Athens: So sorry for last chapter

John: What was wrong with it? I had less to correct.

Athens: It's because the chapter was shorter.

John: I knew that

Disclaimer:

Will Treaty: Athens does not own me, or any Percy Jackson characters, but he does own, Sara, Ryan, Dalton, and Ella.

Athens: Thanks Will.

John: How come he gets thanks?! I never get one.

Athens: That correct. Will you're free to go.

Will: Thanks *disappears in a cloud of smoke*

John: AND HE GETS SMOKE BOMBS!

Athens: …the smoke was blue…

Chapter 9

As I walked to the pavilion, I saw Dalton standing sitting behind one of the pillars. I walked up to him, and sat down next to him. He turned and looked at me and said, "Who is it?"

"What? How did you know, my sister…"

"YOU LIKE YOUR DEAD SISTER?"

"What? No, where did you get that idea?" I said turning red.

"Oh, you looked like you had been turned down by a girl." That made me turn even redder.

"So in two days of being here, you think I already tried to ask a girl out?"

"Well, ya." He lowered his voice, "'cause I did." With that he winked at me and turned to walk out.

I stood up and said, "Now you got me curious, who?"

He turned and smiled at me and said, "A girl named Amanda, daughter of Hecate. A complete knockout, yet sadly turned me down." He sighed and said, "Never knew a girl to turn me down."

"Well I have never had any problem with that."

"What?"

"Ya, you heard me."

"So you have never asked a girl out?" he said curiously. I nodded my head. He shook his head. "How have you even survived this long?"

"You forget that I had a sister." Talking to Dalton seemed to make me forget about Ella's death, and make me feel like a normal teenager, not like a demigod who has to worry if he will live to the next day.

He laughed and then became very serious, "True. I have a half-brother. He's most annoying person to walk the Earth. Then again, he can't be that bad if he kept me alive this long. So I guess I should be grateful, but with what he did to my mom, I could never forgive him."

I looked at him confused, "What did he do to her?"

He looked at me, obviously holding back tears, "He killed her. Shot her while he was high. I lived in Georgia so it was not too uncommon for someone to get high and go little crazy, but he was different."

I looked at him, "Was? You mean he's dead."

He looked back at me his brown eyes dancing with red flames, "As I was saying, He came home one day, higher than he had ever been. My mom tried to help him, after all she was a war veteran, and out from his waistband a pistol and shot her. The cops came and found him lying on the ground, the gun pointed at his head and a bullet in his skull." He looked away from me, grief in his eyes.

"Hey it's ok…" I started to say.

He turned back to my and slammed me into the column. "No," he said his voice deadly calm, "I had killed my own half-brother, and it's not ok." He let go of me and stood up. I got up after him. He looked at me coldly, "You should go back to you cabin and rejoin them for the activities."

I turned to him and said, "No."

He turned back to stare at me his eyes relight, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

I looked him in the eye and said, "No. I said no."

His eyes died down and he looked away from me. "Hey," I said. "Let's go do something." We turned to the arena and started to walk there. As we were walking Malcom ran up and told me Annabeth need me. I turned to Dalton and said, "Sorry my sister calls."

Me and Malcom turned to the cabin and ran for it. As we got there we found Annabeth sitting at one of the tables with a lot of pieces of paper scattered around the table. She kept looking at the documents and said to Malcom, "You can leave now." He looked at Annabeth and replied,

"You know that you can't have only two people in a cabin at a time."

She looked up and said, "I think its fine since we are siblings." With that she looked back down at the papers and waved her hand in dismissal at Malcom. He looked at me and turned and walked out the door.

She looked up at me and said, "Ryan, come look at these," she spread her hands over the documents that were on the table. As I got closer I saw that some of the documents were on lined paper, while other were on drafting paper. There were even some that were on construction paper.

She waved her at the empty chair next to her. I looked at it and sat down in it. She grabbed one of the documents and handed it to me. On it was a report of the number of demigod disappearances.

I looked at it, and I must have looked confused because she said, "Now look at this one." She handed me another document. On it was a low number. On the top was Αριθμός τέρας. Number of Monsters.

I looked at her and replied, "So what? Monsters have not been appearing as much. Isn't that good?" I looked back at the first document, the number of Demigod disappearances is at its highest. I looked back at her, "If there are no monsters, how can Demigods be disappearing that fast?"

She looked up and stated, "We have no idea. All that we can do right now is look at these documents and try to find a connection." We both turned back to the documents. After hours of searching, the conch shell rang for dinner. As we walked up to the pavilion, we met up with the rest of our cabin and we to our table.

As we got our food, you know I never actually know how they have all the food, we all walked up to the fire and put a little of our food into the fire. As I was eating, I heard someone say, "So how long have you been here?"

I looked down at my plate, and then suddenly stopped eating. I thought about what I just heard …how long have you been here? How long… The documents. I jumped up from the table and ran back to the cabin.

When I got there I ran straight for the documents and flipped one over. The date was from one week ago. I started flipping over the other ones, only to find the same thing. I heard the door open and I turned to find Annabeth standing there, looking at me curiously.

"I found our problem," I said, looking exited.

She looked at me confused, "What problem?"

"The one from the documents, they are all only a week old."

Realization dawned on her and she ran over to the table and started flipping over pieces of paper, looking at all the dates. After a minute, she looked up and said, "Your right."

I thought for a moment and said, "Would it be hard to get the documents from the past month, because the answer might be in there."

Athens: DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNN!

John: What?

Athens: *sighs* You never actually read the story for what it is, do you.

John: No.

Athens: Fine, R&R please.