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A/N: Hello! I hope you enjoy the new chapter. As of now, I still plan to publish every weekend. (We're almost halfway through the story! Wow!) This chapter spoilers for the Last Olympian and House of Hades. I will try to publish by next weekend, 17 and 18 June. Please read and review! (I would really appreciate any thoughts you have! Please review!)

The meeting is dismissed not too long after Percy's suggestion. Annabeth says that it's late and we should get some sleep. But I know she's scared. Everyone's scared. I should know - I'm scared.

We're sitting in Hermione's and Luna's room in the Big House. The boys have been given a bigger room across the hall. Across from me, Hermione is carefully making her bed. As soon as she finishes, Harry and Ron hop on next to her, wrinkling the covers. Hermione rolls her eyes and sits down next to them.

Luna starts to hum. She's sitting on the floor underneath the window, a picture album in her lap. Some girls from Cabin 4 came by earlier with a box of Pandora's old things. Neville and I are sitting on Luna's bed with the box in between us; we've been allotted the task of finding all the pictures.

"What is this?" Neville asks me, pulling something out of the jumbled mess inside the box.

"Is that a Beanie Baby?" Hermione frowns across the room at the bedraggled toy in Neville's hand.

I lean across the box for a better look. "I think so."

"I know, but what is it?" Neville repeats, holding out to me.

"It's … Medusa, I think." I poke at the toy's green hair. "Yeah. It's a Medusa Beanie Baby."

"Probably," Luna says from her spot on the floor. "Can I have another picture?"

I nod and tug a few photos out from under an empty quiver. "Here." I pass them down to her and reach into the box for more.

"I've got one." Neville hands me an old, creased photograph. I take it, holding the photo up to the light. Two women, one of whom is holding a baby, are sitting in the strawberry fields, laughing. I flip the picture over, piecing together the note on the back.

Pandora with May and Luke Castellan, Fourth of July. And then, below that, May brought her baby to camp for the first time! He was absolutely adorable. May was so delighted! Little Luke has got the best mother in the world. Lucky kid!

"These are the Castellans," I say, flipping the photograph back over. "That's May, so the baby must be Luke."

Neville leans over my shoulder. "Luke was the kid who led the Titan War, right? The evil one?"

"I don't think he was evil, not truly," I say thoughtfully. "He wasn't happy with the gods, the way they were abandoning their kids. I think Kronos played on that resentment. You know, Luke was the one who killed Kronos in the end."

"Kronos," Ron says, tugging on his tie. "The 'Father Time' bloke. It's his servant we're up against, right?"

"Yep." I hand the photo down to Luna.

"Someone's got to fit your description," Hermione states matter-of-factly, shrugging off her robes. "Who are the other Titans?"

I twirl a strand of hair around one finger, thinking. "Let's see. There was one Rachel mentioned. Hyperion?"

"Hyperion. Good start. Could he be the Gatekeeper?"

"I think he died when Annabeth and Percy were in Tartarus," I say slowly. "I think Krios and Iapetus did, too."

"Right." Hermione nods. "And what about the other two? Koios and Oceanus?"

I tilt my head. "No idea."

"Okay," she says slowly. "Let's start with Hyperion. Who's his family?"

"I don't know!" I pull an old sweater out of the box. "You're the one who took Ancient Runes."

"Does the camp have a library we can look at?" Hermione persists.

"No library," I say with a shake of my head. "Chiron might have a few books."

"But they have to have something!" Hermione cries, wringing her hands. "This a camp for the children of the Greek gods! They must have some materials - some records - family trees - we need to research this, we need to find-"

"Calm down, Hermione," Ron says cautiously. "It's okay. We'll check tomorrow, okay?"

"Fine." Hermione slumps against her pillow. "It is late. I suppose we should get some sleep."

"Are you coming down to Cabin 4, Luna?" I ask.

"I think I'll stay up here with Hermione," she says, sliding the last photograph into her album. Hermione looks a bit relieved.

"Do you want me to walk you down?" Neville asks, dropping the box near the foot of Luna's bed.

"I'll be fine," I say, standing up. "Besides, we don't want to give the Aphrodite cabin a heart attack."

"Giving the Aphrodite cabin a heart attack would be pretty funny," Harry says, writing Mrs. Weasley's name on an envelope.

