Reyna's pity part lasted longer than she wanted it to, but that wasn't her fault. The sleep she had gotten was nowhere near enough to keep her rested, and all of the healing that nectar or ambrosia had done was erased when Brizo decided to throw her around like she was a small child. She was starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel for strength.

It took most of Reyna's strength to get into a sitting position, let alone a standing one. Her world started to spin, and she rested her head in one of her hands. After sighing deeply, Reyna slowly made it to her own two feet. Right on cue, Clarisse walked towards her.

"Let's not do this," Reyna began. Clarisse looked at her for a long moment and threw a punch. Of course, the child of war would translate keeping Reyna in the room as knocking her lights out. If Reyna was unconscious, she couldn't escape.

Reyna dodged the attack but immediately regretted it as pain shot through her body. She stumbled backwards and gripped her arm. Then, she slowly took off her sling. Before she could really make any sort of plan, Clarisse grabbed her by the arm and threw her across the room, like the small child that she apparently was.

Reyna landed on her feet, but the pain that shot throughout her body drove her to her knees. Clarisse walked towards her. Reyna stared at the ground and felt two hands grab her shirt. It took all of her willpower to ignore the pain. There was only one thing she could do. She was going to hate herself for it, but Clarisse was going to hate her a lot more.

It took all of Reyna's strength and willpower to grab Clarisse's head, and she drive both of her fingers into the ear of the Greek. There was the disgusting feeling of her fingers hitting earwax and something a little more solid. Reyna wince as she heard a loud pop, and Clarisse howled in pain.

Clarisse threw Reyna away from her and stumbled backwards. She fell to her knees and gripped her head. Reyna stepped back into the wall and slowly slid down it. Lifting her arms enough to stab her finger into Clarisse's ears had taken the rest of her strength, and all she wanted to do was curl up in cry. Instead, she buried her head in her knees.

This was her last ditch effort. If she failed, Clarisse was going to kick her teeth right out of her mouth. Well, Clarisse would still kick her teeth out if she succeeded as well. Failure meant Camp Half-Blood would be destroyed, and the goddess might decide to turn her wrath towards Camp Jupiter.

A hand grabbed Reyna's shoulder, and she tensed. It took her a few moments to look up. Clarisse stared down at her. The green was gone from Clarisse's eyes. There was a scowl on her face. Reyna spoke, "Can you read lips?"

Clarisse stared at her blankly. Reyna slowly scooted towards her fallen dagger. She carved the word Sirens into the floor. Then, she laid her head back and stared at Clarisse. Everything completely hurt, and all she wanted to do was cry in pain. She needed to focus though and get herself under control.

Clarisse stared at the word for a very long moment. Then, she placed a hand to her ear, and a scowl came to her face. Clarisse studied Reyna and spoke, "Are you hurt?"

Reyna nodded and slowly pointed towards her shoulder. She traced her finger towards her chest. Reyna lifted her hand and made a small motion to her ribs then head. A frown came to Clarisse's face, and she dug ambrosia out of her pocket. Reyna took it gratefully and tried to relax as some of her pain faded away.

"What is going on?" Clarisse demanded. She felt her ears and started to grab ambrosia. Reyna grabbed her arm and shook her head. She made a writing motion. After a moment, Clarisse left the room. Reyna laid back and hoped that Clarisse was grabbing a pen and paper and not something to bludgeon her with.

A few minutes passed, not that Reyna was really keeping track. She had gone from sitting against the wall to a pathetic curled up position, like she could squeeze the pain out of her. Clarisse stepped into the room and dropped the pen and paper on the ground. Reyna reached out and slowly wrote a quick recap of what was happening, along with a small apology for trying to destroy Clarisse's eardrums. It would heal though, hopefully.

Clarisse read the paper and didn't say a word. She finally shook her head in what looked to be an angry way. Clarisse spoke, "That black box. I brought it back. This is my fault."

"It is, but we don't need to throw around blame," Reyna muttered. She knew that she needed to get to her feet, but everything just hurt. It would be nice to fall back asleep and let the Greeks sort out their own problems. Besides, the goddess really seemed to hate Reyna, and and something told her that the next meeting would have more than a few disrespectful backhands.

