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Jasmine Snyder

They stepped into the airport and started to go through security until a security guard said "Hey, kids. Where are your parents?"

Jasmine was too exhausted to maintain the complicated mistform, and Argus had already gone to another line: TSA pre-check, because that made sense.

Allison quickly said, "In the bathroom."

The policeman didn't believe her. "Are you kids running away?"

Jasmine had an idea. She burst into fake tears. "No, sir, we already ran away. My sisters and brother just want to get home, in New York. It was such a mistake and I miss Daddy so much!" Luckily Jasmine had enough Mist power to look younger than she actually was.

"I'm not sure what accent you have, but it sure isn't New York, and I don't think these kids look much like your siblings."

Jasmine was tempted to tell him to shut his ugly face, slap him, and call him a son of Octavian. Nobody insulted her accent. But this did give her another lie: a joke she and her mortal half-brother had. "No, sir. I'm adopted from the Isle of Mann. My real parents were killed by rabid lynxes when I was four and the Snyders found me. I'm the heir to the family business, making pretzels."

The TSA official didn't know quite what to make of that, but Jasmine was quite convincing, so he let them go through.

They rushed through the rest of security and found their flight's gate. Jasmine took a nap and soon was strong enough to create the mistform once again, though she didn't, because if she did she would have to keep it up for the entire flight. The group boarded the plane and took their seats in first class. When Jasmine forged a plane ticket, she traveled in style. It was very relaxing.

Saya had her short, dark brown hair in a low ponytail. She had a vibrant purple streak running through it. She wore a blue flowy shirt with flowers embroidered on it. Her jeans were ripped from fighting the Cyclops, and her black sneakers were scuffed. She was reading a Percy Jackson book, as it looked like, but it was in Japanese. Jasmine saw her hazel eyes moving along the page. Maybe it was easier on her dyslexia? Her mortal father was fully Japanese, so she spoke, wrote and read Japanese.

They got off the aircraft, and this time, Argus stayed with them. Nobody wanted to pretend to be pitiful children again.

They took a taxi to Camp Half-Blood, but when they got there, all they saw was a strawberry field. "Powerful Mist," Jasmine complimented.

"The gods created it. Of course, it is," Tully agreed. "It's starting to clear up, do you see it?"

When they looked again, they saw a huge establishment, with teens running around everywhere. It was much larger than described in the books.

"How long has it been since the books?" Saya breathed.

"Eight years," Tully said. "The Romans can get stuff built really fast, and the books were written by Chiron under the pen name "Rick Riordan" to find more demigods. That's why the camp is so big."

Saya spotted a group of demigods she had never seen before but would recognize anywhere. "HOLY SCHIST!" She yelled. "It's them!"

"This is the unintended repercussion of the books," Tully muttered. "Fangirls."

"Am I insane?" Jasmine said quietly in awe. "Wow."

Allison just stood there doing nothing, just watching. She brushed her messy, thick black hair off of her glasses to get a better look. It was them, all right.

The group walked through the barrier.

"I'm honored to meet you. I'm a huge fan." Jasmine remembered how her mortal older brother would punch her in the arm -hard- whenever she quoted from the books or really talked about them in general. Fiction, he would say, speaking as he would to a small child or an idiot. These characters are fake. Well, now she was right in front of them. Fiction? She thought not! (SPOILER FOR BURNING MAZE! WARNING!) When Jason had died in "The Burning Maze", she was sad for days and had even cried once. Her brother loved to make fun of her for that, thinking that she was faking. (Subtle language warning, but its pretty tame.) His name, Jack, was quite fitting once you put their last initial on. Jack S.

She noticed the grim look on all the heroes' faces. "What is it?"

"Well," Piper said, "yesterday we got a new Great Prophecy. It mentions a new three. After Jason... died, we haven't had any more trouble here. It's a bit of a shock."Poor Piper. Jasmine thought. It was worse seeing Piper so mournful in person, even after some years.

"We think it might be about you," Hazel finished, the sad look thickening.

"What's it about?" Saya asked, looking concerned.

"Oh, let me guess," Jasmine said. "Doom and death and the end of the world. We can deal."

"They're a little small for big heroes," Leo noticed.

"You're talking?" Saya joked. She was almost the same height, maybe two inches shorter, as Leo, who smiled at the insult.

Percy burst out laughing. He earned quite a few looks from other campers. He finally collected himself and said "Good one."

"I like this kid," Leo laughed, but Jasmine noticed how the muscles in his face tightened slightly, a skill that she had learned when avoiding Jack's casual light backhands at her. They happened not very often, and were blocked usually, but never felt good. Either Leo was lying, embarrassed, or had a twitch. The first two were probably more likely. They weren't very good first impressions.

Jasmine suddenly realized how much more powerful these demigods were. Even the tiny joker, Leo, could fry them like potatoes at McDonald's if he chose. They may have looked like normal young adults, but all of them had saved the world more than once. All Jasmine had done was shoot a Cyclops with a measly airsoft gun.

Allison stood in the back of the group, unnoticed. She stepped into the conversation awkwardly. "Um, can we meet Chiron?"

"Yeah, I'll take you to him. I think he's in the strawberry fields." Annabeth offered. "Guys, go." She said, waving the rest of the group away.

"I mean, they can come. It's kind of cool." Allison stuttered shyly.