Neville snorts and I sigh. Ron snatches the letter away from Harry. "What are you writing my mum?"

Harry snatches his letter back. "We're on Long Island, we're safe, and we're helping Sophy follow a new lead on her father. Budge off, Ron!" He stuffs the letter into his pocket.

"Good night, Hermione. Luna." Neville holds the door open for Harry and Ron. "We'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll wake you up in time for breakfast," I promise as the boys disappear into their own room.

"M'kay." Neville gives me a quick hug. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you!" I wait until their door closes before turning to hurry back down the stairs.

Something wakes me in the night. I don't know what - an odd noise, or an odd gust of air. Maybe both. I can't tell. Whatever it is, if I was back in the USSR, it would've spelled out danger.

I keep still. Liliya is still sleeping beside me. Apparently, Will had brought her back to the cabin while I was in the woods. I turn to face the room. All of the doors and windows are still closed. I frown. What was it that woke me?
Thunder starts to rumble again. It always is thundering in Cabin 1, I remember. I reach over to tug my sheets back from Liliya-the-blanket-hog, and a flash of lightning illuminates the room.

And I scream.

And scream.

And scream.

Standing above me is the silhouette of Death himself: bony wings, a long, shadowy face. He raises his wings.

"Lu-lumos!" I shriek, groping for my wand. "Impedimenta!"

My second spell hits home, sending the creature stumbling back. I flick my wand again and hold it up like a sword, illuminating the entire room.

I gasp.

Beside me, Liliya barks, hackles raising. She hops down off of the bed, giving another growl at the the thestral - thestrals - standing in the center of the cabin.

Two. Two thestrals. Two empty beds. Two.

"Jason! Thalia!" I scream, bolting out of bed. Empty. Empty. I throw Thalia's blankets on the floor. Nothing. Still nothing. "Thalia!" I scream again, backing into one of the skeleton horses. I jerk away, smacking into the doors instead. In an instant, I've found the handle and disappeared into the rain.

I stumble across the green, leg throbbing. Gasping for breath, I look up. My eyes lock on a small cabin at the end of the green. I need to get help. Slipping on the mud, I relight my wand and start off again.

Bam. Bam. Bam. I pound on the door, shivering in the drenching rain. Please answer!

The door flies open I cling to the doorframe, unable to stop my tears.

"Sophy?" Nico opens the door, looking from me to my lit wand with confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Jason," I say, pointing toward Cabin 1. "Jason and Thalia. I woke up, and … and-"

My voice catches. Gone. Just gone. Nico stares at me for a moment, then turns toward my cabin. Liliya stands in the doorway, blocking a shadowy figure from exiting.

Hazel appears behind us, pulling a dressing gown on over her pajamas. Memories almost swallow my vision. For a moment, I almost think Hazel's hair glows with flecks of gold.

"Oh, my gods," she whispers, peering through the rain at Cabin 1.

"We have to wake everyone up," Nico says slowly. In that moment, it suddenly hits me how young he is - how young we all are. "We - more people might be missing. C'mon!"

I turn and follow them back out into the night. One hand on her dressing gown, Hazel is knocking on the next cabin over. Nico jogs past her to the odd-numbered cabins. I turn and hurry toward the evens.

"Wake up!" I yell, hammering on Cabin 10. "Wake up!" I hear rustling inside; people are starting to get up.

Piper yanks open the door so fast, I almost knock on her face. "Jason and Thalia," I blurt out, wiping rainwater off of my face. "Jason and Thalia. We're meeting … well, I don't know. But we're waking everyone up."

Pipe turns pale, and then I remember her and Jason standing together at the meeting. Oh. "Jason's strong. He'll be okay. Come on!" She doesn't hesitate, yelling orders to her cabin before joining me out in the rain.

"Is anyone else gone?" she demands as we run - stumble, really - down past 8, to 6.

"That's what we're trying to figure out," I respond, banging as hard as I can on the door. She joins in, tapping on the window.

"Who's there?" Annabeth opens the door with knife in hand. "Sophy? It's the middle of the night!"
"Jason and Thalia," Piper says from behind me."They're gone. We're getting everyone up."

