Hello my faithful readers! Here's a new chappie; sorry about the previous cliffhanger!

Cold.

That's all I feel.

Cold.

All around me is white. So white it's driving me crazy. It's like being blind in the sun. You know if you see it you'll turn blind, but there's this longing to see the bright fiery ball of gas in the air. I turn back to the only thing I could feel now. Cold. Was this death? I shouldn't be able to feel anything then.

Cold. Help me…

I sat up with a start. My head felt like it was on fire. Well, it nearly was. I gently touched the back of my head. I felt a warm sticky substance running down my hand; blood. I felt woozy and lay down again. I looked around. I had landed in a tropical jungle, with colorful birds chirping around me. Usually I liked this type of environment, but every sound was like a dagger in the head. And that hurt a lot. I saw a rock beneath me. I must have hit my head on that. Damn, that rock was strong! I looked down at my body. Not too badly injured, at least. But my head was the most fragile part of my body. My vision started to blur as I heard a snap of twigs. I heard someone asking me something before I blacked out.

"Are you okay?"

A voice. A girl's voice. I tried to sit up but was pushed down again. I looked up and saw a girl, maybe 11, looking at me. She looked similar to Percy, except, of course, she was female. Her eyes were a sea-green, with flecks of turquoise and pink, making it look like a calm ocean. Her caramel hair was in tight bouncy curls. She wore denim shorts, a green blouse, black converses, and a jean jacket with the sleeves cut off. She also wore a strange shark-tooth necklace around her neck.

"My name's Clara. Clara Gray." She introduced herself.

"I-I'm Halley Johnson." I stuttered.

She smiled. She looks so much like Percy, I thought, she might be his sister.

"How did you get here?" I asked her.

"I have a teleportation ring. How did you get here?"

"I-I um…" How do I say I made an exploding flash of light in my burning cabin that launched me all the way here?

"I ran…?" Oh. Great answer, Halley. You ran like 100 miles into a tropical jungle. Really believable. Of course she didn't believe me but left me alone.

"Are you Percy's sister?" I asked randomly.

She grinned at me.

"Yep, I'm that Seaweed brain's sis. So you're the new camper? Sorry I wasn't there to greet you. Got some archery lessons from Will." She explained.

We chatted for a while, but it was kind of frustrating not being able to stand up. I learnt that when she grew up, her mom neglected her for her older sister Tetra, who was a spoiled brat. Then Clara ran away, and met Zertyr, another child of Poseidon. He trained her, but just as she was fully trained, hellhounds killed him. So she was alone in the streets, 10 years old, fending off monsters. She met a witch who gave her a teleportation ring.

"You have a horrible history." I said sadly.

I didn't have that much bad luck. I felt sorry for her, to be abandoned by your family was horrible.

"Hey, Halley." She jolted me out of my thoughts.

"What?"

"Why do you think the camp burned down?" She asked.

I closed my eyes. I can picture the flaming camp now. The wildfire spreading, the screams from the camper, the feeling of unbearable heat while the flames lick your arm and you're screaming for help while crying as ashes pile up around you-

"I don't know, though it was on my second day of camp. Was it a coincidence?" I said unsteadily.

She cocked her head and thought about it. For an 11 year old, she was really intelligent.

"I think," She hesitated and looked at me in the eyes. "I think they're after you."

After me? After me? I mean, I guess I'm very talented and a demigod, but come on, does fate have to be so cruel? Getting chased by boys is a girl's number one dream. Getting chased by monsters or immortals beings out for your blood? Not so much.

"What do you mean by that-"

I got interrupted by a low growling in the bushes. Clara got out a trident and tossed me a spare dagger. We got into a fighting stance until I saw who we were fighting against. It was a very pink, very angry, very fat pig with wings. I would have laughed if it were not staring at me as if it was saying I dare you to laugh so I can rip you to shreds.

"The Clazmonian sow! It's practically undefeatable!" Clara yelled.

I started to panic. If I survive this, I am NEVER eating pork again. Maybe I'll go on a pig strike. Wait, then I'll have to stop eating bacon! I love bacon! The pig snorted and looked at me as if it heard my thoughts. Okay, so no bacon, how about ham? As if on cue (or if it was telepathic) it charged at me. I barely sidestepped and slashed at it. It did a funny squealing sound that might have been laughter.

"Here! It wants you! Take this!" Clara screamed.

She tossed me the ring.

"What about you?" I yelled back.

"I'll be fine! I can handle this."

She glowered at the pig. She looked older, holding her trident out, jutting out her chin. I couldn't just leave her. But when the pig charged at me again, I had no choice. But where to go? Home? Camp Half-Blood? I only have a second left. Oh well. Camp Half-Blood it is. I felt a sudden gust of wind and a tingly sensation. Then, suddenly, I was standing in the remains of Camp Half-Blood.

Ruins. That's all it is now. Bits of the cabins still remained, but the rest was all ash. The dragon that I saw on top of Half-Blood hill had flown away. At least I hoped. I sat down in a clearing. For some reason, there were trees everywhere. Maybe a last effort from the Demeter cabin? I didn't think much about it. I scavenged the area for something. I found a worn and tattered tent, a lighter, a bit of beef jerky, a Celestial Bronze sword, and a backpack. I set up the tent and found a sleeping bag, but didn't go to sleep. The trees loomed over me like a creepy forest. Well, that was how I got here, alone and scared. I wish I had Clara here, or Percy, or anyone actually. I just need some company. Oh no, I jinxed it. Sooner or later a monster's going to pop up. The barrier didn't seem to be working. I took out my stash of beef jerky. I've always wondered why it was beefy jerky. I mean, it was beef, but it didn't jerk around. It was kind of floppy. Beef floppy is a good name, right? ADHD is always distracting me from what problem I have. Wait, what was the problem again? Damn ADHD. So good yet so bad. I yawned widely, and crawled into my sleeping bag. No harm can come from sleeping, right?

Wrong.

Running, running, running from that thing. What was that? It was made entirely of mud, whispering, "Come to me, daughter of the sun, and come to me!" I tried to create light. No luck. Anywhere I step the mud would wrap around my feet slowing me down.

"Daughter of the sun, won't you come, don't you run, daughter of the sun." The mud sang.

I froze. It was like a siren, I couldn't move.

"No use running child. Your end is near. You puny demigods will suffer my wrath, and so will my grandchildren the gods, for I am-