.

Now that light was gone, and any fondness I had of him was gone.

Screw him.

I didn't need him, no I didn't. Not at all.

Aiden as well. He had been nearly as crushed as me. I remember one night I heard him muttering something.

"Aiden, what's wrong?"

He had turned to me, shocked that I heard him.

"Wh-What?"

"You said something about Matt."

He hesitated, but ended up sighing.

"I just...can't believe he would do that. And hurt you like this...after he promised."

"Promise? What promise?"

"He um, promised me that he would never hurt you."

I scoffed, bitterness welling up in my throat like a burn, "Yeah well, he broke that fucking promise didn't he?"

Aiden tightened his lips, "I know. I just...can't believe it. Maybe...maybe I was wrong about him."

I wasn't sure what he meant, so I just let him be.

Flashforward a month or so, a few new campers had begun to pop up, including a cute Apollo guy. He had wavy blonde hair, a lean athletic body, and a killer smile. I immediately took notice of him.

It was a regular evening, I was sitting in the pavilion next to one of my half siblings. I have three including Aiden. This was London, a girl about my age, looking basically the same as me, only her hair was shorter and she wasn't blind in one eye.

We had just finished scraping off the best part of our meal to our parental goddess. When I first came here, I hated doing it and thought it was stupid, but now it's just a thing to get over with, it doesn't bother me that much.

Aiden sat down in front of me. He had changed a lot over the few months. His hair was a bit longer, especially in the front, he was taller, leaner, and better with his sword. There wasn't a day that went by where he wasn't in the training arena. I was proud of him, he was really starting to become what he wanted to be.

We never really chatted that much, but today was different for some reason. London and I were talking about something when I noticed a few people out of the corner of my eye walking across Camp. Will Solace was leading them. There were four people, two girls and two guys. They looked like normal teenagers, except for him.

He was taller than Matt. Probably the same height as Malachi, he wore clothes like he had just left the country club. His hair was blonde wavy and his skin was tan. To put it in summary, the dude was hot.

Aiden noticed my gaze, "What are you staring at?" He looked in the direction of the hot guy, London following as well.

"Who is that?" I said.

Aiden shrugged, "I dunno. Why? Something wrong with him?"

I gasped, "No, um...quite the opposite."

London had a confused expression, "What do you mean?"

I looked at her incredulously, "Are you kidding? He's gorgeous!" I whisper yelled the last part, acting like some stupid prep girl. But I couldn't help it, the guy was taking my mind off of the depressing things.

"Okay okay, just...not my type, you know?" She said.

I nearly punched myself, I had forgotten she liked girls. That just tells you how much I interact with her.

I felt stupid, "Oh, um...sorry, I forgot."

She shrugged, "It's fine."

The awkward silence ensued, but I continued to look at the new guy with interest. After a moment though, I began to question myself. Liking girls? I personally hadn't ever thought about dating another girl, I just didn't see them that way. To be honest I'd never seen anyone that way besides...well, Jett Atkinson and Matt. And the reason I liked them was due to their understand and kindness. Of course Jett's was fake and Matt's was genuine, but that's a long story that I'm sure you've heard before.

It was confusing, because no girl had ever been that way towards me before Annabeth and Sera. I didn't feel like that towards them however, for a number of reasons. Sure, they were beautiful and had amazing personalities, but they're much older than me, and have boyfriends. Besides, they're complete opposites of me. Then again, Matt is too I suppose, to some extent.

I shook these thoughts out of my head, especially that last name. It was okay to pursue a new relationship right? I mean, it had been months since he disappeared, I have a right to do this, don't I?

But why? Another part of my brain argued. So you can have some desperate comfort? You've never gone out of your way to date a guy before.

I'm a teenager, I should be in a relationship, it's the normal thing to do.

Not for you, my brain argued. You miss Matt, that's why you're trying to cling to someone else, for something temporary to get your mind off things.

Shut up, I told it.

With a boost of adrenaline, I got up from our table and walked over to the tour. Will was talking about the Big House when I tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned around, a bright smile on his face, "Hey Harper! What's up?"

"Can I uh, talk to you for a sec?"

His eyebrows knit slightly, but he nodded, and we walked five feet away from the group.

I kept my voice low, "The hot guy, who is he?"

He glanced at the boy, and smirked, "Logan Barnes, my half-sibling actually. He's sixteen, been surviving with his family for his entire life. It's insane how he pulled it off. Why do you ask?"

I leaned into his ear, "Can I um, borrow him?"

He seemed puzzled by my words, but after a second, he nodded knowingly. Only for that concerned look to return.

"Are you...sure?"

I nodded, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

He shifted uncomfortably, "Well you know, I figured...I mean...Matt, and-"

I felt a lump of anger rise in my throat, "Why does everyone mention him to me? How am I supposed to date someone that isn't even here?!"

Will looked back at the group nervously, shocked at my anger.

"Sorry Harper, you can take him." He whispered, going back to the tour.

I felt bad for snapping at him. But it was true, why does everyone feel the need to give me those stares and concerned looks. I'm fine!

I ignored these thoughts and walked up to Logan, who was trying to follow the group ahead, but I stopped him.

"Hey...Logan, right?" I said smoothly.

He looked down at me (Yes, I'm like five foot six, shut up.)

"Yeah, I'm Logan. And...you are?"

I held out my hand, "Harper Pierce, nice to meet you."

He shook it, "Likewise."

I retracted my hand, feeling a sensation in it. His was so warm, it was like he was Apollo himself, radiating heat.

