(A/N If you look then you'd know that this story is Adventure/Tragedy. MWAHAHAHA.)

Chapter 3: Horror Stories

There was someone standing over me.

"Ari," Nico's voice said. "It's just me."

I sat up and looked around. It was nighttime.

"Nico," I said. "What's going on?"

"We have to go," Nico said. "Now. No time to explain."

I grabbed my still packed bag.

"Let's go," I said.

Nico grabbed my shoulder and we shadow-traveled away.

We appeared in New Rome. It was a few hours earlier here and the sun was just setting.

People were milling around like usual.

"What's wrong?" I asked Nico.

He didn't respond, but we walked to the principia.

I knew as soon as we walked in, what was wrong.

Dakota stood by Frank's desk pacing back and forth.

"Where's Frank?" I asked.

"That's the problem," Nico said. "We don't know."

"If any of the legionnaires find out he's missing, then we'll be in so much trouble," Dakota said. "What are we going to do?"

"Calm down, Dakota," I said and fished something out of my back pack.

I handed Dakota the Kool-Aid flask and he drank it.

"Thanks," Dakota said. "What do we do?"

"We search Camp Jupiter first," I said trying to stay calm. "Nico goes and checks the city, Dakota, you can search all the training areas, and I'll check his house."

Dakota and Nico nodded.

"Go!" I yelled.

We all ran out of the principia. I ran toward the praetor's house.

The door was locked.

"Great," I muttered.

I looked up. The second story window was open.

It was stupid, but I started climbing up the outside of the building. I got all the way to the window and fell into the house. There was blood on the floor.

I searched the room, which was a bedroom, but there was nothing abnormal except the blood.

I ran from room to room with no luck. I checked the last room on the second floor and lying on the ground was a piece of paper.

I ran over and picked it up. It read:

-Ari

Somehow, I just know that you will be the one to read this. You must promise to do a few things for me. Tell Hazel to burn the firewood, she will know what I'm talking about. Tell her that I'm so, so sorry. The remaining of the seven must work together. If they lose hope then all is lost. The seven are my family, make sure they remember that. Please remember that they are also your family. Hazel will need your guidance. Percy will lose hope, make sure he stays strong. Annabeth and Piper will need help, but will pretend to be fine. Leo won't even know for days, I'm sure, but tell him to let out his anger. Jason needs to come home. Make sure Nico knows that he isn't alone. That Hazel isn't the only one who cares. None of this makes sense to you yet, I'm sure, but it all will in time. I want to thank you a million times over for giving me hope, Ariadne. Good luck, Ari. You are a hero and don't you forget it.

-Frank

The page had a splatter of blood at the bottom.

No, no, no, no this couldn't be happening. This couldn't be what I thought. I sat there in stunned silence for a second before rushing down the stairs.

I ran through room after room looking for another clue. Something to figure out what had happened to Frank. Where was he?

I ran into the entry hall, where I had first seen the picture of the seven. On the floor, with a gladius through his chest and covered in blood was Frank.

"Frank," I said kneeling beside him. "FRANK!"

"Ari," He said. "Promise me."

"I won't have to," I said. "I'll… I'll go get a medic or something."

"Promise me, Ariadne!" Frank yelled.

"I promise," I said. "Please don't die."

"It's okay, Ari," Frank said.

"No, it's not. It isn't okay," I said.

"Maybe you just need to find the rainbows in it." Frank said.

"Don't die," I said. "Hazel needs you. This camp needs you. I need you, Frank."

"I'll get to see my mom, again," Frank said. "Tell Hazel how sorry I am. Tell everyone. Don't be too hard on yourself, Ari."

"Frank!" I yelled.

He spoke no more.

I sat on his floor and cried.

I heard a banging on the door.

"Ari," Dakota's voice said. "Ari!"

I got up and opened the door. Dakota saw the tears in my eyes before he saw Frank.

"Oh, no," Dakota said. "No, no, no."

I sobbed again.

Dakota reached to grab my hand, but I pulled away.

"Two praetors, dead at my feet," I said.

"Ari," Dakota said. "It isn't your fault."

"You wouldn't say that if you knew who I was, Dakota," I said with menace in my voice. "If you knew what I've done."

"Ari…"

"Here," I said, thrusting the note at Dakota. "He left this."

Dakota sniffled as he read the letter.

"I give up, Dakota." I said. "Too many people have died because of me."

(A/N I'm not crying. I'm cutting onions. Yes I know that I wrote this, but I love Frank. Review.)