It was dark with curfew fast approaching and still one had seen either Meara or Nico. Percy was still pacing at the edge of the forest. He was worried. It's not that he didn't think that Nico couldn't watch over Meara; Percy just thought that he himself could do a better job. He'd always watch over those he cared for rather than leave it to others.

"I'm tired of waiting," he said impatiently. "I'm going to look for them."

He was about to dive into the forest when two figures materialized from a shadow in front of him.

He watched as Meara stumbled away from the shadows, looking as if she was about to vomit. "Never again," she muttered under her breath. "I'd rather fly than do that again, and I hate flying."

Nico grinned. "You get use to it after a while."

"There won't be a while;" she replied glaring at him with those mismatched eyes. "I'm never doin it again." Nick cackled.

Percy looked from him to Meara and back again. It seemed that the two had become friends during their time in the forest.

Meara let a smile creep onto her lips. "Laugh all you like, I'm still not ever doing that again."

Percy stared opened mouth. Turning to Annabeth, he saw that she was smiling.

"Hey," he shouted. Meara and Nico looked around, realizing for the first time that he and Annabeth were there. "Where have you two been?"

Meara looked at him before saying in a deadpan voice, "In the forest."

Percy could feel his temper start to simmer. "What were you doing in the woods?"

Meara looked at Nico before shrugging. "Fighting a chimera."

Percy's jaw dropped. Turning he saw the same expression on Annabeth's face. "Meara, the camp doesn't keep chimeras in the woods. They're too dangerous."

"It was a chimera, Annabeth," Nico told her somberly. Then his face lit up. "But you should have seen Meara. Once she gets a proper blade, she could be deadly."

Meara waved him off. "I'm just lucky that one of the professors decided to bring back a class to teach sword play."

Annabeth looked puzzled. "You mean fencing?"

"What?" Meara looked a little indignant. "No. I mean if I was plopped back into 17th centuryl England, I would be able to defend myself against most adversities."

"So, it's more Pirates of the Caribbean than the people with the face masks," Percy said.

Meara looked at him with a blank face. Percy went on. "What about Lord of the Rings? The Princess Bride? Star Wars?" With the name of each movie Meara only shook her head, except the last one.

"What's a Star war? I didn't think we had space travel capability," she said with confusion.

Everyone looked at her in shock. "Meara,"Nico said slowly. "Those are movies."

Meara blinked. "Oh," she said, then shrugged. "We didn't watch a lot of movies."

Percy gaped. He couldn't believe it, his own sister had never seen Star Wars. Nico had apparently, most likely at the Lotus Hotel and Casino. He grabbed her hand and started to drag her up to the Big House.

"Where are we goin'?" She asked, digging in her heels; which didn't do much good without shoes.

"To talk to Chiron," Percy said, a determined tone to her voice. "We are having a movie marathon."

Meara was opening her mouth to protest, but then she caught Nico's eye.

He shook his head. "Just go with it. I don't think Poseidon wants to break up another fight between the two of you."

Rolling her eyes, Meara let herself be dragged up to the big house. It was going to be a long night.

Someone was trying to shake Meara awake. She pushed the person off and rolled over to fall back to sleep. The offending hand returned to shake her a little harder.

"Go away, Victoire," she muttered into her pillow. "I'm not getting up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday to go down to the pitch to be your target."

The hand retreated, letting Meara snuggle back into her covers. As she did a voice asked, "Why does she think I'm someone named Victoire?"

"Well, you did insist she watch the first three Pirates of the Caribbean movies, Percy. We didn't get to bed until two a.m.". Another voice said. l

He hand returned to shake her harder. "Meara come on. We're going to miss break- ahah." Meara shot a fist out from the blankets to connect with someone's nose. She felt the bone give as she bolted upright. She looked around, disoriented. She saw Annabeth doubled over with laughter and Percy holding his nose, blood trickling between his fingers. Then she remembered the day before. Meara groaned and flopped back onto her pillows. She stared at the ceiling of the cabin that resembled a sea cave.

As Meara stared morosely at the ceiling, listening to the splash of a sea water fountain, Percy groaned in agony. "I think you broke my nose."

Annabeth howled with laughter while Meara scowled. "I thought you were someone else,' she said in a deadpan voice.

"Who is Victoire?" Annabeth asked, laughter still in her voice.

"A friend from school," was the half reply, half sigh.

"You're friend comes to your house at the crack of dawn?" Annabeth asked, her face scrunched in confusion.

Mear let out a long suffering sigh. "I go to a boarding school. Victoire and I share a dormitory," she said.

Percy groaned,drawing the girls attention back to him. "What about my nose?" He asked. "It hurts."

Annabeth looked at him in confusion. "I thought that the Curse of Achilles would keep you safe from injury."

"Well, apparently that does not include blows from ones sibling," Percy said in frustration.

Annabeth only rolled her eyes. Meara sat up,her temper flaring. "There must be something you can do besides stand here and moan about it," she said her scottish accent clipped.

Percy straightened to glare at her, but Annabeth spoke before he could say anything. Meara, why don't you get dressed while I take Percy to the Apollo cabin to get his nose fixed? When we're all done we can meet at the dining pavilion." Without waiting for Meara to answer, she dragged Percy from the cabin to the infirmary.

Meara sighed as she climbed out of bed and started to look for something to wear. She noticed an orange t-shirt hanging on her bed post and wrinkled her nose at it. Bright orange had always washed out her complexion and she detested t-shirts. She always felt they were trying to strangle her.

Tossing the scorned article of clothing aside, Meara opened her trunk to look for something to wear. She ignored her trousers, most of them were rather tight and weren't to good for free movement. The long or close fitting skirts were also pushed aside. From the way everyone spoke last night, Meara figured that the camp focused mostly on physical training.

Then Meara smiled when she found a top with a matching skirt. Finding a pair of soft suede boots to go with the outfit, she moved toward the bathroom to change.