I composed myself, "So um, I just got word from Chiron that I'm supposed to give you the tour instead of Will."

"Oh, um...okay, that's cool I guess. Why? If you don't mind me asking."

Crap, I hadn't prepared for this. I was terrible at playing cool, so I just decided to be blunt.

"Okay, maybe he didn't say anything. Maybe...I just think you're cute."

He looked a little surprised at that, my heart was racing, I had never been so upfront before, not even with Matt.

Ugh, get that name out of your head! Logan is who you are talking to, Logan...what was his last name again?

"Well, I'm flattered, Harper. I wouldn't mind a tour from you."

I nodded happily and led him around, talking about all kinds of nonsense like the cabins, the campfire, that kind of stuff. Mostly just thinking about his hair and how much I want to run my fingers through it. It looked so soft, just like...

No, stop it! What is wrong with me?

He asked a question at one point, "Where's your cabin?"

I pointed to the black building, "There."

"Nemesis, right? That's cool."

Cool? Not really, Logan, it actually kind of sucks. But I noticed he hadn't ridiculed me for my parentage, told me I was evil because my mother helped the Titans a few years ago. I got that a lot when the war was happening.

"Thanks. So what about you? Can you summon heat waves?" I asked, a smirk on my lips.

He shrugged, "I'm really good with a bow, if that's an ability. Other than that, I'm afraid I lack anything extraordinary."

"Oh c'mon, I doubt that's true. I mean, you survived all on your own right? That takes skill."

His face darkened, "I...wasn't alone. I had my family looking out for me. They um, died last week. It's the reason I'm here, mom always said this is where I was to go if anything ever happened." He grit his teeth, looking down at the ground. "And something did."

I stopped walking, he did too. I felt a pang of sympathy for him, understanding what he was going through. I wanted to reassure him, but I didn't know what to say, it just didn't come naturally to me anymore, I wasn't exactly a comforting person.

"I'm sorry, Logan." I said, probably sounding fake, but I tried not to be, I really did feel bad for his situation. Nemesis never cared for me, so I can't imagine what it must have been like to lose a loving mother.

"It's okay."

"If you don't mind, what monster was it?" I asked.

He shook his head, "Oh no, not a monster. It was not a monster."

"What?"

He was visibly shaken, "T-Two men, not monsters, but they seemed like it. They had st-strange tattoos, and these big swords. I-I couldn't do anything against their power, they could control lightning."

I felt a chill go up my arm for some reason, like this was an ominous sign for something. But I only remained confused, I didn't know Zeus had any kids besides Thalia Grace in recent years.

He answered for me, "They weren't children of Zeus, they were...different. I can't put my finger on it Harper, but they were...not from our world."

I didn't understand, it sounded like he was talking about an alien from outer space. I tried to put the pieces together, strange tattoos, big swords, lightning...but I still couldn't place it. Why did it send chills down my spine, what was going on?

"Logan, you need to tell Chiron what you saw right now-" I was interrupted by a frightened shout behind me.

Logan and I turned to see a camper running in fear from...Talon?

Oh gods, he was at it again.

Let me rant for a minute. Over the course of the last few months, those three had adapted well to Camp. By those three, I mean Malachi, Sera, and Talon.

Sera was shy, but very nice, and was liked by everyone. She was good at a number of things, other than fighting of course, due to her being a pacifist by nature.

Malachi was intimidating, being more powerful than anyone at Camp, including Percy, by a mile. He had spent the first two months in the infirmary to get out the Ichor in his body and heal his wounds from the battles he had fought while inhabiting Ouranos. To this day he wasn't a hundred percent, but definitely better. He scared a lot of people unintentionally, but they never said anything, they just kept walking. I wasn't sure about him at first either, but being friends with Sera, and knowing how good hearted she is, if she's with Malachi and thinks he's the nicest guy in the world...then he's nice.

Talon was a different story. The dumbass had immediately excelled at pretty much every activity, most of all fighting. He dominated every opponent with his sword, laughing and taunting with every strike. The only ones that beat or gave him trouble were Percy and Malachi. Percy was even more skilled with a blade, and would usually win if they fought. Malachi was surprisingly skilled even without his powers. Turns out that spear wasn't for show, he was amazing with the spears at Camp Half-Blood, usually stalemating Talon. The assassin had begged Chiron to use his guns in the arena, but the centaur refused, saying that these matches were not to the death.

So what does this have to do with the current situation? Well, Talon being Talon, if anyone even looks at him wrong, he's gonna snap. It happened sometimes, maybe someone would cut in front of him in line, or accidentally bump into him. His response was to try to kill the person.

Right now he was chasing a poor boy around Camp, the boy fell on his face right next to me, Talon running up with fury, his gun drawn.

"C'mere, you little shit!"

I stepped in front of him, wide eyed, "What are you doing?!"

He didn't take his eyes from the boy, but stopped walking.

"Bastard was riding my Pegasus!"

I was so taken aback, I wasn't sure I had heard him right, "What?!"

"Snowflake! My damn Pegasus!" He seethed at the poor kid, "You know that's my Pegasus, you little bastard!"

I almost laughed, remembering the white Pegasus that Talon had become fond of. Apparently he had ridden a lot in Texas, and missed it, so he wanted to try out the Pegasi stables. A certain Pegasus named Snowflake had taken a liking to him, and they became near inseparable when it was time to ride pegasi for the day.

The kid raised his hands in frantic surrender, "I didn't know it was yours, I'm sorry!"

Talon only got angrier, "You're lying!"

I tried to mediate, "Talon! Why would he steal your Pegasus?"

