Sorry for disapearing off the face of the earth for a while!

I was busy getting in the holiday spirit and such.

*puts on Santa hat* Well, now that Thanksgiving is over, it's time to spread the Christmas cheer!

And I apolagize for just giving you this sorta-small chapter after that long wait, but this was kind of hard for me to write...

Disclaimer: do I look like the kind of person who sits around writing all day? Yes! So obviously, I own PJO!

Rick: Oh, do you? Bwahahaha! *takes rites from hand*

DC: D: you're so evil! King of Trolling...

Chapter 14

They went to the stables to get Audrey and whichever filly wanted to come. Owl had already explained that Trout couldn't come because it would be strange to end up at the 24th Nome with two boys with her, and the two weren't even wizards, so it would raise suspicions.

"Ok, so my name is Alex Jones and yours is Jack Robertson. Remember that." she said as they walked. "Mmhmm." Fox replied, still getting over the last bit of shock.

They arrived at the stables, Audrey, Lilac, and Marie each in the same large stall. "Will you guys teleport us to Utah?" Owl asked.

Audrey lifted her head. "Of course. Both of you jump on; I don't want my fillies in anymore danger."

"Mo-om!" they both complained, tossing their manes. She fixed with a look as the two friends climbed on. "Mind your manners while I'm gone. Don't get under the pegasi's hooves." she warned, then, with a flash, they were gone.

They tumbled out into two foot long grass. The three looked around. It was obvious that nobody had tended to the place for a while. The grass when past their knees and insects were buzzing around noisily. There were at least four or five trees that needed trimming, and wild flowers grew in clumps every so often. The only sign that a human had even touched the black was an old house, with ivy creeping up it's sides and the shingles falling off. It was a two story house, which made it all the more creepier.

"Where are we?" Fox asked, not really expecting an answer. Owl picked up a small rock on the ground and licked it. She put on a thinking expression, then said, "Salt Lake County, Utah. From the looks of it, were in Herriman." Fox looked at her. "How do you know that?" she smiled at him mischievously, but it seemed a little forced. "You'll see." she walked slowly towards the house, and called behind her shoulder, "Audrey, you can go back now, we're close enough." there was a flash, and the unicorn was gone.

Fox followed her as she looked around slowly, her white hair turning a shade of salmon in the sunset. "Come on, we'll need a place to stay." she said, coming to the front door. She hesitated with her hand on the doorknob, then pushed it open.

It was dark, and the musty smell of dust floated in the air. Amazingly, there was a light switch. Fox flipped it on and looked around.

There was a moth-eaten sofa in the living room, a fan hanging above it, and next to the living room, the dinning area was trashed. Beer bottles and cigarette butts littered the table and floors, along with an old news paper and some splotches on the floor that Fox was really hoping was just ketchup.

Right next door to the dinning area was the kitchen, which was even more cluttered with the same things, but there were more splotches on the ground that made Fox pretty sure it wasn't ketchup. there was a staircase that led upstairs with cobwebs hanging from a lamp above it, but he decided not to go up there just yet.

Meanwhile, Owl was leaning against a wall, breathing heavy with her eyes wide like, well, and owl. Fox walked over to her. "Owl," he asked gently. "Is this your house?" She looked at him, snapping back to reality, and whispered "Yes." He took a closer look around.

There was a lot of crusty dark patches on the carpet, and in the kitchen, there was an old canoe paddle in the corner with the same dark spots as on the floor and carpet. There was also a few knives resting on the counter, and need it be said what was on them?

Owl got control of herself and walked slowly around, horrible memories rushing back with each step. Suddenly, the lights started flickering.

The two looked at each other, and Owl gasped. Fox's hand was turning completely black, and it was going up his arm. He cried out in pain. "No. Not in this house, Wolf. Not right now, and DEFINITELY not him." she said, her eyes narrowing as she lifted a hand and shot a golden ball at him. "Stay safe, idiot." she smiled sadly at him and the ball expanded and covered him, his skin turning normal again, then the ball disappeared with him.

Owl collapsed onto the blood-stained floor. "Well played, Fenrir." she said quietly. His howling laughter echoed around the cave. "It was too easy, really. Now, that last part I was surprised by. You waste almost all your energy protecting HIM? That worthless son of Thor?" he sneered.

"One, he's not worthless. Two, I didn't waste it, I put it to use. Now, let's just get this over with. Do want you want with me." Owl closed her eyes and prepared for the worst.

Fenrir howled, and the next minute, she was in a stone room with her hands in chains that hung from the ceiling and her feet in chains that were strapped into the floor. A glowing red eye appeared from the only window in her cell that was on the door. "You will feel what I felt in those millions of years trapped in Helheim." Fenrir growled simply, and walked away, his claws clicking on the stone floor.

A moment later, a burning sensation began inside of Owl, becoming fiercer and fiercer until it felt like lava was bubbling inside of her.

A scream cut the air.

Fox's POV

As soon as the golden light disappeared, Fox landed gently on his back on soft, grassy ground. He sat up and looked around.

He was sitting on a hill, which overlooked an omega of cabins. Just beyond them, a lake lapped at the shores. Wait, was that Puget Sound?

Kids were milling about; playing basketball, sword fighting, climbing a rock wall with lava. Fox got up an cautiously started down the hill, hand on his sword hilt.

A girl that looked about 12 spotted him and ran over, her black hair flying out behind her. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood! My name is Emily Duncan, daughter of Demeter. Who are you?" she asked, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement. Fox knew better than to toss around his strange name, so he used the first one that came to mind.

"I'm Jack Robertson." he answered. "Isn't Demeter a Greek goddess?"

"Yep! Is this all new to you?" Emily asked. He shook his head. "I had a couple friends that were demigods too." Greek demigods? Sure, why not? His camp had been attacked by Roman demigods earlier that day, and he and Owl had been on their way to help Egyptian magicians with invading Greeks.

"Where are th- oh. You're alone. Never mind. Well, we'd better show you to Chiron then!" she said happily and started walking towards a giant house. "This is the Big House." Emily informed him. Yeah, go figure, Fox thought to himself.

The house had a sort of ominous feeling to him, like he really shouldn't be there but it was trying to be nice and invite him in. "Chiron! We have a newcomer! I'm sending him in!" she called, then turned to him an said, "Go right in."

Fox walked nervously into the house, and spotted something that almost gave him a heart attack.

Kneeling by the fireplace was a centaur, with the top have of a man and a bottom half of a white horse. He looked up at Fox. "Hello, I am Chiron, the trainer of heroes."

Dun, duun, DUUUN!

Ha, take that Rick! Who's the king of trolling now?

Yeah, I know, I kind of fail at tortering scenes, but whatever! I did my best!

Now do you all understand why this was hard for me to write? Good...

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Well, until next time (which is hopefully soon)!