Here's the next chapter. I'm just going to post the three original chapters quickly, so I can get to finishing this adopted fic.

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Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, and this chapter belongs to Caramelight.

Cabin Two

Silence.

A light drizzle of rain speckled the roof of Hera's cabin as the sun disappeared under the forest horizon. The birds were settling down in their nests and all seemed to be well.

"Come on! Hurry up!" a raspy voice whispered.

The door of the cabin creaked open.

"I'm beginning to have second thoughts."

"But dad will be so proud!"

"Fine. But let's hurry up before they notice we're missing." Two young Hermes campers carefully stepped inside of the cabin.

"Whoa. This place is epic."

"Uh huh. Just wait until you see it." Large shadows of the two figures were cast on the walls and their voices echoed in the empty cabin. The two pairs of feet slowed as they reached the massive statue.

"You didn't tell me it was going to be this big!" The boy shoved his partner into one of the walls and groaned.

"Well, I'm sorry. What did you expect?" his partner growled. "Some teeny weenie idol that would fit in your friggin' pocket? Sureeeeeee."

The boy glared and tried to push the statue but had no luck, his feet slipping out from under him. He collapsed on the ground, clutching his ankle.

"Crap!"

"Klutz."

"You try falling on the ground." And so the camper did, falling on the ground and jokingly clutching his ankle.

"Ouchhhhhh. Ahhhhhh it hurtttsssssss." He mocked, smirking.

"I meant falling unintentionally." he scoffed, kicking him with his hurt foot and wincing.

"SEE?! You are a klutz! Don't deny it!" his partner said between laughs.

"Well, maybe I like being a klutz!" he protested, desperately trying not to look hurt.

"Mmhm. 'Kay."

"I'm not kidding! I'm a klutz and I like being one!"

"I'd like to see you say that outside."

"Fine. I will."

"Sure."

"I WILL!"

The camper half ran-half hobbled outside, his foot dangling helplessly from his ankle.

"THAT MORON IS A KLUTZ AND HE KNOWS IT." The boy yelled, laughing.

It only took the camper inside the cabin a second to realize what had happened.

"YOU'RE GONNA BE SORRY!" he yelled, running out of the cabin and tackling the other boy.

It quickly turned into a fight, eyes bruised and half open. Grunts and groans came from the moving pile as punches and kicks were thrown.

Cabin One's door opened and in turn, the other doors opened as well. Campers crowded around the two, the feet of their pajamas muddy. It only took a minute for the camp to realize Cabin Two's door was open and the secret was out.

"Did you hear?!" whispers could be heard.

"What happened?"

"Cabin 11 tried to raid 2."

Laughs and giggles could be heard throughout the crowd and eventually a counselor tottered out of a cabin, still half asleep.

"Wha-?" his voice sleepy and confused. He shook his head a little and waded his way through the crowd.

"Coming through, coming through." He mumbled and came to the center of the crowd.

"Oh, Hermes, Hermes." He said, amusement in his voice. "You never fail to amaze me."

The counselor pulled the two apart, their faces bruised and sweaty.

"It was his fault!" they chorused, pointing at the other.

And that, my friends, is chapter 2.