"Because he's a little shit, that's why!"

"He didn't know, Talon. Let him go, just calm down."

He looked at me, then back at the kid, who looked like he was about to piss himself, then lowered his gun.

"Fine." He huffed.

I relaxed as the tension faded, I looked at the poor kid and motioned for him to leave. He got up and ran as fast as he could in the other direction, couldn't blame him.

I pushed the assassin, "What's the matter with you?!"

He holstered his revolver, "Man steals another man's horse, that's a damn crime."

"It's a Pegasus dumbass, not a horse." I was the only person that could get away with calling Talon a dumbass without being shot at. Him and I had a bit of a frenemy relationship, and I was okay with that. Although the nickname goth girl still annoyed me, I didn't get angry at it like I used to.

He grumbled, "Whatever." Then he looked at Logan, "Who's this?"

"Logan...um, what was your last name again?" I felt stupid not remembering what Will said. But I have a bad memory, cut me some slack.

"Barnes. Logan Barnes, and you are?" He held out his hand to Talon.

Talon didn't shake it, he just grunted, "Talon. Anyway, I'm gonna go see what Malachi's doing, later."

A sudden thought hit me as I remembered what Logan said, and I stopped Talon in his tracks, turning him around to face me.

"What?"

"I need to talk to you later, it's...serious." I said with a low tone. I wanted to see if he knew anything about the men that killed Logan's family, after all his master was well versed on stuff like that from what I remember.

He raised an eyebrow, "Uh...alright then."

I nodded, letting him go to the Zeus cabin, and me back to Logan.

"Sorry about that, he's an idiot."

Logan only chuckled, "It's fine."

I shifted awkwardly, "So um..."

"The tour." He said.

"Yes! Um, the rest of the tour, that's right! Um, follow me!" I cringed at my poor social skills, I was a mess.

But surprisingly the rest of the tour went well. We talked about things that we liked. He likes sports and outdoor stuff, while I like indoor stuff and heavy metal music. We were...not very compatible on paper, but there weren't any awkward pauses, and I liked talking to him, so that made up for any common hobbies.

It was getting late in the evening, the sun was beginning to set, and I decided it was time to end my little romance crusade.

"It was nice to meet you, Logan." I said.

"Same here. And uh, Harper. If you'd like, uh, maybe we can...hang out sometime? You know, other than a tour?"

I felt my heart leap, a bit of relief passing through me as well. He had asked first! That made things so much easier. But there was another feeling to, and it wasn't pleasant. What was it?

I ignored the foreign sensation, and smiled up at him, "I'd like that."

He grinned, "Okay, cool. I'll uh, see you tomorrow."

"Okay." We both waved at each other, and walked back to our respective cabins, that lump in my stomach still there. What the hell was this feeling? I should be over the moon right now, Logan had asked me out! So why did I feel so bad?

I shook it off as nervousness and entered my cabin. As I closed the door and turned around, I nearly jumped out of my combat boots when I saw Talon waiting for me, sitting on my bed.

"Took you long enough." He said, he was cleaning his gun with a white rag.

"What the hell are you doing? Why are you on my bed?!"

He looked down at it, "I thought this thing smelled weird. Huh, didn't know it was yours." He got up from it, I felt my mouth drop at his bluntness.

"What smells weird about it?" I took a sniff of my pillow, to find nothing unusual.

He shrugged, "Y'know, that damn girl smell. Perfume and what not."

"I don't wear perfume. Who do you think I am? Some prissy Aphrodite girl?"

"Not sure, since you flirted like one today."

I felt my ears heat up. How was he that good at reading people? Or maybe I was being too obvious...and too desperate.

"Wh-What's it to you? It's none of your business!"

"Don't get all defensive. I don't give a damn who you date. I'm here because you said you needed to talk to me, so say it."

I remembered asking him, and I slumped on my bed in a sitting position. I had forgotten something that happened an hour ago, all because of my petty worries. And that stupid lump in my stomach.

"Yeah, I need to ask you something."

"Okay."

"Logan said that...his family was killed."

"Yeah, shit happens." He muttered impatiently.

"Let me finish. He said they were killed by two strange men with big swords, and they could control lightning."

He sat down on the bunk opposite of mine, his sunglasses still over his eyes.

I got annoyed at it for some reason, "Why do you wear those things indoors? How do you see?"

"I wear them so no one can tell what I'm thinking or feeling. I only take them off when I want my intentions known."

I was surprised he had answered. I fully expected him to just throw me off with a sarcastic comment like usual, but no...he was honest. And the truth made me wonder what those eyes had seen, just what has this guy been through to make him think like this?

As if I'm one to talk. Before the quest last year, every waking moment of my life was spent trying to find information on my brother, or plotting revenge on the Cloaked Man. Never even considered the possibility that those two were the same person.

"Anyway, they sound like Sons of Zeus." He said, gesturing his hand.

"No, Logan said they weren't. He said they were...from another world. Or something like that."

"Sounds crazy. Is he saying their not from this planet?"

"I don't know. But he was scared, and he sounded very sure that they weren't children of Zeus. Besides, wouldn't we know about something like that? I mean, a child of the Big Three is rare, but siblings from the same mother? That's near impossible."

With those words I remembered the fact that Levi and I were full blooded siblings. Two demigods from the same family. It was rare and tragic, it only made the mortal have hope for the god or goddess to stay.

"It does sound strange." He speculated, furrowing his eyebrows at me, "Did he say anything else about their appearance?"

I racked my brain for information, and found another detail. "Yeah, he said they had strange tattoos."

