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Percy

The Neptune cavern was barren. There was a small row of bunk beds and about three mirrors, all in neat rows. He hated the place instantly. There was no way he had ever lived in a place this clean.

Ever.

He sighed, sitting down on the closest bed, rolling over the day's events in his mind.

He probably wouldn't have to face Stheno and Euryale for a while, which was good, because they had gotten annoying. He would never have to worry about Crispy Cheese'n'weiners again. Then there was Gwen. She seemed to have opened up to him, but he wasn't fooled. She definitely wanted to kill him, very painfully and slowly. And probably with a spoon.

She might be a problem.

But Lupa seemed to trust her, and he trusted Lupa.

Mostly.

The way she had misled him was really depressing. And then to give him some horrible advice about listening to his instincts? Hurtful!

This is all too complicated. He thought. Maybe a good night's sleep will help. But he wouldn't get that. After all, he was a demigod, and all dreams are annoyingly important.

How did I know that?

But he was already drifting asleep.

Percy's dream made no sense to him, whatsoever. It was just a series of names and faces, all shown in what he presumed to be out of order. There was Santa's sleigh, and a weird bull guy in a diaper, followed by a Pale boy with black eyes, and a man in a wheelchair. There was a giant lion, and a laptop, and a goat in a wedding dress (no joke). A sopping bathroom and a black horse, quickly being chased by what sounded like, "eat my pants!". But the only one that truly scared him was a photo of a boy with blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, which then morphed into the same boy with a scar, golden eyes, and a knife in his armpit.

Percy gasped and sat upright, only to hit his head on the bunk above him, and pass out cold again.

Gwen

Gwen swept away to the Apollo cavern to see Dakota.

Dakota was a boy of nearly twelve with hair that color that was either brown or black. He was at least five foot seven, and had muscular arms and legs. His eyes were pure gold, but like everyone else's, sad. He was just as upset about Jason's vanishing act as everyone else.

"Hey Dakota, can I talk to you for a sec?" Gwen asked, sweetly. "And bring your bow, please."

She walked away swiftly, while Dakota jumped to his feet and raced after her. They walked to the Mercury cabin, where they met Hazel, a sixteen year old with blonde hair and hazel eyes. Despite her age, she wasn't even five feet tall, and could fit in the smallest of places. She was really thin, but don't let that fool you. The girl had muscles of steel.

"Hazel," Gwen called, "We need you for a minute."

Quicker than should have been possible, Hazel was at their side, knife in hand.

They gathered Bobby, an eighteen year old son of Minerva with fiery hair and steely eyes, Frank, a son of Ceres with brown hair and meadow green eyes, and Reyna, a daughter of Mars with chestnut hair and chocolate eyes.

They waited outside the Neptune cavern, while Gwen explained that Percy was a new camper, and a Greek no less, who had gotten in without any fight whatsoever.

"Now," she said, "it's time to attack him, without any warning, and without any help. We'll see how good this Twig is in combat."

They crept into the cavern, surrounded Percy's bed, and lunged.

And Percy exhaled.