I'm SO SO SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO UPDATE! IT'S BEEN MONTHS! Ugh, I haven't had enough time to write! And I couldn't think of a thing to put for Chapter 14. I swear, I'll try to make it up to you guys. I got caught up with other stuff. I'm really, really, sorry. I love you guys. Oh yeah, and Alexis' mom is 32.

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Amelia POV

16 years ago…

I ran as fast as I could. They were right behind me. My legs were getting tired. I felt like I was going I was going to faint anytime soon. I was breathing hard. There was a hill that led down to the traffic. I stopped. I turned to look back at the group of large men that were chasing me. I closed my eyes, and allowed myself to roll down the hill, a few rocks scratched me, and I shut my eyes tightly, afraid that something in the ground my poke me there. My eyesight was very important to me. I finally got to the end of the hill, and got up quickly. I could see the mob running down, guns in their hands. I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired. I felt like I was going to drop dead, without them shooting me. That'd be nice. I heard a shot, and I braced myself to die.

Only, I didn't die.

I heard a few screams, and I came back to life. I saw a guy, he looked my age. He was wearing some kind of weird armor, something that I think I saw in a book.. I tried to keep my eyes open, but a few seconds later, they shut down.

Later…

I woke up in a really hot room. I sat up. My breath hitched. I felt a sharp pain in my back. My scars were cleaned and I had band-aids everywhere in my body. The 'bed' I was laying on was just wood with a cloth over it. It felt like 100 degrees in the room, and I needed water. The door opened and a girl walked in. She had blonde hair and her eyes were purple. She looked about 11.

"Hi," she said.

"Uhm, hi," I said, staring at her.

"Would you like some water?" she asked politely. I nodded slowly. She got out a cup from her pocket and wiped the brim with her shirt. She set it on my 'bed' and poured water. I grabbed the cup and drank.

"More," I breathed out. She smiled and poured more. I drank to my satisfaction. I sighed, and the girl smiled.

"You must be really thirsty," she pointed out.

"Well, it is really hot in here," I answer. She nodded.

"I'm Kryst," she held out her hand.

"Amelia." I took her hand and shook it. She smiled. We were quiet for a few minutes. She took the cup and put it back in her pocket.

"I have to get going. It was nice meeting you, Amelia." She walked out the door. I continue to lay down in my bed. The door opened again and I sat up. I expected Kryst, but instead a guy walked in. He had black hair and his eyes were purple like Kryst. He looked about my age. He crossed his arms.

"Who are you and what were you running from?" He asked, glaring daggers at me. Wow. What a nice guy. I crossed my arms.

"Why should I tell you?" I asked, glaring back at him. He looked taken aback for a moment, but then he went back to glaring. He grabbed me by the throat and started choking me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead by now. Well, I am almost dying. He pushed me back and I bumped my head on the wall. It hurt, and I was fighting back tears. Kryst ran into the room.

"Amelia! Are you okay?" She ran to me, but the boy grabbed her by the wrist.

"Kryst, not now. This girl could be a threat," He pointed to me. Kryst let go of his hand that grabbed her and she massaged her wrist.

"You don't even know her, Matthew! Besides, you were the one that brought her in here!" She yelled at him.

"I brought her here because I was ordered to!" He yelled back.

"Are you going to listen to them all the time?! When are you ever going to stop obeying them for once and do what you think is right?!"

"What they think is right is what I think is right. Now get out! I have to bring her to the principia for questioning. Don't even think of following us. You know what happens if you do." The guy, Matthew, warned Kryst. She ran out of the room, with such speed that it seemed like she disappeared. Matthew turned to me and tied my hands behind my back. He dragged me to out of the door. We passed a few buildings, and I was amazed by them. I wanted to be an architect, but my father told me to strive for something more. Well, what was more? An architect earned more than enough for two people. I frowned at the thought of how my dad wanted me to earn so much money. He "earns" much, but his job is clearly illegal.

My father is a drug dealer.

He was the one who sent those men after me. I don't know if he even remembers my birthday, or at least, my age. I snapped out of my thoughts when Matthew led me inside another building.

"Sit down," he ordered. I did as he told. He got a purple cloak and put it on in some way I couldn't figure out.

"Who are you and where are you from?" he asked harshly. "And I want straight answers."

I decided that it would be no use to resist, so I answered him. "My name is Amelia Cruz, and I'm from Los Angeles, California," I said.

Matthew narrowed his eyes at me. "How did you get all the way to San Francisco?" he asked suspiciously.

"My father brought me here to meet up with his companions," I answered obediently.

"Why did he meet his companions?"

"That's my father's business. Not yours or anyone else's."

"I order you to answer me."

"I say no. You don't own me."

"You sure are difficult."

"I've heard that from many people." Matthew chuckled. His expression seemed to soften. Just then, the doors flew open, and a girl wearing the same purple material as Matthew, ran in.

"Sorry I'm late!" She said.

"It's okay, Kathryn," Matthew said. The girl, Kathryn, smiled. She looked at me in surprise.

"Who's this? A new camper?" She said brightly. Matthew shrugged.

"It depends. She's been very…. Complicated," he said. Kathryn smiled. She sat on the chair across me.

"What's your name?"

"Amelia."

"Amelia…?"

"Amelia Cruz."

"Ahh, ok. Do you have any information you want to share?"

"Well, I'm not dangerous. Can someone tell me where I am and why?" Kathryn smiled. Matthew just stayed silent.

"You're in Camp Jupiter. A camp for people like you, like us," She said.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Does she know about my father?

"Kath, don't," Matthew said. Kathryn just smiled.

"We're demigods. And so are you."

And that's it! I really am sorry for not updating, I haven't had enough time to use my mom's laptop, where I keep all my documents and stuff… And it's faster than mine. My laptop is pretty slow. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I can't promise you guys that I'll be updating faster… *sigh* Never thought school would take up a lot of my time. And housework. So, yeah. I'm sorry for not updating. I don't plan on stopping this story. Thank you to all my readers! :*

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