I didn't think it was helpful, but to my surprise his eyes widened.

"What? What is it?"

He shook his head, "I don't know if I should say it..."

"Talon!" I hit his shoulder, urging him to say whatever had him so shaken.

He gritted his teeth, "Master told me about the other pantheons long ago. How they...existed, and how Greeks weren't the only ones that inhabited the Earth."

I was taken back. Another pantheon? Like Egyptian and stuff? I always thought those were just stories, and that Greeks were the only real myths. But that sounded stupid now that I thought about it. Weren't Greek stories outrageous and abnormal? If our world exists...why not theirs?

"Like Camp Jupiter. Their from another pantheon." He pointed out.

"Does that count? I mean, it's the same gods as ours, just different names and personalities. I always thought they were basically the same."

He shook his head, "They're similar, but not the same. Even so, completely different pantheons with different gods exist. I've encountered monsters outside of the Greek roster. A few Chupacabras in Texas and a Wendigo in North Carolina. Those monsters are from the American folklore, not Greek."

I didn't want it to be true. The whole thing was mind boggling. I mean, all these different cultures and their beliefs...were real? I thought about the dozens that could be out there. Egyptian, Norse, Hindu, Shinto...the list went on and on.

"So that means that there are other gods out there? Like um...what's his name? Odin?"

"I don't see why not. Master always told me they existed, and I've never had a reason not to believe him."

"So strange tattoos, lightning, big swords...what pantheon do these guys belong to?" I asked, not a clue in mind. I had never studied the others, due to the fact of never needing the knowledge.

"I ain't sure. Only one comes to mind on the tattoo part, and that's Norse. A lot of those people had tattoos, and if they controlled lightning...well there's only one god from that world known for that ability..."

I stared at him blankly, "Who?"

He threw his hands up, "I don't know! I didn't pay attention to Master that much! I figured you would have some idea!"

"Well I don't." I slumped, trying to think of someone that would. Who was the biggest bookworm around here?

After a second, the name hit me.

"Annabeth!" I exclaimed.

He looked around the cabin, "Where?"

I rolled my eyes, "No idiot, she would know about who they could be! She's the smartest person in Camp!"

He smirked, "That's true. If anyone knows, it's blondie. Or Chiron."

I hadn't thought of the centaur, he was so old, it would make sense for him to know about other pantheons. Well, the more the merrier, I would ask both of them.

"Thanks Talon, this helped. I'm gonna find out tomorrow."

He nodded, getting up from the bunk, "Alright then, tell me what you find out. I gotta admit I'm a bit curious."

"I will." I said, and with a nod, he left the cabin. As he walked out the door, Aiden came in, a confused expression on his face.

"Hey sis, what was Talon doing here?"

"Oh um, we were just talking about something." I lied, not wanting to fry Aiden's brain with this info, or scare him. Not saying he's a wimp, because to be honest, I was a little unnerved. If other pantheons existed...what did that mean for our future?

He studied me for a second. I was afraid he would see through my lie and bomb me with questions. But after another moment, he just shrugged and laid down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Okay then." He said.

I exhaled in relief. For some reason, I wanted to keep this information on the down low for now. But I didn't want it plaguing my dreams, so I shook any worries from my head, and got in my pajamas.

Soon after I laid down, I fell asleep, and the dreams came.

Normally they were generic monster apocalypse dreams, nothing scary or ominous. But occasionally there would be strange ones. Like the one of the Cursed Island at the bottom of the ocean, Ouranos in the clouds, holding out his hand and playing with smoke, and some of my brother, calling out to me.

Tonight though, it was completely different.

I was on a beach...or maybe it was an island. Same difference. Anyway, I was facing someone's back, this someone was turned away from me, looking at the sunset beyond the horizon. He was very muscular in a high school way, he had some kind of fur around his waist and a sleeveless chestplate on his torso. Medium length hair whistled in the wind, a strange wooden club sat not far from his crossed legs.

It was odd. I felt like...I knew this person. He radiated a warmth that made me feel fuzzy and safe, but I didn't recognize him, and I couldn't see his face. But it was vaguely comforting, because it reminded me of Matt.

There was that name again.

I needed to leave this vision, I needed to move on from him, I needed to finally accept that he was either dead or never coming back. But...I couldn't. For some reason, I just couldn't forget about him, no matter how much I tried.

The vision went away just as my mind was about to explode. I felt a sense of relief, only for it to be replaced by shock at the next vision.

I saw...my brother.

He looked like he did on the Cursed Island. His medium length black hair tied back, his body covered by a dark cloak, and a large sword tied to his back. He still had that ugly scar on his face, making him look totally different than the Levi I knew. Was this a flashback? It had to be, because Levi was dead.

He stood in an unfamiliar area though. It appeared to be a mechanic's shop...in a volcano. It sounds weird I know, but that's what it looked like. Imagine a garage filled with cars and stuff to fix, but inside of a magma filled volcano cave. It was like it had been transported here. The magma flowed in streams, the red rock surrounded the area Levi stood in, it was undeniably hot, the heat was even affecting me.

He just gazed into the distance for a while. It was an insult, that must have been it. My dreams were showing me my dead brother for fun, so I would just feel terrible all over again.

That thought changed the moment I saw them appear.

It was the other members of the so called "Big Four." Ouranos' elite demigods that tried to kill us last year. It consisted of Cherry, the annoyingly fast daughter of Hermes. Grayson, the confident Son of Athena that I swore could predict the future. And Axel, a Son of Hephaestus that had the ability to control lava. They all stood behind Levi, looking ready to give him a report.

