Guys I came up with a plot twist. I don't know if I'm going to use it. But if I do... oh you're going to hate me. Anyway, on that note. Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter Sixteen: Camilla

After an exausting discussion about the prophecy. And an unnerving amount of what if's we decided to go to sleep. I wasn't too tired so I turned on a show. I wasn't really watching anything just scrolling. Kian walked out in his pajamas. "Hey." I looked at his golden silk shirt and smirked. "Hi. Nice pajamas." He looked down and blushed. he sat down across from me. "This was all the extra pajamas they had in the Apollo cabin. Whatcha watching?" I clicked the power button and the screen went dark.

"Just ads. Nothing was on." I checked the clock on the wall. "It is 10:30. Well I think I'm going to head to bed." I started to get up. Kian gently touched my hand. "One sec." He pulled a photograph out of his pocket. "I believe this is yours." I took it and looked at the picture. It was me probably around eight years old. I was smiling. Behind me was my father. His small square glasses sat on the bridge of his nose and his black hair windswept. "Thank you." My words were soft. He looked over my shoulder. "Who is that?" I touched the picture tenderly. "That's my dad. He's a biochemist. I miss him." I tucked the picture away. Kian got a concerned look in his eyes, "Is he alright?" I nodded. "I ran away when I was nine. I started working for my mom. Doing basically whatever she wanted. Every so often Nyx would give me some sort of news about him. It's still hard though."

Kian nodded. "I have no idea who my father is. But my mom.. She was amazing." I looked at him thoughtfully. His eyes were looking straight ahead. As if lost in the past. "When I was young we moved. I grew up in a log cabin. thise were the best years of my life." His smile then seemed to vanish. "Then one day there were these howls. My mother gave me this necklace and locked me in a closet. She was killed by trying to save me." I scooted a little closer to him on the couch. "Oh Kian I had no idea." He was clutching a leather necklace with beads strung onto it. "Is that the necklace?" I tried to keep my tone as soft as possible. "It's beautiful." He nodded and stood. "I'm going to head to bed." I stood with him. Our wrists lightly touching. "Goodnight." "Goodnight." I echoed.

We walked to our seprate doors. But before I entered I splutered, "If you ever need anyone to... you know... talk to." He smiled with such warmth I thought my heart would explode. "I'll come straight to you." I smiled, but my face felt like clay. I slipped into our room and went to bed. Smiling all the way.

The bed was awful. Some places it was soft and others it was rock hard. So I ended up curled in a ball. I awoke from probably only an hour of sleep at four AM. I got up and looked through my clothes. Getting more appalled at each new shirt.

When the Aphrodite campers had heard that I only had one set of clothes they had gotten to work. I thought it was sweet. But now I wished they hadn't. I took out three pink shirts covered in glitter and hearts. I dug deeper and found only light colored shirts and tank tops. I groaned quietly. Then I found a note.

Hey Camilla,

We of the Aphrodite cabin have voted and decided you

would look quite good in lighter colors. But if you dislike it

there is a black leather jacket in the bottom of the bag.

But you should give lighter colors a try. You would look beautiful!

- Aphrodite Cabin

I glanced back at the colorful shirts. I grabbed a neon green tank top and walked quietly to he bathroom. One of the bright sides to being a daughter of Nyx is that you can see in the dark. It was especially helpful now. I didn't have to turn on any lights. I could hear deep breathing from Annabeth's bed. Annabeth was a cool girl. If she wasn't trying to stab you with a drakon bone.

After changing I went out to the patio. It was small but perfect for one person. I stared out into the town. Streetlights glistned below. And for the thousandth time I wished to be normal. To be with my father in our victorian mansion. That will never happen. Said a voice in my head. I sighed and stood up. It was five now. Breakfast would be open. I stood and silently opened the screen door. I padded past the living room and to the door. I heard a scratchy voice call, "Camilla, wait up!" Annabeth slipped out of the door.

"Let's go get some breakfast."

Just wanted kind of a calm chapter before things start getting crazy. Have a good safe week guys. :)