IMA BACK!

It's been a while, guys! FSA testing is tomorrow so I might not update for a while...

This chapter was actually finished in April, but I didn't get the chance to update until now. Hope you enjoy it!

FRAZEL FOR LIFE ＼\('0')/ ／ YESSSSSSSSS

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, AND THEY BELONG RIGHTFULLY TO UNCLE RICK. DOMINIC AND JUDAS ARE MINE, BUT I GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO USE THEM.

PART TWO:

Set a few weeks later…

Frank woke up.

Something was happening today.

Reyna and Jason were standing in the middle of the courtyard. Reyna cleared her throat. "Campers!" The courtyard fell silent. "Last night, Dominic, a child of Apollo, bravely saved the camp from two dragons."

The crowd gasped.

Reyna continued. "The dragons flew to the entrance of our camp, but Dominic was able to shoot them. Without him, the camp would have been destroyed. And a good thing too, because these dragons were the enchantress Medea's dragons." Reyna smiled, her teeth flashing against the sunlight. "To celebrate and honor Dominic, we will feast all day!"

A cheer went up from all the Cohorts, and the campers lifted a small, skinny kid who must have been Dominic on their shoulders. Frank followed the wave of campers into the mess hall.

Inside the hall, cornucopias spilled out a seemingly endless bounty of fruits, vegetables, meats, and drinks. Everyone squeezed near Dominic at the very beginning, but the crowd thinned out as some filed outside. The roar and bustle of the crowds made Frank worry that some monster would find them and tear them to shreds. Nevertheless, he enjoyed the party.

In the evening, Hazel left the hall. A few minutes later, Judas followed. Frank made sure nobody was watching, and then ran out of the mess hall after him.

Judas skirted the edge of the crowds. Sometimes, as if he sensed he was being followed, he would turn around and look over his shoulder. Frank noted this, and tried to blend in with the crowd. He kept a respectable distance until Judas looked away, and then snuck after him.

Judas walked further away from the crowds, and it became harder for Frank to mingle with the other partygoers. Luckily, there was a lot of vegetation, so he was able to hide from Judas' gaze.

At last, he caught sight of Hazel. She was sitting on top of the Hades temple, murmuring a song so sweet it made Frank want to fall asleep. Judas leapt behind a bush, then casually walked towards her. Frank tagged along.

Hazel saw Judas first. "Judas!" She shimmied down to greet him, and they hugged. Frank felt his anger well up inside him, but he kept still and watched the exchange.

Hazel said something to Judas.

"No."

"What?" Hazel sounded desperate. "But-"

"I wish that I hadn't met you, Hazel. I am destined to kill the one who loves me."

"Judas, you would never do that."

Judas' eyes flashed a violent shade of red. "I never loved you, Hazel, but my master does not mean to spare you. A child of Pluto is a threat to us." His face contorted with rage. "Kill…"

Hazel was frozen as Judas barred his teeth. His canines grew larger and larger, until they were fangs. Skin changed to fur, and hands became clawed paws. A growl rumbled deep in his throat.

Hazel screamed.

Frank launched himself out of the bush. "Judas!" he yelled, in a voice that was unlike his own.

Judas turned to face Frank. "How nice," he growled. "Hazel's knight in shining armor. Well, he'll be in the underworld as soon as I can help it." With an unearthly shriek, he launched himself at Frank.

He found himself pinned to the ground. Judas unsheathed his claws. "How sad," he mocked. "Too young to die."

Suddenly, Hazel was on top of the werewolf. A silver sword appeared in her hand, and she slashed at the werewolf, missing despite her efforts. Judas released Frank, and he ran to help Hazel.

"Give me the sword!" he yelled.

"No! Only I can touch it!"

Judas sneered. "Crying, little girl? Should you ask your daddy for help?" he slashed at her ruthlessly. Blood welled up on Hazel's body.

Frank exploded. The next few minutes were a blur. He slashed with the sword – where did that come from? Blood was all over him, and he wasn't sure if it was his or not. Judas shrieked, and finally disappeared. Dust lay at Frank's feet.

He ran to Hazel. She was in a pool of blood. Her eyes became glassy. She reached out to touch his face. Her hand quivered. "Thank you…"

Frank heard himself scream, "NO!" He collapsed, crying over Hazel's still body.

A voice filled the air. "I will let her live, one more time." Hazel jerked once before lying still again.

Reyna and Jason found him lying near Hazel. Frank looked up as they approached. "Get her to the infirmary."

The two obeyed without question.

Frank followed them, and then looked back. The silver sword was still lying there, the one that he had used, not Hazel's. He picked it up. A messy tag was tied to the grip. "For Frank," he read aloud. "A father's blessing, from your dad…" he paused. The last word was smudged. He picked the sword up gingerly, then ran after the two praetors.

Three days later…

Frank entered the infirmary. It was quiet. The others were outside, practicing with real swords, but Reyna had sent him to check on Hazel, almost knowing that he did not want to practice.

It was dim inside. Hazel lay on a bed, her arms bandaged, eyes closed, but she opened them when Frank came over. "Hey."

Frank sighed. She was okay.

Her amber eyes searched his. "Thanks. I should have known." She frowned. "Judas always was distant, and he lashed out sometimes."

"Really?" Frank hadn't known this before.

"Yeah." Hazel smiled again. "Thank you for saving me."

Frank liked that. "Why didn't you let me hold your sword?" He had already figured out that Hazel had drawn the sword from the earth.

"Because-" Hazel's head dropped to the bed, and she let out a tiny snore. Frank smiled, and left her to rest.