Levi didn't turn around, "Well?"

Grayson spoke, "Krios has been released, the boy will fall."

"Good. And my sister?"

"At Camp, same as always. They don't suspect a thing."

I was so shocked I nearly woke up. This was not a flashback...this was happening in real time. Grayson had said I was at Camp, and something about a boy...

Matt!

It had to be him, what other boy would they target? But as soon as relief filled me, worry replaced it. He said that Krios was battling him, as in the Titan? If Matt was alive, and he was fighting a titan...

This time Levi turned around, "And the barrier?"

Axel grinned, "It's still up." His voice was deep, like a bear's. I had never heard the big guy speak before, and frankly, I didn't want to hear it again.

"But you can get in, right?" Cherry asked hopefully.

Levi nodded, "Yes, I will go soon."

What were they talking about? What barrier?

The others nodded, and walked away. My last glimpse was Levi turning towards me, his eyes filled with determination.

The next morning I woke up with a million emotions in my head.

The first thing that came to my mind was Matt. Was he alive? I mean, there weren't many boys that Ouranos would specifically target, and there weren't many boys that could battle a titan.

But I hadn't seen proof, I hadn't seen his face. It had been a year, there was no way he was alive.

But what if he was?

I began to have a struggle in my head. If he was alive, what had he been doing? Was he okay? Had he changed? Ten thousand questions filled my brain, and soon the name Logan entered the fray.

Oh man, things just got so complicated.

I had already pursued him, he had asked me out, and literally the same night, I get a hint that Matt may be alive. It was so frustrating. The moment I'm finally ready to move on, and I get a vision like that. It was like the Universe wasn't allowing me to have it easy.

I told myself I would figure out the Logan situation later, but as soon as that problem fleeted my head, another came right in.

My brother.

He was fucking alive.

I couldn't believe it. It was like finding out your loved one survived the car crash, but they would be paralyzed for life. I was conflicted on how to feel, whether I should be relieved, or angry. I felt partly relieved because if he was alive, that gave me another chance to convince him that what he was doing was crazy, and get him to come home. But I also felt angry, due to Levi being a completely different person now, and the chances of him turning on Ouranos were slim.

I was sitting up in my bed, the first traces of sweat on my pale arms. Yeah I'm pale, it sucks. I was secretly jealous of Annabeth's skin complexion, always thinking my paleness was just another reason for people to call me a freak, as if the capped eye and my mother weren't enough.

Either way, I wanted to throw myself face first on the floor. That vision was the best and worst thing to happen to me in months. On one hand, Matt could be alive, and on the other hand, my brother was definitely alive.

I exhaled, rubbing any sleep debris from my eyes. I would think about it later. Right now, I needed to get my mind off things, so I would do what I always did.

I got up and looked in my mirror, assessing the damage. I groaned at my messy hair and face, the usual black makeup having to be applied every day, along with straightening my hair. As for nails, that was a weekly thing, and it was always black.

Within thirty minutes, I had straightened my hair and put it in a ponytail, applied black lipstick and eyeliner, and put on my usual black t-shirt, ripped jeans and combat boots. I also slid on my magnetic leather gloves, meant for my knives. But I would have worn them anyway, they look badass.

As I was doing this, the others were milling about the cabin. Aiden had left early, as he normally does, to train with his sword. He had gotten a lot better, able to beat nearly all of the camp, besides the older campers. As for my other siblings, London and Emma were working on their appearance like me.

When I was finished and decided I looked halfway decent, I left the cabin, my knives in hand.

I walked toward the woods, a courtesy not given to many campers. But the day I came to Camp, Chiron had given me permission. I told him my situation, and he understood.

Man things had been so different back then. I hated the world, I hated the so called Cloaked Man, I hated everything, and everyone seemed to hate me.

(Flashback - Five Years Ago)

Walking into Camp Half Blood, I had to admit, I was impressed.

A dozen cabins lined up on a flat surface, a giant house stood firm on a hill not far from me, a bunch of Greek buildings surrounded the area, and a couple hundred kids walked about.

In front of me walked Chiron. Yes, that Chiron from myth. He was real, and he was big. He clopped, leading the way around the Camp, talking about random facts that I would forget tomorrow. Next to me walked a scrawny satyr named Grover I think. He was the one that had told me about Camp, and escorted me here. Not that I needed the protection, or friends. I was here only for one reason.

I needed more training.

Ever since my brother's disappearance, I had trained vigorously with my knives everyday. Remembering all of the things Levi taught me, I gripped the very same knives on my waist, a tiny comfort passed through me. He had touched them, he had shown me many things with these blades, he had given me protection, the power to defend myself. I would never forget his lessons, his warm energy, his bright smile.

I missed him.

My brother was missing. Captured by strange monsters a year or so ago. That night haunted me, but also motivated me to find him, to get him back at all costs.

As if that wasn't enough though, my father had died too.

This was recent, and still made my insides twist with pain. I had lost everyone. There wasn't a single person left that cared about me, I was alone.

Grover noticed my body slump, my eyes dead and expressionless, he tapped my shoulder with concern.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked.

I looked at him. He seemed nice enough, and he had a genuine look in his eyes. I was about to answer honestly when Chiron shushed him.

"Grover, you know she's not okay. Leave her be."

Grover looked down with sorrow, "R-Right, Sorry."

I didn't say anything. I only silently thanked the Centaur, not having to explain my sucky life was a plus.

