Authors Note: I did them in the same order as last time so anyone who was confused about who was who , here you are I put the names in, please review. :)

Obviously I don't own HoO or PJO... I wish I did though

The light pooling through the cracked stone that she likes to think of as her window was not enough I see just enough to agitate her eyes and goad her into peering and squinting at anything that made a sound. She could see the outline of her hands just barely. And with the help of a probing finger could give a medical. Cracked ribs, broken ankle healing crooked, fractured fibula... Nothing irreparable , she hoped the other weren't in worse condition. She couldn't think that they were hurt ... Annabeth started to plan.

He's still hanging . Up too high , the wind howls down through the tower sometimes agitating his chains. It makes him swing. He thinks he's going to fall but doesn't, he can't think if falling would be a tragedy or a blessing. Ending it all. He can't think. Nico. Annabeth. Rachel. Grocer. Are they alive. Are they hurt. Percy feels like a failure.

Her hair and started to grow back. A thin lair of fuzzy spikes that tickle when she brushed her fingers over them, not particularly long but she wasn't girly enough to care ... Not really. She was going to brain the bloody Titan who had shaved it all off, taking her braid as a trophy. It was strange but with her hair came her strength. The feeling that time was turning brought her out of her shell. Made her mad. Her body was healing slowly . And Reyna would be strong... For Rome.

His throat is raw and hurt. He keeps laughing. His hair dirty but the blood had long since dried and fallen off in lairs of dust. The cuts and bruises healing. He missed Percy. Piper. Nico. Leo. He was laughing silently. He knew he should stop. But he had broken something when he was captured . Jason needed to be fixed.

Her breath was coming back to her. She didn't knew how long she'd been down here, but her arms had healed at a weird angle and hurt to move, but her ribs didn't hurt when she rolled over and her breathing was easier. Her voice was coming back. Piper would be ready to charm the hell out of the next idiot to walk in here

His burns have faded. That's the only way he would now time had past. He is alone deep underground. He must be underground it's that dark. Even the biggest flame he can summon doesn't light the whole room. Which is tiny his body lying down by his body sitting . It's suffocating. Tiny. Good thing Leo wasn't claustrophobic.

Her mind is coming back. The feeling of safety from being inderground. The whip marks on her skin have healed and the raw flesh now covered over. She can move easier. But it burns to brush against anything. Even her own clothes. Hazel wears the tattered camp jump inter shirt as a reminder . Strength of body, strength of mind. She giggled.

They no longer come for him. It's upsetting really. To be forgotten. Although he doesn't have to deal with the pain. It feels like they're underestimating him. Jason and Percy are probably tortured daily. As for annabeth and Reyna. They probably had a special room. Lucky special popular heroes. We'll not lucky... But still. He wasn't dead . He was alone with his thought growing bitter and twisted. No. Frank Zhang was a praetor he was a hero he was a leader. He wasn't going to be tricked by down witch earth goddess.

She is dragged out chained prettily painted face and sparkling dress to spurt prophecies and to smile and nod and be a pretty little trophy wife. She missed Camp. Apollo. . Rachel is waiting though, she can feel it in her bones or at least the oracles spirit can, something big is coming.

His tears have long since dried. Pitiful and sad . He sat up. Dusted himself off and sighed. His body was healthy. Well underfed and sickly pale but not broken, his mind was in wrecks but not crooked. He was done moping around. Nick was getting out if here, it was his turn to save the world.

They had left her circlet tilted on her spiked hair , that had reached the bottom of her shoulders now and curled loosely and easily . She hated it. The hair and the circlet. She was used to the height. She only worried when the wind blew to hard and her prison moved but they had wronged her, thought they could get the better of her. But they had made her stronger . Because now... Thalia wasn't scared.