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So I got eight amazing review, one favorite and follow. Eh, good enough to get you a somewhat long chappie. Soooo, I got some questions which you will find the answer to...soon. It'll eventually make sense, promise!

Disclaimer: I own Reagan, a stuffed whale plushie, and a weird sense of humor. Dat's it. Rest goes to Queen Rowling and the god of trolls.

Teddy Werewolf McWerewolf's POV

We saw the cabins, the arts and craft center, dining pavilion, volleyball court, forge, the archery range, chariot racing tracks, lake, and more. Everywhere I looked, there are demigods. Demigods mingling, demigods talking, demigods walking to different activities, demigods laughing as they attempted to decapitate their friends. Good naturally, of course.

Almost all demigods I've seen carried some sort of weapon, and judging from the looks on the Marauders' faces they were itching to get their hands on one too.

Everyone at this camp looked so at peace, just hanging out with their friends and having a blast. While prejudice has lessened significantly after the war with Voldemort, there was still arguments and fights now and there at Hogwarts. Not to mention the stress of the exams and the strict rules.

Here at Camp Half-Blood, everyone looked so carefree and happy. They didn't grow up with both of their parents, some were abandoned at birth and were orphans just like me. Only they found acceptance and friends at camp. They built their own family when their original ones can't be there for them. Suddenly I felt jealous, which didn't make sense since I had a large family whom I love.

There was also something different about Reagan too. She seemed...lighter, and I don't mean by weight either. It's like all the tension had been lifted off her shoulders. No mask, no pretending to be someone else. Of course, this was her home and Hogwarts was just a school, why wouldn't she be at ease here?

"Holy shit." Albus said and I briefly wondered why no adults reprimanded him. Then I looked up and saw what they were all looking at.

"Fucking hell." I also cursed, partially doubting if there had been something wrong with my eyes and partially wondering if the demigods were insane.

When someone talks about a climbing wall, the first thing that normally comes to mind would be a tall wall with an assortment of colorful and misshaped hand/footholds with a harness.

NOT A FREAKING FORTY FOOT TALL ROCK WALL WITH LARGE STONES CLASHING AT THE TOP AND LAVA POURING OFF THE SIDES.

Like I said, the demigods are insane. Or just has a death wish.

To prove my point, Jennifer just shrugged and went all 'Meh, no biggie' while Reagan looked at the wall like it's perfectly normal.

"What if people got hurt?" Molly gulped and took a step back as a camper fell off the wall.

"That's what Will is for." Jennifer stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled as two blonde guy came out of nowhere with a stretcher. "That's just the third one this week. Besides, if you think this is scary, wait til you reached the arena."

Reagan laughed. Honestly there is nothing funny about people getting killed. Demigods have zero self protection instinct.

Rose and Scorpious exchanged disgusted looks before realizing they didn't get along and looked away with a huff. Aunt Fleur looked absolutely scandalized while uncle George had a similar expression to the Marauders.

I idly wondered if they fought each other to death in the arena. Probably buried the bodies in the woods too.

Reagan's POV

I laughed as I flicked through their thoughts. There was wonder and eagerness in some while others thoughts were just plain cursing (cough Teddy cough). And just to be clear, we aren't that barbaric. Although Clarisse wouldn't mind dragging my dead body into the woods.

The sound of a crowd cheering caught my attention. I hadn't been back at camp for over a year. Originally I returned in June annually and bestowed my nightmarish presence among the campers, but this year Teddy invited me along to the family thing. So I IMed Chiron told him I won't be coming this year; I could've sworn he breathed out in relief. And it's not even a couple days into the summer and I'm back, bringing a whole gang of trouble with me. I hope Will doesn't mind doing CPR on centaur because one of these days the combined forces of the Stolls and the Marauders will make his heart drop.

As we got closer I noticed a fight going on. It wasn't unusual- demigods often got into conflicts and usually resolved it the physical way. The Stolls even have a betting poll going on.

"Percy's probably getting his ass handed to him by Annabeth again." I laughed. That girl is plain scary.

Jennifer looked at me like I just told her Zeus' arse is a piece of art. (Yeah, right) "Haven't you heard? Percy's missing. It's been months since anyone saw him."

Okay, that was unexpected. If Percy Jackson, the savior of Olympus, defeater of multiple monsters, successfully completed a quest FOUR times, is missing then we're in trouble. Deep, deep trouble. The world is probably going to end. Again. AND I WOULD NEVER GET TO SEE THE LOOK ON MCGONAGALL'S FACE AFTER SHE FINDS OUT THAT I HAVE BEEN EXPERIMENTING WITH WEASLEY'S WIZARD WHEEZES PRODUCTS WITH THE STOLL BROTHERS. This is bad. Very bad.