"Right." Annabeth gives us a nod and disappears back into her cabin.

"I'll get Demeter," Piper calls to me. "You go to the Big House. Chiron's near the sitting room. Your friends are upstairs. Argus is off of the front hall. Meet me in the Assembly Room."

"See you there," I say, shivering in the cold night air. After a moment of hesitation, I turn back to my own cabin.

Rain has splattered in through the doors. Liliya stands guard as I pull the door closed behind me.

"Hey, Lils," I say over my shoulder. I dig out jeans and a jumper from my messenger bag, hanging my sopping pajamas on statue-Zeus's outstretched arm. I flick my wand again and again to dry my hair, and, after a moment, transfigure Jason's toothbrush into an umbrella and two toilet-paper rolls into a pair of crutches.

"C'mon," I call to Liliya, opening the umbrella. I push the door open, fumbling for the crutches, and pull it closed behind me.

My bare feet squish in the mud, but I don't care. I'm too worried about my friends. What if more people are gone? Is the Watchman targeting me, specifically? No. He can't be. He'd have taken more people - Nico, Will, Annabeth, Rachel, Liliya. I squint through the rain to see Nico pounding on the door of Cabin 3 and Hazel disappearing into the Hypnos cabin.

I prop my umbrella open on the porch of the Big House, wiping my feet on the mat and stepping inside. I'm met by a young man who's blinking the sleep out of his eyes - including ones on his neck and arms. I try not to stare.

"Um, Jason and Thalia are gone. We're waking everyone up."

The young man - Argus? - fixes all of his eyes on me and nods slowly. After a moment, he turns and points at the muddy doormat.

"It's raining," I say, blushing slightly. "I - ah- forgot shoes."

He sighs and turns open a closet door, reaching inside to pull out an armful of umbrellas. Shifting the load to one arm, Argus reaches over to me and taps me on the shoulder, then points down another hallway.

"Thanks," I say as he brushes past me to head outside.

I follow Argus's instructions and take the smaller hallway. I pass what must be the sitting room before the hallway dead-ends into a single door. I take a deep breath and knock.

"Hello?" Chiron calls after a moment. He doesn't open the door.

"Jason and Thalia are gone," I repeat for the fourth time that evening. "We're getting everyone up."

"Thank you, Sophy." I hear him moving around inside. "I will be out in a moment."

I nod and turn, making for the stairs. Luna opens her door as I come, crutches thumping, down the hallway.

"What is it?" she asks. "I've been awake, and I heard shouting outside…"

"More disappearances," I say grimly. "Get Hermione."

She disappears into their bedroom, and I turn, hammering hard on the boys' door. I prop my crutches up on the wall and keep banging frantically. Wake up! Wake! Up!

"What is Merlin's name?" Neville yanks open the door. "It can't be breakfast-time already!"

"You're okay. Thank the stars." He opens his mouth, but I keep talking. "Jason and Thalia are gone. Wake up Harry and Ron. Everyone's meeting downstairs."

"Sophy?" Harry groans from the bunk bed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm doing recruiting for the Ministry," I say sarcastically. "What do you think I'm doing? We have to wake up now!"

"At four o'clock in the morning?" Ron rolls over, almost falling off of the top bunk.

"It's an emergency. Jason and Thalia are gone." I grab my crutches and reach for Liliya, giving her a quick scratch behind the ears. "Get dressed and meet me in the Assembly Room. I've got to go make sure everything's okay."

Outside, the rain is heavier, if anything. A small stream of campers make their way to the Big House, some clutching Argus's umbrellas. Mine is gone, so I take one from the closet.

"What's going on?" Someone touches my arm, and I turn to see two girls under an umbrella. "I'm Laurel and this is Holly. Hazel left before she told us what's happening."

"Jason and Thalia are gone," I say, ignoring the lump that forms in my throat. They nod and disappear into the Big House.

"Just open up!" I hear. To my left, Nico is hammering on the door of Cabin 5, to no avail. "Open up! Open! Up!"

I skirt a puddle and join him. "Need help?"

He gestures at the door. "It's locked. They won't answer."

"Um, let's see." I draw my wand. "Alohomora." There's a click, and I drag the door open.

"Oi!" I yell, my voice echoing slightly. "Wake up!" I find the light switch and flick it on.

