Sorry for the wait guys. I had my laptop broken! Well, what can you expect? Anyway, as usual I have to thank someone. Today it's TheAvidReader! Congratulations! On to the story that you all deserve for this long wait…

"Halley, wake up!"

I groaned and shifted my back towards the voice.

"Halley, your pants are on fire!"

"AHHHHH! MY POOR PANTS!" I screamed.

I glared at the Poseidon children as they were cracking up.

"You should have seen your face! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I yelled and charged at then, and soon we were in an all out fight, me bursting light at random moments and the both of them spraying water everywhere. We all laughed maniacally (our sanity decided to leave us at that point), making it rain (Percy), transporting randomly from outside the tent to inside (Clara), and nearly burning the tent down (me). It was the most fun and happy moment of my life (which, again, is sad; my happiest moment of my life is fighting with two weirdoes in the middle of Zeus-knows-where and running away from my murderous great- grandma. My life is so messed up right now.) turned my attention back to the fight when suddenly we all tensed. Demigod instincts were always right, and if I follow my instincts, it tells me that there's danger lurking just behind that bush. Getting closer now.

Closer.

Too close.

Then suddenly I was falling into the Earth.

I woke up for the third time in an unknown place. I was used to this already, so I didn't to anything stupid like yell "Here I am!" or "Gaea, help me!" Instead, I did something more stupid, if possible- I accidentally jumped into quicksand. Well, I'm making the Oscars award for 'best accidental suicide!' The quicksand was up to my waist, and I was sinking, fast. My throat clogged up in fear, and I began to thrash about.

"Help!" I screamed helplessly (bad pun, I know.)

"Halley?" A voice called.

I was ready to cry in relief. It was Percy, his jet black hair peeking over the sand mound.

"Percy, can you help? I'm a little… stuck."

He laughed a bit when he saw my predicament. Oh boys. He handed me a hand (I am just full of bad puns) and he grunted, trying to pull me out. I wasn't sure if he was exaggerating or not. I mean, I'm not that heavy. Am I? I must be gaining weight. But I just love bacon. Shlock! Uh, that sound was disgusting! We landed hard on top of each other. I was aware of his breath on my cheek.

"Ohm…" I managed to say, my cheeks bright red.

"Hey! You guys?"

"Clara!" I breathed, relieved to break the awkward tension.

We had a sentimental moment for a few seconds, when we got back to the problem at hand.

"Where are we?"

Ah, the classic question. The simplest of almost all questions to answer. The hardest one that I ask constantly. The world is full of irony. Suddenly I felt something slimy drip onto my shoulder.

"EWWW!" I shrieked.

I jumped around like a leprechaun, desperately whacking my shoulder. Percy and Clara were trying to stifle their laughter. Key word being trying.

"What is this stuff?" I asked aloud.

We peered closer at the slimy substance that I flicked to the ground. It was gooey, like slime but it was bubbling. It was a mud grey, and the worst thing of all? It was moving. Towards me of all people. I kicked it experimentally and it lunged.

"AHHHH!" I shrieked again- except this I was horrified instead of just plain old scared. This time Percy and Clara tried to help me to no avail. This thing was like superglue.

"Foolish girl. You think you can take me on? You can not even take on my little morsel of my power." A woman's voice chuckled, her voice echoing throughout the underground cave.

"Gaea." They whispered simultaneously.

The chuckle turned into a menacing laugh, and my bones began to vibrate from the power in her voice. Then I realized it wasn't me who was trembling.

"Earthquake!" Clara yelled uselessly.

We hit the floor, shielding our heads. Clara grabbed my arm. I was about to shake her off, until I realize what she was doing.

"I think if we all think of the same place, it will work! Think of Farer Street! On 3! One, two, three!"

We arrived in the middle of Farer Street. This is, sadly, the road. Drivers yelled things at us as they swerved around us. Why they weren't surprised by us popping right on the road I wasn't sure, but whatever it was, I was glad the police didn't come to investigate 3 kids teleporting here. At least we knew where we were.

"Clara, why did you choose here?" I asked her.

She looked down, her caramel hair blown gently by the breeze.

"I used to live here. This is where my mom is," she finally admitted.

Wow, the courage she's shown so far made me doubt whether she was really 11, but now- I was pretty sure she was braver than everyone I'd ever met put together, including me and Percy.

"We don't need to stay here. Percy has a house, right?" I asked.

I knew I couldn't use my house because police would be there, but I thought Percy might be on better terms with his mom.