"What are we going to do?" Clarisse asked. Reyna offered a half shrug. Sleep sounded so nice. Maybe, this was just one whole nightmare. If she went to sleep, she would hopefully wake back up at Camp Jupiter. "Where's Chiron?"

Right. Chiron. Reyna was suppose to rescue him. She stared down at the cool, comforting floor. Then, she forced herself to her feet and stumbled out of the room. Clarisse followed and practically held her up, which was really the least that she could do. This was all Clarisse's fault after all.

A sigh left Reyna. Her injuries and the dream had put her in a really bad mood. What was the point of an Olympian being the director of Camp Half-Blood if he wasn't going to help that camp. It made no sense to Reyna. She sighed and focused on using hand motions to show the door that Chiron was locked behind.

"You need to free him. I am going to find the others," Clarisse said. Reyna shook her head. She wasn't in any shape to really be doing anything. "What do you say we do then?"

Reyna made a motion to her and Clarisse. Then, she motioned to the door. The daughter of war rolled her eyes and tried to open the door. When that didn't work, she moved away from Reyna and kicked the door wide open.

"You're a genius," Reyna said, and she was grateful that Clarisse couldn't hear her. A sigh left Reyna, and she slowly walked into the room. It was completely bare, and Chiron sat in the middle of it. He was sitting in his wheelchair and had a blanket over his legs. They also didn't have much time to wake him if someone heard the noise.

Reyna examined Chiron's face, but he didn't look any different. He was breathing, so that was a good thing. A small frown came to Reyna's face. She had absolutely no clue what to do. They both heard footsteps.

"Wake him. I will handle them," Clarisse said. She left the room and closed the door behind her. A stream of curses left Reyna. She hated the Greeks. Reyna absolutely hated all of them.

Reyna stared at Chiron, but she was at a lost for words. What was she even going to do? How was she suppose to wake Chiron? Slapping him wouldn't be an option, mostly because that would send a jolt of pain through Reyna's broken collarbone

"Mother, please help me wake him up," Reyna whispered. She gently grabbed Chiron's shoulder. Her plan was to shake his shoulder, hope it woke him, and then collapse in pain for a hour or so. As soon as she grabbed his shoulder, the world around her changed.

Reyna felt like she had a bad sense of vertigo, and she stumbled backwards. Reyna slowly looked around and stared at the room she was in. It looked like the meeting room of Camp Half-Blood, but it was much different. The pool table somehow looked a lot more older and a lot more damaged.

Everyone in the room was weird. It looked like they had all been plucked from different eras. Annabeth, or a younger version of her, was sitting in the seat closest to Chiron. The man that sat next to her wore a tunic, like he had stepped out of Greece. Another wore clothes that Reyna had seen in a disco movie.

"I'm sorry, Chiron," all of them said at once. They all had a sad look in their eyes and a quiet tone. Reyna recognized the look on their faces. They were telling Chiron that someone had died. A frown came to Chiron's face, and he remained silent.

What kind of hell was this? Chiron was apparently having a dream that forced him to relive the announcement that one of the campers had died. Was he seeing each of these all at once or one at a time? Reyna had to make that visit to the family of a dead demigod before, and it was one of the hardest things she had done. To be forced to relive that moment when you realized someone you were suppose to protect had died was inconceivable.

"Chiron, you can't listen to them," Reyna said. She turned towards Chiron and slowly grabbed his face. He didn't even look at her. "Chiron."

"I'll have to inform the parents," Chiron whispered. His eyes seemed a million miles away. "How did it happen?"

"Chiron!" Reyna yelled. She tightened her grip on his face. "It is just a trick of the Sirens. You cannot listen to them! I know it's hard, but they are dead. We can't change that, and we can't dwell on it. The only thing you can do is wake up. All of your current campers are in danger, and I can't save them alone."

"I'm going to be the reason they die," Reyna whispered. The realization hit her like a brick, and she swallowed painfully. She told Brizo about Bunker 9. The goddess hadn't found the Greeks, but it was only a matter of time. The camp was not that big. "Please help me save them."