After a while of nonsense, Chiron finally turned to Grover and told him to check on the nature spirits. The Satyr shot me a look of sympathy and left.

"Harper, I can't imagine what you're feeling right now."

I simply nodded.

"I think you'll like it here. It is safe, and...well, you can do as you like for a while. I won't make you participate in activities if you don't want to."

"I-I'd like that. Thanks."

He nodded, "You may stay in the Big House for now, until you are claimed."

"Claimed?"

"When your godly parent claims you as their child."

My face darkened. It was like a black cloud had appeared over my head. I knew who my mother was, and I hated her. She was a bitch.

"Nemesis." I muttered.

"Pardon?"

"It's Nemesis. My mother is Nemesis, the goddess of revenge."

Chiron's eyes widened a little, something about it shocked him.

"Um, well then. That is...interesting."

"Yeah, it sucks."

"Ah no, I didn't mean...It is just, Nemesis has sided with the Titans. She isn't exactly seen around here as a role model."

"Well I agree, I hate her too."

"Harper, I would keep this information to yourself. We do not have a Nemesis cabin, so it would be best to stay in the Big House."

I wasn't refusing the offer at all. Of course I wouldn't tell anyone about my parentage, it wasn't exactly something I was proud of.

"Okay."

He nodded, "Good, now I have a class to teach. Make yourself at home."

I nodded, looking up to the Big House. I didn't want to see anymore of Camp, I was ready to go to sleep.

Within a couple of hours, I was woken up by Chiron.

"Harper, it's time for dinner."

I groaned as I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

"Come, I'll lead you to the pavilion."

I wanted to say no, because that would only draw attention to me, and my...eye.

I'll just go ahead and say it. About a month ago, I made a deal with my mother. I was to sacrifice something for information on Levi, so I gave up vision in my left eye. I held up my end of the deal, but she didn't hold up hers. The stupid bitch said that a boy with a monster tooth necklace would lead me to him. How stupid was that? I was half blind and that's the best she could do?

It was so weird, and it made training difficult. It was like one part of the world had been shut off. I could no longer spot an attack coming from the left side, so I would have to be quick enough to turn around and block now. Everything was black over here, and my eye was pure white, not even capped, but pure white, as in no pupil or anything. I looked like the monsters these kids killed.

Chiron was already out the door before I could refuse, so I just huffed and followed him.

When we got to the pavilion, it was as I expected.

It was a large dining hall, plates of food and goblets of drink littered each table, and a hundred or so kids all stared at me.

Some murmured and snickered, a couple even pointing to my eye. I felt self conscious, trying to hide behind Chiron, but it was no use, there were too many kids.

Chiron told me to sit at the front, even more in the center of attention. I tried to hide my face, feeling embarrassed at the attention from several campers clearly making fun of me. Chiron gave some announcements and thanked the gods for some reason. After he was done, he turned to me.

"Harper, you can sit wherever you want, since-"

"I have no cabin, yeah I got it." I trudged off, toward a random table of pretty girls. They immediately annoyed me, but I needed some place to sit, and I didn't feel like sitting with a bunch of sweaty boys.

I walked up to their table, all of them looking like Barbie dolls. One girl put her hand over the empty seat.

"Don't even think about it, freak." She said, some of the others giggling.

I was too drained to even retort, "Look, I won't talk to you. I just need a place to sit."

Another girl shook her head, "Then find somewhere else to sit. I'm afraid that eye will jump out and attack us!" The other girls laughed.

I wish it would, I thought. I wanted to slice these prissies open, but I was interrupted by another voice behind me.

"You can sit with us!" A boy said.

I turned around, a large group of boys sat around a long table, high mounds of food piled in front of them. The kid that had called out to me sat in the middle. He was tall, with red hair and freckles. He wore cargo shorts and a t-shirt, his smile was...oddly nice.

One of the barbies shouted at him, "You sure Jett, she's got ugly written all over her!"

I fought the urge to embarrass her in front of everyone. The boy named Jett motioned for me to sit with him.

"C'mon, I'll scoot over. Hey man, scoot over." He ordered the kid next to him, and he moved to the side.

I sat down nervously next to him.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"None of your business." I said defensively.

He held his hands up, "Whoa! Take it easy, I just want to know your name."

I hesitated, not wanting to give any more reason for someone to make fun of me. But then again, he seemed nice.

"It's Harper, Harper...Pierce."

He nodded, smiling, "Nice, that's a badass name."

I was surprised to find myself smiling a little.

"Thanks, what's yours?"

"Jett Atkinson, Son of Hermes." He gestured around the table, "If you couldn't already tell."

I shrugged, "I couldn't."

"Really? Big group of boys with playful smiles not give it away?"

"I don't know, I've...never met one."

He reared back in surprise, "Oh, well...now you have! Who's your godly parent?"

I lowered my head, not giving a response. There was no way I was going to reveal it.

He noticed my silence, "Oh um, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

I nodded, "It's fine, I just...hate her, uh, him. I mean-"

"Hey, calm down. I don't have to know, it's okay."

I sighed with relief. Jett seemed cool, maybe...I would have a friend after all.

No, that would be a distraction, I needed to focus on the bastard that killed my father.

I smiled at Jett, and was about to say something, only to be interrupted by Barbie.

"Jett, why don't you ditch Green Day and come hang with us?" They cooed and blushed at him like idiots.

"No thanks ladies." He told them.

But she persisted, "Oh come on, you know you still like me."

I finally turned around, "Jeez you're pathetic. Are you that desperate for a boyfriend?"

They gasped, but she only glared.

