Chapter five:

Annabeth's POV

I watched as Lou Ellen and Sienna retreated into the distance.

"What now?" Percy asked me.

"We are going to go give Connor and Travis a little visit." I wanted to have a witness with me.

We found them trying to break into the Camp store. "Hey, guys." I said, leaning against the wall trying to look casual.

"What do you want?" Travis asked me.

"Why, what makes you think I want something? Can't I just catch up with my two friends that I haven't seen all Summer?" I feigned inocennce.

"That evil gleam in you're eye is a dead give away, just so you know." He smirked.

I sighed, something that I seemd to be doing a lot recently. "Okay, okay, It's Sienna. The whole Hermes cabin seemed to recognize her. Who is she?"

Now who's eye was gleaming? "I forget. Maybe If you greased my palm a little to jog my memory?" At first I thought he meant it litearlly, then It dawned on me.

"Drop it Travis, I'm not paying you."

He seemed dissapointed but didn't press the matter. "Have you ever heard of a Phantom or a ghost?"

"Of course I have! Not that I believe in them or anything." I said, annoyed.

He rolled his eyes. "Not like that. Allow me to explain. If you do something illegal, It gets put on your criminal record. Almost everybody has one. However, a phantom is basically just that, a phantom." He was losing me. "There is no physical proof that they actually exist. More of a legend then a living person."

"So?" I asked him.

"Let's put It like this. A crime is commited. Nobody knows how or much less who commited it. Sure, there are witnesses but their stories all vary from person to person, But there's only a single thing they can agree on. Fleeing the scene was a man about Six 'two with brown hair and a red jacket. Over the course of time a series of other crimes are commited and fleeing from all of the scenes is-"

"The man with the brown hair and red jacket." I finished for him.

"Very good. Phantoms are never seen unless they want to be seen. They are the best of the best."

"But what does this have to do with Sienna?" Percy asked. I had almost forgotten he was there.

"The Bishop's are America's most well known con family. Rumor is, their related somehow to Al Capone. Rumor is, There actually is a Bishop family." I gave him a confused look. "The Bishops aren't supposed to exist. Every single one of them is a natrual born con artist. They get sent to out of the country at an early age, typically to Russia, to train."

I remmebered what she had said to me, "I studied abroad In Russia."

"So the Bishops are a bunch of phantoms?" I asked him.

"Yes. Sienna's dad, Bobby Bishop, Is notorius for the length of his rap sheet. Problem is, theres no proof that he's done anything wrong. Even if they did have something to go by, well, He isn't exactly someone you can just look up in the phone book, If you know what I mean."

I nodded.

"The point is, Sienna isn't someone you want to mess with. I'm suprised she didn't kill Clarisse, Isn't that right Connor?"

"Definitely." Said Connor. "I heard that she can beat up three grown men blindfolded."

Travis noddded his agreement.

"But why would the men be blindfolded?" I asked him, pretty confused.

"She would be blindfolded, not the men!"

"Oh"

"So the point is," Travis said "You now have one of the most wanted faces in the country."

Sienna's POV

I followed Lou Ellen to cabin twenty, The Hecate cabin.

The building it's self was pretty awsome. It was constructed from gray slabs of rock with Greek inscriptions engraved on them, they had an unnatural silver glow. The weird thing was that the rocks seemed to keep rearranging themselves.

"How do they do that?" I asked Lou Ellen.

She smiled "Magic."

Oh yeah, my mom was the Greek Goddess of magic.

The inside was even weirder, It was just like a chemists shop. There was a metal table running along one wall covered in different sized glass bottles. They each contained a glowing liquid in an array of colors. Different herbs like basil and thyme hung from the ceiling rafters. Nestled on the windowsill was a venus fly trap, except it had a single green eye above its mouth.

"Wow."

She laughed "Yeah, that about sums it up." She pointed to a bunk in the corner of the room "You'll be sleeping here."

She walked over to a cold stone chest with a pair of torches embezzled on the front. "Hmm... Let's see..." she mumbled.

She pulled out a necklace with an emblem on the front. I recognizied it as Hecate's wheel.

"Uh, Doesn't that symbolize, well, you know... witchcraft?" I asked her when she handed it to me.

"Sure does. After all, she is the Goddess of dark magic." I was still reluctant to put it on. "Oh, come on. I was like that too you know. But she's also the Goddess of white magic. The good stuff. Think of it like you're lucky pair of socks that you wear when you take a big test, or that special locket that you're boy friend gave you for your birthday that you always wear. It's just a gift from mom. It helps to channel our magic."

"Wait, will I be learning magic?"

"Of course! You're one on one lessons with me start tomorrow."

Suddenly, the door swung open and a group of kids came in, they each shared my sparkling blue eyes, But that was where the similarites stopped. The youngest was about eleven and the oldest was about my age.

Lou Ellen turned to them "Hey guys. Meet your new sister, Sienna Bishop."

They went around and said their names. Too many for me to remmember.

"So, like what happened with you and Annabeth? Did you really switch bodys with her?"

"Come on campers! Lets head to the campfire." Lou Ellen said, saving me.

I followed them grudgingly.