Chandler and I divvied the crowd up; I took Adam and Evan while she took Alexander. I didn't really need healing because once Adam was healed, so was I. It was nice how that worked out; it saved a lot of time, not to mention energy.

Alexander's face showed boredom as Chandler healed him, her hands quietly dancing as she controlled the water. The water washed away the blood like it did for her, and transformed his cheek back to the way it was in only a matter of couple of minutes. The water then traveled to his neck, washing away the red mark the trident left. I saw Chandler bite her lip at that point of the healing process. I knew she felt really bad about it.

Adam sat cross-legged in front of me as he chatted with Evan while I healed him. Evan seemed happy, compared to when I first met him with that fierce seriousness drawn out on his face. I was sort of surprised, really. I blocked out their conversation, concentrating on my hand as it hovered over Adam's arms, healing the battle scratches. I immediately smiled once they disappeared; I loved the fact that my healing power was working again.

Once I was done healing both of his arms, Adam went to hug me but stopped when he saw that Evan was watching. He blushed a bit and incoherently mumbled something like, "I'll go help Chandler now," but I didn't hear it so well. Evan scooted in front of me in the sand, making his khaki shorts even sandier.

"All right, heal me up, baby!" I smirked and rolled my eyes, putting my hand a couple of inches away from his cheek. The light started to glow.

"I can see why Adam likes you," I said, my eyes on his cut. "You have a great sense of humor." He smiled, making me furrow my eyebrows from his sudden movement.

"Thanks." He replied, nodding.

"And I can see why Adam likes you," He looked at me, smiling at my red cheeks. My eyes flickered down, my hand falling from his cheek because it was already healed.

"He does not." I muttered, crossing my arms. "He tells me about girls that he finds pretty and beautiful all of the time." I tapped my chin in thought. "In fact, I think I might even have a list somewhere in my room." Evan's eyes slid over to Adam and he was talking with Alexander. Chandler was busily putting her trident buckle back on her belt. I guess Poseidon had returned that back to her at sometime.

"Eh, the other girls don't matter, Althy." His eyes found mine again. "I can totally see it." I pursed my lips.

"I don't see anything." Evan's eyebrows rose.

"But you care for him, right?"

"Of course I do, he's my best friend." I looked at Adam quickly. Evan nodded and I sighed.

"So, who's your parent?" Evan played with some sand while he responded.

"I don't know who my dad is, but my mom and I, we live in Massachusetts." I nodded and watched him.

"What does she do for a living?"

"She's a tour guide at a museum near our house; she talks about the industrial age and the machines and stuff." He tried to shrug nonchalantly but his face had lit up. "It's pretty neat." I nodded, smiling.

"That's great, Evan."

"I mean, our whole dinner conversation could be about how the machines were made and how they worked!" He sighed, his shoulders falling. "Just thinking about it makes me miss my mom a whole lot." I bit my lip.

"Did Helios steal you too?" I asked and he nodded.

"I'm afraid so. He wanted me to build his 'army' weapons and stuff. And it's not like I'm not good at that, I think he had high expectations of me." I tilted my head.

"How so?"

"He expected me to use them too, you see. That bow I attempted to use was very well built and all, but my hands aren't meant to use them, only create them." I nodded.

"Right, who's your father again?" Evan shook his head.

"I've never met him. But my mom told me I have his knack of building things real good." I bobbed my head slowly, finally seeing that his hands were big and dotted with calluses and scratches. I was deciding on whether or not to call Chandler over. I did anyway.

"Chandler!" Her head snapped towards me from Adam's and she jogged over.

"What's up?"

"We need to decide on Evan's parent."

"Male or female?" She questioned Evan.

"Male."

"Hobbies?"

"He has the power to build things real good." She nodded and I knew she already had the answer.

"Your father is Hephaestus." Evan's eyebrows shot up.

"Really? The blacksmith guy?" Chandler smiled at him and nodded.

"Yep," She said.

"That's so cool!" He exclaimed. Adam walked over to me, Alexander too and he whispered something into my ear to make my eyes go wide: what happened to his dad's corvette?