The teenager made a tree house while he was settling in the forest, he had been left in. Birds were chirping and screeching at their loudest. The boy had no weapons, but his own powers, which were draining him much quicker than normal. He climbed up higher on the tree breaking a few branches on the way up. When he was at the peak he saw there was forest spreading out for miles in every direction.

Out of nowhere, a hundred birds flooded out of the trees like they were running away from something. The birds knocked the boy of the tree and he landed hard on his head. He was still conscious; It was amazing he still didn't have a concussion. The girl appeared on the branch he had just fallen off of.

The girl looked completely different. Her hair was in a perfectly messy braid, with a white gown on top and a shaded color from white-to-black that reached the bottom of her gown. Her nails had been painted blue.

"I see you've made a house." She said, her voice double sided, a dark gravel sounding one and her normal one. She tapped a wall and it became lopsided. She looked at it, as if examining how to destroy it. "How does it feel to be abandoned, left alone. Not knowing what you did to deserve this-"

"I have an idea of what I did-"

"HUSH. I am in the middle of an explanation, and it will end quicker if you don't speak." She said with her normal voice gone. "The only thing that you and I will have different is that you will have no hope. You will have nothing to look up to. There will be nothing to rob you of your hope, since you won't have it."

"But you're immor-"

"YOU CANNOT DIE HERE. Only suffer." She said coldly, her figure dispersed. He could almost here he whisper in a fragile voice, "This game can be won."

Annabeth snatched the note; it was blank. No writing, no sunken down part where writing should be. No unreadable cursive.

"There's nothing on here," Annabeth said, looking the paper from all angles and squinting. The Stolls were looking behind her, Travis jumped back slightly, they had half terrified half hateful looks.

"What do you mean?" Conner said quickly and grabbed the paper, then showed her where it was, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"What are you guys staring at?" Annabeth asked then looked behind her. For a split second she saw a cloaked figure with only its mouth visible. She felt the wind slap her. "What- What just happened." She slowly turned her head and it happened again.

The two boys saw the figure put its finger up to its mouth, signalling it was telling them to keep quiet.

"The- the note says don't look behind you..." Conner finally said, heart skipping beats. Annabeth instinctively looks behind her and this time instead of feeling like she had been slapped by the wind it was like she was hit by a fireball.

Annabeth yelped again. She dared not look back again. "I don't know what just happened, but I'd rather not be outside while discussing this. Big House." She started walking backwards slowly toward the house, the figure had perished, but they weren't going to take any chances on being stabbed so they guided Annabeth to the Big House.

Percy was waiting relieved to see Annabeth had come back alive. Although she was staring wide-eyed and open mouthed when they gotten to the porch.

Percy practically wheezing said "YOU TWO- DEAD- WHAT-" He pulled himself together and finished her sentence. "DID YOU TWO PRANK US BECAUSE THAT PRANK WON'T BE SO FAKE WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU."

The two hid behind Annabeth, "We don't know what you are talking about! WE SWEAR!" Annabeth gave them a cold stare. She walked into the big house, tugging the brothers by their ears.

Chiron in his wheelchair stood (er sat) with an arched eyebrow. "Why are you hauling ghosts."

"Ghosts?!" Percy, Annabeth, and the Stolls exclaimed in unison.

After much explaining and a few slap threats (and some actual slaps), the Stoll remembered exactly what had happened. (But that's a story for another chapter.)

"Well. I see we have a lot more to talk about. We will need border guards, but since we are down on demi-gods we will need reinforcements. Percy. Annabeth. Got to your cabins, we will talk more tomorrow." Chiron said.

"But-" Percy protested, then thought better of it.

In the morning Annabeth raced to Percy's cabin and banged on the door repeatedly until he opened it. "Yes?" Percy asked, slightly annoyed.

"Annabeth signed in relief, "Oh good, you're still alive. Come on, I've got a few theories to discuss."

Percy complained, then was reminded that the fate of the camp depended on investigating and stopping the killer before striking again. They went to eat breakfast, everything was normal. Naturally something horrible would happen when everything was "normal." But not this time.

Percy and Annabeth communicated via eye contact. Percy had gotten a few things out of the conversation: They needed to start looking for clues in the forest, question campers (of course they didn't know why they hadn't started that already,) and figure out who sent/who exactly was the killer. Percy heard everyone gasp, breaking his concentration. The Stolls were messing with the campers who didn't know they were alive- free ghosts. It was hilarious watching them struggle to pick a fork. Chiron tried to calm everyone down and explained. Katie started crying all over again, then Travis went to comfort her.

After breakfast and a lot campers staring, Annabeth and Percy got the brothers out of the pavilion and got them in the forest.

"You two can't just waltz-" Annabeth started to say.

"Float." Percy corrected.

"-into crowded place like that! You made poor Katie cry."

"But its boring being dead!" Conner whined.

"Would you rather be in the Fields of Punishment? Because that can be arranged." Annabeth said threateningly.

"I think Clarisse's attitude is rubbing off on you." Percy said changing the topic for a second but not making anything better.

Annabeth facepalmed, "Ugh, shut up Seaweed Brain. You guys, do you remember what killed you clearly? You said it was human, but what else do you remember?"

"Well I'm not exactly sure, but her hair was chocolate-brown-" Travis started.

"It was in a ponytail." Conner said.

"I couldn't really see her face but, she was wearing a blood red dress that was yellow on top and was wearing gloves like she had to kill us then had to rush to a ball."

"And she gave orders to thin air!"

Percy had no idea what that meant, they paused thinking what else they could remember. "That's it? All I can think of is- no...not her. You obviously heard her voice, what about her skin color?"

"Her voice was human, and her skin was seriously pale, but not ghost pale." After Travis finished saying that Annabeth remember the hooded figure that smacked her. She wasn't transparent, but her skin color made it look that way.

"We should look for clues now that we have an idea of what she looks like." Annabeth said. A piece of paper again flew into Travis's face.

"AGAIN?! Seriously?" Travis said. "I can't pick up a fork, but the GODS FORBID a piece of freaking paper flew through me."

Annabeth quickly took the note. "My face requests a thanks." Travis said with folded arms but Annabeth ignored. She read the note aloud:

"Until their surrenders there will be no menders, next goes all defenders." ~ Impossible Inmates

"And what better way to end that riddle than a 'that's how I roll.'" Percy said.

"We should tell everyone about this. I have a feeling she doesn't just mean our camp." Annabeth said sounding pretty worried.

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(Finally I'm going to get Jason and the others to join our little game)