"Watch it emo, you look like you've been painted black by a blind person."

"And you look like a dolled up pig. Want me to shove your face in some mud?"

Her mouth fell open, "Pig? Oh that's it!" She got up and came at me, but I was leagues ahead of her. I grabbed her hand and twisted it, making her cry out in pain. She attempted a strike at my face, to which I blocked and firmly flipped her on the ground in front of everyone.

Chiron intervened, yelling at us from the front seat, "Harper!"

I looked up, having the attention of everyone in Camp. I let go of Barbie, feeling overwhelmed.

I couldn't do this, I couldn't deal with it.

I ran away, sprinting towards the woods.

About a few hundred feet in, I stopped, breathing in and out, anger boiling inside of my chest.

I kicked a tree in frustration, to which it snapped and fell, making a loud crash echo throughout the area.

I slumped on a log, tears building in my eyes.

Why did everything have to be so hard? Why was everything taken from me? Was I so awful that I deserved it? Or was it just bad luck?

I felt a tear drip down my cheek, my hands found their way to my knives.

I heard Levi's voice in my head, from forever ago it seemed.

"A warrior that uses knives has to be clever and quick. You're both of those things, Harper."

I unsheathed them.

"You're going to see some bad things, you're going to face many challenges. But you're strong Harper, you can do anything."

"But I'm small." I had said hopelessly.

"Doesn't mean a thing, you're the strongest person I know, and I mean that."

I gripped the knives, and with a shout, threw them at the nearest tree, they planted into it perfectly.

"I will find you Levi, I promise." I whispered, vowing to myself.

I grabbed the knives and yanked them from the tree. I was about to throw them again, when I heard leaves rustling, a clopping noise making it's way to me.

I turned to the source, Chiron emerged into view.

"I know I know, I shouldn't have hurt her."

He held up a hand, "I wasn't going to say that Harper, she started it. I just wanted to see if you were alright."

I was surprised. I had expected him to be angry, and give me a punishment like cleaning all the cabins or something. But no, Chiron seemed to understand.

"Oh well, I'm...fine, I guess." I wouldn't meet his eyes.

He noticed, "Are you sure?"

I looked up at him, those eyes of his, they had seen thousands of years, countless battles, among other things. How could I lie to him? It was like he knew everything, like he could tell.

"No."

He nodded, "Tell me what you are thinking."

"I'm...angry, and scared. I'm angry at that man for...for killing my dad. And I'm scared that my brother's dead. I know I'm supposed to believe that he's alive no matter what, and I do. But...there's times where I hit dead ends, and just think it's hopeless...that I'll never find him."

He clopped up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"You have been through so much, child. Words cannot describe the pain of losing a relative. Especially ones as close as your brother and father."

"I'm alone. I...have nothing left."

He shook his head, "No Harper, that is not true. You have me. I am always here for you, if you need to talk about something, do not hesitate. There are good people at this camp, I promise you. Annabeth would be a good friend I think, you should speak with her when given the chance."

"O-Okay."

"But it's not just people you need to cling to, it's hope. Focus on the hope you have for your brother. Focus on the possibility that he is alive, and that you will find him. I know that you will, and I know that when you do...he will be very happy to see you."

I felt some of the weight lift at Chiron's words. His voice was soothing, and he was right. I couldn't give up, I had to believe Levi was out there somewhere.

I smiled slightly, "Okay. Thanks Chiron...that helped a lot."

"Of course child."

"And um, can I use the woods from time to time?"

"Well-"

"To train, and...take my mind off things, please?"

He hesitated, but caved, "Well alright. Just don't stray too far, and call for help if you need it."

"I will, thanks."

I followed him back to Camp, my agenda growing stronger with each step.

(End of Flashback - Present Day)

Remembering that day, I cringed at my younger self. How wrong I had been about so many things. About Jett, about Levi, about basically everything.

I was almost at the edge of the woods, my brain throbbing from the memories and thoughts flowing through it.

I thought I heard someone calling me, but I just put it off as a memory. When it got louder and closer though, I turned around.

Logan was jogging toward me. He had on shorts and a green hoodie, a bow was tied around his back, a quiver full of arrows next to it.

Most of the thought fleeted at his sight, my heart not feeling particularly fast, and my face not hot. Huh, that was strange.

I liked him, so why wasn't my body reacting?

Did I like him?

I mean, he's hot, but...do I want this?

Matt could be alive.

Or not.

But he could be.

Or he's dead.

But think about it Harper. Think about seeing him again, think about those strong arms around you, that handsome face, that amazing smile, the way he fought and moved-

"Harper!"

I was shaken from my trance by Logan, who eyes were wide.

"What?"

"I called your name five times! Didn't you hear me?"

"Oh, uh...no, I was lost, sorry." I laughed awkwardly, only making the situation worse.

He sighed, "I was asking what you were up to. But it seems like you're busy, so I'll just-"

"Wait!" I interrupted, "Um, I was just going for a walk, maybe train a bit."

His eyebrows furrowed, "You train in the woods? I thought everybody did that in the arena."

"Well, Chiron and I have an understanding. I'm not a people person, you see."

He nodded, "Ah, I got it. So I guess you want to be left alone, then?"

To be honest, I did. I just couldn't shake these thoughts in my head. It was like a constant struggle, a blender going through my brain and shaking it every which way.

But maybe hanging out with him would help, and we could talk and stuff. I could finally move on, and maybe start dating this guy.

It was like an immediate reaction, when I thought those words I felt a sting in my stomach. A very horrible feeling passed through me at the thought of dating or kissing Logan. My body was telling me that...that would be wrong.