"SEE, ANNABETH? WE'RE COOL." Leo shouted.

"Shut up Valdez." A voice came up from behind them. Nico Di Angelo. Arguably the most deadly of them all."I'll take em' to Chiron."

"Cool," Saya interjected.

"Well, let's get to it. We don't have all day." Annabeth commanded.

"Come on guys," Hazel said. "We'll show you around."

"It's so much bigger than what I imagined," Jasmine whispered. She knew that this place may have been one of only two safe places for demigods in the world, but it was also the most dangerous place she had ever been, considering that now she wasn't the only one with powers and a weapon, and she lacked fighting experience, which the others there had plenty of.

"Yeah, it is," Allison babbled.

"So, here are the cabins." Hazel gestured to a group of houses that were arranged in a full circle pattern. "One for each godly parent, as you all know, and, since there are so many gods, if you are the only child your godly parent sired, you could stay in one of the tiny houses over there, or you can join us Romans," Hazel explained.

"That's where the bathrooms are. Where a certain son of Poseidon blew up a toilet." Nico stated, nodding at Percy.

"Wassup! Professional Toilet Blower-Upper here!" Percy hollered.

"Yes. You're quite the legend among the younger campers," Annabeth said dryly. "Nobody cares about the quests you went on. Only the exploded toilets."

Jasmine smiled, remembering "The Lightning Thief". Everyone she knew loved that scene. Clarisse really got what was coming to her then.

"That's the arena." Frank waved toward a colosseum-type structure. "Campers practice fighting there."

"Speaking of fighting," Percy said, "We need to get you three some weapons."

"Um." Jasmine cleared her throat nervously. "I already have a weapon."

"What is it?" Asked Piper curiously.

She took off her necklace and let it turn into the pistol. Carved on the black barrel of the gun were some Greek letters:

αερόλιθος

"Meteorite," Saya read. "I didn't notice that before."

Leo started laughing. "An airsoft gun? And what's with that charm?"

"The charm is currently none of your bismuth." Only Annabeth and Saya got the pun. They smiled slightly and Annabeth nodded for Jasmine to continue."It shoots celestial bronze and has unlimited bullets. This morning, I used it to take down a fully grown cyclops that was choking Saya to death." Jasmine couldn't help being proud of her creation. No gun before it had had unlimited celestial bronze. How it really worked was once the bullet reached its mark and killed the monster, it teleported back into the gun like Riptide going back to Percy.

Leo nodded with approval.

"How did you get it?" Annabeth inquired.

"I made it. I found a celestial bronze nail in my backyard made it into this necklace. Then, as a daughter of Hecate, I used its power to make it into this, which is an exact copy of my brother's old airsoft gun. I had to have something that I understood how it functioned and knew exactly what it looked like, otherwise, it could turn into a banana or something stupid like that. Anyone can agree that this is better than a banana. I have nothing against bananas, though. I'm not bananaist."

"What weapons would you two like?" Annabeth asked.

"A dagger," Saya said confidently. They had discussed this before, many times.

"A sword," Allison decided.

They quickly reached the place where the spare weapons were stored. Allison and Saya stepped inside and began browsing through a wide assortment of swords, guns, knives, and daggers.

Annabeth turned to Jasmine, who stayed behind. "You're afraid of us. Why?"

"You kidding?" Jasmine exclaimed. "You guys are nearly as powerful as gods. Multiple books are written about you. My friends and I even wrote short stories about the famous Seven, thinking you weren't real. We basically worshipped y'all. Saya was YOU for Halloween once, and so was I. Every single person here has saved the entire world from all kinds of things. Who wouldn't be afraid?"

"Fair," said Leo. "I am VERY intimidating."

"Shut it, Valdez," Nico snapped.

At that moment, Saya walked out of the storage room. She held a sheathed dagger. It had a black wooden handle, polished as if it had just been cleaned. It had intricate designs of plants and owls circling the rest of the handle. The blade looked to be about 6 inches. The black leather sheath was stamped with Greek letters.

Ξενύχτης

"Night owl," Saya read. "Sounds like me."

Allison carefully gripped a thin two-foot long Stygian iron sword. It was a good size for her, and it obviously didn't weigh too much, but she still looked wary of it, despite the perfect fit. Jasmine agreed with that common sense. These weapons were deadly. Saya looked at the ominous blade. Jasmine noticed the Ancient Greek lettering engraved on the sword, but she had never learned the language. She was busy enough with Spanish.

Μαύρο κοράκι

"Black Crow," Saya declared. "They're both named after birds."

"Nice choice," Nico complimented. "Stygian iron is useful."

"No Romans?" Frank asked jokingly.

"I guess not," Jasmine said before Saya could say anything sassy. Jasmine respected her friend's considerable brain, but it was possible -no, likely- that she had fangirl overload. She'd get over it eventually, Jasmine knew.

They headed toward the Big House, headquarters of Camp Half-Blood. Saya glanced at Jasmine. Her friend looked downright terrified. "Chill, it'll be fine," She assured Jasmine. The daughter of Hecate wished it was true.

Annabeth opened the door and followed them into the house. The rest of the group stayed outside, laughing and joking around.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! The next chapter will hopefully be up soon, so keep a lookout! Goodbye, my little sushi rolls!