Chapter One

There was a repetitive clanging coming from the direction of the forests, and deeper in, it would be easy to tell that the noise was coming from Bunker 9.

A blonde boy stood at the entrance, entranced by the machinery and details of the underground bunker, like a true son of Athena. He cleared his throat, "Um, knock knock?" he called, not able to find another way to signal the boy concentrating on some part of the giant ship.

A messy-haired, slightly singed boy looked up to see the son of Athena standing at the entrance, "Oh, hey. What's up? Did Annabeth need something?"

The blonde shuffled, "Um, she just wanted me to let you know you have to hurry up, and she found, uh, these," the boy said, gesturing to the blueprints in his other hand. There was some clanging and shuffling as the son of Hephaestus left his prized ship.

The messy boy carried the blueprints to a nearby workbench and observed the blueprints a while before finally looking up at the boy, "She wants me to make this?" he questioned.

"Yeah, to, you know, let the Romans know you were coming,"

"Okay, I can do this," Leo straightened up, "Anything else?"

"Uh yeah, lunch." The son of Athena handed over a brown bag that had "LEO" written across it.

"Oh, I forgot," Leo said, before snatching the bag out of his hands and pulling out a sandwich.

"Uh, okay. Good luck," Luke said, walking out of the bunker and back to his cabin.

"Hey, Luke, did you give Leo the stuff?" his sister, Annabeth, questioned.

"Yeah, he said he could do it,"

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, "Okay." before returning to the sheet of paper she rarely looked up from for the last week or so.

Lounging around on his bed, Luke opened the book he was reading, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone which was translated into Greek. His gaze wandered from the pages of the book to the cabins outside his window...

Laya, being the daughter of Aphrodite she was, checked herself in the mirror for what probably was the fifth time since she put her make up on.

"It's fine," her sister, Grace, said impatiently.

"One second," Laya said, picking up the small handbag she normally carried around. She checked the mirror one last time before stepping out of the cabin.

"Why do you take so long?" Grace said, taking hurried steps.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you didn't want me to go with you to watch the sons of Apollo play basketball," Laya said, hair swinging.

"Shh! They're right there!" Grace hissed as they passed four Apollo boys who just finished a game of basketball.

"You know, you're technically related to them, because you're related to me and I'm related to one of them," Laya said, eyebrows pulled together.

Grace covered her ears, "No, I don't want to hear it."

Laya shrugged, "Okay," and sat down on the bench, watching her sister watch boys play basketball. She couldn't help thinking about how she used to play too, until she'd been claimed. And dropped her friends... Laya's shoulders slumped for a second before straitening up as Brian, son of Morpheus passed by. She sighed and turned back to the boys to see that they were trying to impress Grace.

She rolled her eyes as one of the shots bounced off the rim, but watched it roll quickly away towards the familiar sneakers of Jayce...

Jayce's eyes shot up from her Nook as a basketball rolled to her feet. She glanced higher to see that there were boys playing basketball nearby as two Aphrodite girls watched them. In fact, one did seem quite familiar... She grabbed the basketball at her feet and chucked it in the direction of the boys and quickly got back to her book, before she was distracted yet again.

"Hey, Jayce!" she saw Travis and Connor walking up to her. She sighed and stood up, stretching for a second before holding her Nook under her arm as she stuffed her hands in her pockets and walking the rest of the way to her brothers.

"What did you do now?" were the first words out of her mouth.

Travis feigned offense, "Dear sister, why is it that we did something? Couldn't we just met our bestest sister in the world and not be hassled?", Travis said, putting a hand to his heart as Connor attempted to look sincere next to him.

Jayce rolled her eyes, "I'll mention to Petunia that you called me the bestest sister,"

Travis's eyes widened, "Wait, what-"

"Never mind, what did you want?" Jayce said, throwing off her own threat.

"Well, we wanted to see if you'd like to help us prank the Apollo cabin, but seeing how ungrateful you are-" Jayce cut him off.

"Really? I'm in." Jayce said, ignoring Connor's victorious smirk.

Travis beamed, "Great! Now, we just need to get our stuff," and the two brother marched ridiculously back to their cabin with Jayce following at a distance hoping nobody would see them. Jayce's eyes wandered to each cabin before settling her gaze on the clear and shiny window of the soon-to-be-pranked cabin nearby...

Aaron sat in bed resting his hands behind his head. His older siblings were all at the archery range helping the younger kids or shooting the targets right in the bulls-eye with ease. His younger siblings were at the lake probably chatting with the naiads or swimming. He kept his eyes closed as shadows moved passed the window his bed faced.

He could hear the constant hustle and bustle of the camp and couldn't help thinking about his old school where it was usually just as busy. He relaxed for the last few minutes before a sudden and repetitive tap tap tap echoed through the cabin.

Annoyed, he got up, opened the across from him window, and stuck his head out, "Who's making that-" SPLASH

Aaron blinked a few times in surprise before fully recognizing the fact that he was now dripping from his head to his neck with salt water. He could hear a few stifled giggles and pulled his head in just in time as a water balloon missed him and splashed down on the ground under. Grabbing a towel from his dresser, he rubbed his head off and cursed as water got in his eyes. Daringly, he stuck his head out of the window once more.

Looking up, he could see three very familiar looking children of Hermes sitting on the roof of his cabin.

"Thanks a lot!" he yelled at them. Heads snapping towards him, he saw them scramble up with their bucket of water balloons and disappeared over the peak of the roof to the back.

Cursing to himself, he got back into his cabin and grabbed his stuff to take a quick shower to get the salt water out of his hair. Running his hand through his hair, he realized they mixed glitter into the water when he noticed his hand glimmering. Rubbing his hair with his towel, he hoped to get enough out to keep people from calling him Edward.

Rushing to the bathroom and taking a quick shower, he couldn't help noticing and odd flashing light over the camp on his way...

Unknown to the rest, they all hit the bed at the same time. Luke praying his sister would leave him alone for a while. Laya praying her pillow wouldn't get smudged with makeup. Jayce praying Aaron wouldn't rat them out on the prank they pulled. Aaron praying he got all the glitter out of his hair.

Unknown to the rest, a pounding headache hit each of them. Luke covering his face with his cold pillow. Laya curling up in her bed. Jayce digging her head into the pillow. Aaron pressing his hands into his bed.

Unknown to them, a new prophecy was blooming...

So, chapter one is up. Do you like the way I formatted the story here with each of them connected? I hope it's okay. And would you look at that. I hit over 1,000 words without noticing. Whoo... Also, I'm not sure the rest of the story will end up having this connected format. It'll be different.