Chiron slowly moved his eyes to look at her. Recognition crossed his face for a moment, and Reyna continued," Sirens have taken over your camp. They have all of the campers under a spell through song, and you're in some kind of coma. Please just wake up."

Reyna felt pathetic for practically begging, and it only served to anger her. The only thing she wanted to do was protect her friends, and it seemed like she kept taking a step backwards for every step forward. No progress was being made.

"Who?" Chiron asked slowly. His eyes moved around to look back at the campers, but Reyna blocked his view. "Who leads the Sirens?"

"Brizo. A goddess who really hates Greeks," Reyna answered. She tensed and could feel that her heart was racing. It almost felt like she sweating. "What do you know about her?"

"She was cast away," Chiron answered. His eyes drifted away once again, but Reyna tightened her grip. She felt her knees going weak, and her stomach turned. What was going on with her? "Offered her blood a gift to those who were worthy."

"Mortals can't have ichor," Reyna said. She was starting to feel dizzy and sick to her stomach. "How would she offer her blood?"

"To create," Chiron answered. Reyna felt searing pain in her shoulder, and she gasped. Chiron met her eyes. "And to destroy."

Reyna's eyes snapped open, and her knees gave out on her. She collapsed against someone who caught her and helped her lay on the ground. Reyna's heart was racing, and she felt sick to her stomach. It felt like her knees could barely support her weight.

"Stay with me," Annabeth whispered. Reyna stared at Annabeth. She felt like she was overheating, and she could feel how bad she was sweating. "Try to relax. You're going to be okay."

"Chiron," Reyna began. She turned her head and saw that he was still asleep. "Stuck in a nightmare. I talked to him."

"You don't look good at all," Annabeth whispered. Reyna laid her head back and slowly closed her eyes. Annabeth handed her ambrosia. After a moment, Reyna took it. That was probably the last that she could take for a day or two, unless she wanted to burn up into a bunch of small pieces.

"I'm okay," Reyna whispered. She slowly sat up and looked at Chiron. It seemed like he was in some kind of enchanted sleep, and trying to wake him had apparently drained her of strength, which was great. "Help me up."

Annabeth slowly nodded and helped Reyna to her feet. She spoke, "Things are going to get really weird and really fast. We have a plan, but where is Rachel?"

"Brizo found her and is going to use her blood to fill the box, after she pledges her loyalty at the altar," Reyna answered. Annabeth looked down, but the concern on her face was clear. "I'm sorry."

"Don't blame yourself," Annabeth answered. "We have a plan on how to free the rest of the Greeks from the singing of the Sirens, but we still don't know how to destroy them."

"I managed to cut Brizo with my knife," Reyna said. She looked down. "Her blood hit a Siren and seemed to burn her. Chiron also said that Brizo's blood can create and destroy."

Reyna knew she had all the pieces to the puzzle on how to destroy the Sirens, but between the pain and exhaustion, it just wasn't clicking. She couldn't see the final image of the puzzle. Reyna tried to focus, but she heard a buzzing, like someone had turned on a speaker.

"I hope this works," Percy muttered. Reyna glanced at him and then looked at Annabeth. Before she could ask what was going on, she heard the buzzing once again, along with a crackling.

"Hello Camp Half-Blood!" Leo yelled. He was nowhere near Reyna, but she heard him pretty clearly. His voice was also disoriented. "Welcome to dance dance Leolution. We are going to free all of you from the spell of the monsters with a dance party."

"Dance party?" Reyna slowly asked. She stared at Annabeth.

"We set up speakers around the camp. We figure that if Leo's karaoke can drown out the sound of the Siren's singing, we can free the campers from the spell. The Sirens will be outnumbered," Percy explained.

"We just have to worry about the goddess," Reyna muttered. Annabeth looked at her and nodded. Reyna sighed and looked down. This plan was the worst that she had ever heard, and with some of the crazy things that came out of Dakota's mouth after he binged on kool-aid, that was saying something. It was their plan though, and Reyna would just have to go with it. "Let's save your camp."