But why?

You know why.

"STOP IT!" I yelled out loud, my hands on my head.

"Stop what?! Harper, are you okay?" Logan asked with concern.

I breathed heavily, I needed to get in the woods now, I needed to calm down.

I grabbed his wrist, "I'm fine, let's go."

We made our way through the woods, and after a few minutes, finally making it to my usual spot, just near the edge of the barrier.

I nodded at the area, "Alright, this is good."

"Uh, so you train here?"

I nodded, "Yeah, it helps me take my mind off things."

"Oh cool. You...mind if I train too then?"

I smiled, "Not at all, Legolas."

"Legolas?"

"Y'know, like Lord of The Rings?"

"I know what it's from, but why am I Legolas?"

"Well I like nicknames, and you have a bow, so..." I gestured to him, "Legolas."

He laughed, "I like it, ah...I can't think of one for you, I'm bad at this."

"It's fine." I sighed, "Some people don't have the gift."

He chuckled, and I smiled at the antic. But that feeling only grew stronger, like I shouldn't be so buddy buddy with this guy, and that giving him a nickname was something only a select few deserved.

It's a nickname, so what?

Remember who else you have a nickname for?

I shook my head, desperately urging my brain to stop encouraging these thoughts. If this continued, I would seriously pass out or something.

"Harper, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, totally."

That was a lie.

"You sure-"

"Oh c'mon!" I interrupted, not wanting to trigger anything further, "I'm good, now let's train."

He nodded reluctantly, and we did our own thing for a little bit. I threw my knives and sliced the air with them, speed being the key for me. Logan fired his bow at several environmental targets, hitting each time with insane accuracy.

After a while, I turned and watched him. His movements were finessed and skilled, every shot connecting without error.

"Wow, you're really good."

"Thanks." He said, stopping and turning to me.

"How long have you used those things?"

He looked at his bow, "Ever since I was little. My older brother taught me how to shoot, how to survive, how to do everything really."

I felt my heart sink, very much relating to his words.

"Yeah...I get that. Brothers can be great, can't they?"

"Of course. You have one?"

"Yeah, his name...well, that doesn't matter."

"Oh" He scratched his neck nervously, "I'm so sorry."

He must've thought my brother was dead, and to be honest, part of me wished he was. It would free me from this battle within my head.

A silence passed between us, to which I felt an eerie chill. What was that?

He tried to lighten the mood, pulling out a different looking arrow and showing it to me.

"Want to see something cool?" He said.

I became curious, "Sure."

He knocked it, "A Hephaestus kid made this for me, I haven't tried it out yet, but it should be awesome."

I chuckled, "Go ahead."

He aimed in front of him, concentrating for a moment, then firing.

The arrow slowed instantly after leaving the bow. I had trained my eyes and body to the extent of being able to spot a bullet at close range, and way further than that. It took years, but I had made speed a priority. Right now, the arrow was practically still in my eyes.

When it got to the ground though, it exploded. Dirt and wood bursting from the ground and into the air, a shockwave erupted around the area, sending wind through my hair.

Logan wasn't very lucky, it had sent him flying back several feet, skidding on the ground until he disappeared from my view.

"Oh shit." I said. Was he okay?

I jogged over to him, he groaned on the ground, holding his back. But I didn't see any blood, a good sign.

"Anything broken?" I asked, wincing a little.

"A-Are you kidding me! That was awesome!" He tried to get up, but yelped and slumped back down, his face remained excited though.

"You good?" I asked, looking around, and noticing something strange behind him...

"Yeah, I think I'm fine...I just- uh, what are you looking at?"

I walked slowly towards the barrier behind Logan. Something seemed off about it, it looked...broken.

I bent directly in front of it, examining the very transparent wall.

It looked like someone had blown it up over and over again, it was weak and thin, far thinner than the other parts.

"Harper, what's wrong?" Logan asked, I didn't respond, I was too focused on the barrier.

I took off one of my gloves, the air cooling my hand instantly. I reached out to the thin wall, a few tense seconds passed before my hand...didn't make contact.

I pressed my hand to it, only to see it go completely through.

I brought it back quickly, like I had touched a hot stove.

I stared at the barrier with worry, my mouth slightly open.

"Oh, gods. This is not good."

"Harper talk to me, what's wrong?!"

I looked at him, my eyes wide.

"Logan, we have to get Chiron right now."

"Why?"

"No time, I'll explain at the Big House. But we've got to move, can you walk?"

He got up, nearly falling again, but managed to remain on his feet.

"I-I think so."

"Good, because this is bad, very bad."

Concern filled his eyes, as did mine. We began to run out of the woods urgently, for fear of what might happen.

Because it had hit me, what Levi said in my vision. About the barrier, and how he had a way to get in...

He was talking about Camp Half-Blood.

Levi was here, inside of our home.

I picked up speed, a fire burning deep in my chest, the fire of revenge, the fire of hate. As the trees passed, the outline of Camp coming into view, only one thought ran through my mind.

I'm coming for you, brother. And when I find you...

I'm going to kill you.

(000)

There you go! The first chapter from Harper's perspective. I hope you all enjoyed and found it similar to the normal flow of things. Remember, the POV's alternate between each chapter, so Matt's perspective will be next, then Harper's again, then Matt's. I like this way of storytelling, as it builds suspense and gives insight on other characters. Hope you guys feel the same.

Again, I apologize for the late update, I won't be that busy again, and the next chapter should be out soon!

Thanks for reading, I'll see you next time!