"Sorry, my mom's on a vacation with Paul and they're renovating my apartment." He said.

Great, now we have to face Clara's demonic parent. I wished the gods would just strike her down, maybe Poseidon?

Clara looked like a ghost when she said, "I'll knock. They'll recognize me."

Before we could protest, she grabbed a fancy doorknocker and struck it three times. As she did this (she did it very slowly) I took a good look at the house. It looked more like a Victorian mansion, with gold framed windows and elegant patterns. It was very posh, but it looked cold and empty. I bet they didn't use half of the rooms.

"Who is it?" Someone sang from the inside.

"Clara Annaliese Gray, ma'am."

Whoa, her mom made her use formal greetings? The world she lives in… The door opened and out came a slender woman, with a white fur coat wrapped around her (even in summer; famous people are so weird). Her chocolate brown hair was in curly waves, and she put a lot of eye shadow around her black eyes. She wore way too much make up everywhere!

"Clara! Where have you run off to! You know how worried we were! You look horrible! And you brought peasants-" What is this, the 14th century? "-with you, what a disgrace! Get changed quickly! You never see your sister Tetra like this, do you? Try to be more like her, or I'll ban you for good!"

Wow, now I see why Clara ran away. I mean, she had been gone for over a year, and all here mom does is fuss about how great here older sister was and how she should be like her. Not to mention, she called me a peasant! Oh, she is so going to get it…

"Tetra! Oh Tetra darling, lunch is ready!"

Lunch? How long had we been unconscious?

"Coming mother!"

Tetra came down the winding staircase. She was a spitting image of her mom, except Tetra had way more make-up. She looked like a Barbie doll that went through a make up store and was shopaholic. She smiled at me, a smile which I retaliated with a glare. She winked flirtatiously at Percy, and I felt anger boil up in me for no reason. Then when she saw Clara, her face contorted to a sneer, which suits her perfectly.

"Look, the vermin's back. Have you come to beg for forgiveness? Because look at you, you're look like a freak!" She growled.

Percy stood in front of her protectively.

"Don't talk to my sister like that!" He yelled.

"Sister?" Tetra blinked flirtatiously. "How can a dumpster girl like you get this hottie as a brother?"

"Don't touch him!" I yelled, outraged. How dare she flirt with him! He was mine! Wait, what? Since when was he mine? Oh, this is so confusing…

"And who are you?" She looked at me, disgusted.

I stepped forward and said proudly, "I'm Halley. You must be the annoying brat Tetra? Yes, I can see why anyone would see that."

She glared at me as if she didn't ever hear that before. Jeez, are these people blind? She's the most repulsive thing I've ever seen! And from a demigod, that means a lot.

"Tetra darling, here's your favorite!" Clara's mom walked towards us with a tray in her hands. I smelt fresh, crisp bacon- my favorite! There were also scrambled eggs on the tray. Looks more like breakfast than lunch, but who cares! As long as I steal or get the bacon, I'm fine.

"And here's for you lot," she spat, as if she couldn't stand to say our names.

In her hand were three cups of- was that water? And three plates of something that looked like a cross between a shoe, and dog fur.

"That's eel stew. Your favorite, right Clara?"

Clara scowled, but held her tongue. I wanted to explode at Clara's mom. She was so… so cruel! Feeding me eel stew while giving the queen of the jerks the bacon! Its torture watching her eat it.

"Now Tetra, don't eat too fast, remember there's still a second course!"

Second course! What was she, royalty? Ms. Gray came back with a plateful of spaghetti. The smell wafted towards us and made my stomach rumble. I had taken a bite out of the stew, and that stuff is nastier than Gaea toenail. Which is nasty enough, believe me. Then Tetra got fed a third course, which was salad. By then, I was too hungry to care if the stew was gross. I could've eaten my shoe, I was starving! I silently cursed in my head. Why was life so difficult? Suddenly, I heard a sound. A faint banging noise was heard again from the kitchen. I drew my sword silently; not caring is the mortals saw it. The others did the same. As we advanced, Clara held up three fingers. As she put the last one down, we smashed through the door. A hellhound stared at us. It was huge, probably the size of Tetra's ego, and its glowing red eyes were concentrated on me. It lunged suddenly and it was all I could do to dodge. I brought my sword in a deadly arc to its neck just as it pounced, and it barely missed. It clawed at my skin and I started seeing black splotches.

"Halley!" I heard someone scream, but the last thought I had before blacking out was Here we go again!

Hal