"Have you checked Taco Bell? Just saying he could be there." I tried to stay calm and not panic and yell the lyrics of 'This Summer's Gonna Hurt Like a Motherfucker' at the top of my lungs.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Annabeth has contacted everyone she knew to help look out for Percy. If he just left in the middle of the night for a fast food fetish he would've been back by now."

That didn't answer my question. "Well did they?"

"Yeah. He's not there."

Crap. That just complicated things. It's not too late to book a flight back to England with Jennifer and Victoire. Pretty sure I still have enough money. I would gladly learn to behave, eat my vegetables, donate to charity, earn Gryffindor lots of house points if it means Percy will come back and we can avoid another life-threatening crisis. I'll even eat the damn Brussels sprouts.

Something that happened last year tugged at my memory. "Please don't tell me the prophecy..."

The grim look on Jennifer's face confirmed everything I needed to know. Yep, definitely booking the flights now. The last time we had a great prophecy, it had resulted in a war. Forty demigods and the hunters defending Manhattan. Many had died. I didn't remember all the details because I got a bit sidetracked wondering if mortals thought Hyperborean giants were life sized smurfs when one of it stepped on me. If not for nectar, I would have an ugly scar on my forehead to match Harry Potter's. I most certainly didn't want newly claimed demigods that are not fully trained, charging off to battle in oversized armor facing the same fate.

Oh gods. War.

I swear to all the gods out there that if the fates are so cruel that they sent us two wars in two consecutive years I would violently...jump of a cliff.

Loud cheering interrupted my thoughts. The crowd parted to reveal Annabeth pinning another girl down with a dagger to her throat. Even with a blade next to her windpipes, the girl, around sixteen, laughed good naturally like they were best friends, which was not possible considering I've never actually seen the girl before.

She was definitely pretty, with kaleidoscopic eyes and choppy hair. She didn't have much of a style or color sense but on her it just worked.

Annabeth helped her up and happened to glance this way. She grinned and walked over, dragging the other girl with her. Someone, most likely James, wolf whistled behind me and I pointedly ignored him.

"Reagan! Come meet Piper, she's the new head counselor for Aphrodite."

I smiled, fully intending to introduce myself to the pretty girl, become BFFs, and ride rainbow pegasi off into the sunset together when her last four words hit me like a brick. What. The. Hades.

I jumped and swiftly tackled my so-called best friend to the ground. "You mean you knew the fact that Drew Tanaka wasn't the head counselor and it wasn't the first thing you told me? Prophecy and war be damned, I thought you were my friend! What happened to the bro code, huh, Jen? You do realize that the only thing that prevented me from bitch slapping her earlier was because I thought she could make me do dishes for a week. Which nOW SHE CAN'T! BECAUSE SHE ISN'T HEAD COUNSELOR!" I yelled as the words finally sank in. Finally, no more doing dirty chores and being ordered around by the devil itself. Now I could fight back.

And I think Professor McGonagall wouldn't mind if someone else test the newly revised pranking products before her.

I grabbed Piper's hand and shook it vigorously, taking pleasure in feeling the callous that most demigods get from holding a weapon for a long time. At least I know she isn't a Regina George.

"Can someone please just explain what prophecy are you talking about, why are you mentioning dad's name, and why the heck would he be at Taco Bell?" Lucy snapped, hating the feeling of not understanding the conversation. Annabeth blinked, suddenly aware of the crowd of Weasleys and Potters. She opened her mouth, either to answer the question or ask her who is she. Before she could do any of that, or both, she was cut off.

Just as I thought this day couldn't get weirder, a ginormous shadow fell over the arena, as if someone had blocked off the sun. Wizards and demigods alike looked up and was met with the sight of what looked like the bottom of a long, wood bowl. Suddenly, dozens of pairs of oars extended on each side.

"It's a trireme." Rose said about the same time I made the realization. Everyone looked quite impressed at her knowledge.

Piper grinned at the Greek boat that somehow hovered in the sky. "Leo had really done it this time." She shook her head in wonder. The familiar name made me feel queasy.

Suddenly a blonde guy quite literally jumped off the side of the ship. I think Victoire and a couple of the girls screamed. I braced my self for the SPLAT that never happened. Instead when he was ten feet above the ground he halted and slowly floated down like some sort of a saint descending from the heavens above. Sadly, unlike the Pegasi, he didn't move his feet nor flap his arms as he flew. He landed and said something to Piper that I didn't hear. Instead I was too focused on the rope ladder tossed over the side of the ship.

Or rather at the scrawny Latino boy climbing down the rope ladder. It had been eight years since the last time I saw him but I recognized him immediately. He was one of the first person to think I'm not a freak. He was the first friend I had. He was also the one who introduced me to the art of pranking.

He was my foster brother, or more commonly known as the fire hazard.

Alright there you go-a chapter.

Kind of filler but eh, it's like eleven and I'm sleepy (don't judge, I woke up at four this morning to finish my book).

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Also sorry for all possible spelling, grammar mistakes, like I said I'm really tired right now.