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DISCLAIMER: I only own Brandon And Asha in this chapter...and the monsters...made them up...

He was grinning like an idiot as he walked out of the Shooting range.

"So what's made the idiot grin?" I asked pushing myself up from where I had been leaning on a wall. He looked at me his grin faltering for one moment then getting bigger.

"I was claimed." He said. His voice was still in the last stages of breaking, like a week and he'd be done. His blonde hair glowing slightly in the sun.

"By who? The god of flirts?" I laughed around walking ahead of him. For some reason I felt that the more I looked at him, the less he looked like a kid and the more he looked like...well like a guy...like a TEENAGE guy...

"Apollo. God of the Sun, Medicine and the Hunt." He said proudly. I glanced back, he wasn't grinning as wide and he looked as though he went from a 15 year old to an 18 year old. His tawny eyes, which had been wider with amusement of a new place, had become slightly more critical...he looked at everything with precision... everything was a target. He even held himself more on guard.

"Well, bean sprout. You have a lot to learn about Camp Half-Blood. Not all is fun and games." I looked away before he could turn his eyes to look at me. He made me nervous. As I walked away he started singing. Not like any singing I've heard before, even from the Apollo cabin. He sang a Billy Joel song. Piano Man. He sang it perfectly, every note on pitch and in key, and even added his own notes that made the song sound so much better.

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in. There's an old man, sittin' next to me. Makin' love to his Tonic and Gin. He says 'Son can you play me a memory. I'm not really sure how it goes, but its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete. When I wore a younger man's clothes.' Oh la da da la didada la la, di da da dum." He would have kept singing, if not for the crowed that had gathered.

"Bean sprout. Know when to sing and when not to." I instructed. I said that, but I felt like I had just heard an Angel sing or...a Siren. It brought me back to when I lived with my mom. She raised me on Billy Joel. But I wasn't about to tell Brandon that. Or the fact that he sang it better then Billy Joel himself...My heart thumped when I thought of Brandon's name. I felt butterflies, and needed to get away...or tell him to get away.

"Don't you have to grab a spot in your cabin?" I said snidely, regretting my tone not long after saying that sentence.

"Huh? Oh...yeah." He looked at his vans and shrugged. I looked away and rubbed my arm. I'm not the type to apologize too often, or at all. I sighed and walked away.

"WAIT!" He cried grabbing my wrist. I jerked my hand away almost automatically. I, again, regretted it.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He asked. I looked at him. That was the conclusion he had come to. He thought I hated him?

"I..." I started but he looked away.

"I get it. I'll stop pestering you." He let go of my wrist and walked away.

"Oh Styx..." I cursed. I picked up a rock and threw it as hard as I could at a tree. Making a nymph very unhappy. I apologized, feeling bad enough, and walked into the forest. Not only was this forest monster infested, but full of twists and turns that could get even Annabeth lost...it's happened. I walked on not thinking about where I was going or even bothering to use my dagger to mark trees to get back, I just walked. Finding a nice clearing in the middle, I sat down on a rock and just thought. I made mistakes that I had never made before.

"What the hell is it with the Bean Sprout that makes me nervous?" I cried aloud. I shut my eyes and put my head in my hands. I felt like shit. He probably hates me now too. I thought. Opening my eyes, I noticed a shadow looming over me. I pulled my dagger out and prepared to fight. I realized that what was in behind me was also in front of me...and on both my left and my right side...I cursed and launched myself at the one in front of me. It was an awkward combination of a dog and bird, while the others were similar in the combination, they had different features. I slashed the first one and noticed that they had surrounded me in the clearing. I walked right into a trap.

"Styx..." i said panting after killing the fifth monster.

"Brandon..." I muttered almost silently, a plea for help. I heard rustling and I thought it was another monster, but I wasn't going to take my eyes off of my fight to check. I heard a thud behind me and as I turned around, I saw a flash of something cloth, before I took a blow to the head and passed out.

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