A clamor of complaints and angry shouts rises. "What are you doing in here?" One boy asks, propping himself up on his elbows. "Get out!"

"No!" I snap, my exhaustion quickly turning to anger. "Okay, everyone listen - listen up! OI!"

Someone's thrown a knife at me. It's buried in the doorframe about twenty or so centimeters above the top of my head. I stand on my tiptoes and wrench it out of the wood.

"LISTEN UP!" I bellow, and the cabin falls silent. "Jason and Thalia Grace are gone. Everyone - which includes you lot - is supposed to come up to the Big House. Please get dressed and meet us in the Assembly Room." I turn to leave, but pause and turn back. "Oh, and by the way, the next time someone throws a knife at me, I'm throwing it back." I pause. "And I never miss."

"Remind me to never reckon with you when you're mad," Nico says, holding up an umbrella for me. I laugh as we turn back toward the Big House.

"Hey, di Angelo! Wait up!" Will Solace is waving to us from the doorway of the Apollo cabin. "Kayla and Austin took our last umbrella." We turn back, although Will jogs out to close the distance. I shrink back a bit as he takes the umbrella from Nico; Will towers over both of us. "Not up to braving the rain, Solace?" Nico teases as we hurry to match our paces to Will's long ones. I have to walk double-time to keep up.

"At four o'clock in the morning, when people are going missing and it's pitch-black out? No, thanks!"

"Aw. Afraid of the dark?" Nico's voice is tinged with laughter. I suddenly make the connection. Hades. Helm of Darkness. Son of Hades. Oh.

"You wish, Death Breath!" Will gives Nico a playful shove.

"Oh, come on," I say, a bit teasingly. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. I've been afraid of the dark since I was little, and I've turned out to be a completely lovely person." Will gives a tiny snort at this, which makes Nico and me crack up.

"And here we are!" Will spreads his arms out, as if he's a tour guide and not a half-asleep teenager wearing jeans, a pajama shirt, and knee-high fly-fishing boots.

"Hey, Miranda," Nico says as we climb onto the porch. Will props our umbrella up to dry.

"Hey, guys." Miranda sounds exhausted - we all do - but she does especially, leaning slumped against the wall next to the bench that she's sitting on. "Check with your head counselor as you go in."

Inside, campers have split up to join their cabins. Will jogs off, counting the Apollo campers scattered around the room. Nico waves to Hazel.

I wind through the campers, Liliya at my heels, to find my schoolmates.

"Sophy!" I hear. Turning toward the chalkboard, I pick my way toward my friends. "It's crazy in here, isn't it?"

"Fairly," I say, looking around the room.

"I only got four hours of sleep!" Ron moans. "Your stupid harpies kept me up for an hour after the meeting ended."

"Sorry, Ron," I say, propping up my crutches.

"Cabins, count off!" Annabeth barks from the doorway.

There's a very pregnant pause before I realize that I have to start. "Cabin 1."

"Three. Just me," Percy says from beside Annabeth.

Miranda closes the door behind her. "Four. We're all present."

"Five. Here."

"Six. Present." Annabeth steps outside, calling something to Argus.

"Seven. Ditto."

I settle down next to Hermione. Her hair is twisted back in a plait. Neville and Luna scoot over to make more room as the rest of the cabins count off.

"So what happened?" someone calls from the back of the room.

"I woke up," I say simply. "There were two thestrals in my cabin. Jason and Thalia were gone. I started waking people up"

"So now what?" someone else asks.

"I guess we just sit here," Piper says, fingering a photograph. "I guess the Watchman only wants to take people when no-one's expecting it?"

"Fair enough." Annabeth closes the door again. "I suggest trying to get a tiny bit of sleep. It's been a really long night."

Luna has curled up on the floor. She must've brought a pillow from upstairs. Wedged in between the two of us, Neville is fluffing up his own pillow. Hermione has pulled out a book, although she's in a whispered conversation with Harry. On Harry's other side, Ron is snoring loudly.

"Here," Neville whispers to me. "Lean forward a bit." I oblige, and he slides the pillow back against the wall behind us.

"Thanks," I whisper, leaning back. I pull my knees up, curling into him slightly. Before I know it, I'm asleep.