Yeah-yuh! Another update! WHO DA MAN?!

Chapter 15 officially means that I will get through this story. I quite enjoy typing it.

Right now, I feel very happy, because I met a girl named Carter in archery today, and we bonded over the obsession of Doctor Who; it was epic :D

Ok, well, even though I feel in a chatty mood, let's just skip this and finish the chapter... a special thanks to my special friend. You know who you are.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, as much as any Fangirl would want to.

Owl's POV

The pain was like nothing anyone could imagine. Her skin was burning like lava was being poured on it, while on the inside, it was like an ice age had froze her, then would randomly switch.

Not to mention the monsters that came in to jab at her with spears and sliced her with daggers and swords. It hadn't even been a day yet, and she was barely able to stand.

All the color had drained from her skin, so she was completely pale. However, her bright purple eyes hadn't lost their familiar spark yet.

The cell was completely magic proof, and seemed to suck at her energy too.

Her throat was scarred and she had screamed to much to do it anymore, so she could only groan in agony.

"How are you enjoying your stay so far?" Fenrir had asked from the doorway.

She didn't reply, just clenched her teeth and leaned against her chains weakly, for the pain blocked out everything else. He howled with laughter and walked away.

Fox's POV

Fox stepped back, then got control of himself. "Um, I'm Jack Robertson." the centaur nodded to him, then stood up slightly (if he rose to full height he would hit his head on the ceiling) and then started lowering his horse half into a… was that a wheelchair? Ok then.

Once he lowered in his horse half completely, human legs covered with a blackout popped out.

Fox must've been staring pretty hard, because Chiron smiled and said, "I usually stay in wheelchair form for the newer kids, but it was getting stiff in there." all Fox could do was nod. "Now, I assume you already know what's going on, considering you didn't… panic when you saw me." he chose his words carefully.

"Yeah. So this is a Greek demigod camp?" Fox asked. Chiron nodded. Then suddenly, a memory came back to life in his head. "Owl! How could I forget?!" he shouted."What do you mean, owl?" Chiron asked, brow furrowed.

"She was my friend. She shot a golden light ball at me, then I appeared on the hill. Oh gods, where is she?! I need to get to Utah again!" Fox started for the door, but Chiron caught his wrist. "Where are you going?" he asked. "Salt Lake County, Herriman, in Utah." he answered, yanking his wrist back and running out.

Once on the hill, he let out a loud whistle, hoping his plan would work. Fortunately, it did. Sleipnir came zooming to Fox's side a minute later. "Hey boy," he grinned, patting his neck as he climbed on. "Take me to Herriman, Salt Lake County in Utah." the horse whinnied and took off. Everything passed in a blur of color.

It took them two hours to get to Utah from wherever they were.

Tobi's POV

Six hours.

In six hours, the sister that he had found was gone, and he, a Greek demigod, was at a Norse demigod camp that was just attacked by Roman demigods.

He thought his day couldn't get any worse, but, as he was half god and half human, it could.

Dreams were almost always bad for demigods.

It began in a cave bathed it red light. Jagged rocks lined it like teeth, and there was a giant pit in the middle of it that seemed to have no end. A howling laughter started from the other end of the cave, making Tobi look up.

Fenrir was sitting there, hunched over because the ceiling was too low for him, even though it had to rise up 200 yards. His red eyes gleamed with hatred and evil. "Hello, little boy." Tobi clenched his fists.

"What have you done with Cora?!" he shouted, knowing that the Wolf had her as soon as the words left his mouth. He sneered and said, "See for yourself." the scene changed to a cell, with a frail girl in chains in the middle of it. Her white hair was raggedy and hung in clumps around her face. She seemed to be steaming as she lifted her head slightly. "Cora…" he whispered.

Owl's purple eyes glowed slightly as they rested on Tobi, and she said with all the strength left in her throat, "61°54′45″ North, 6°52′19″West."

Those numbers seemed to burn themselves into his mind. Fenrir howled with anger, and Owl's body twisted slightly and she opened her mouth as if to scream, but no sound came out.

Horrified, Tobi used all of his will to wake up. He snapped up in the lonely Hel cabin in a cold sweat, not knowing what those numbers meant. After a minute of pondering the situation, he decided that Fox needed to know.

He fished a golden drachma out of his pocket and grabbed a spray bottle. Once he tossed the drachma in the rainbow made by the spray and muttered, "O, Iris, goddess of the rainbow, except my offering. Show me Fox of Camp Odin, most likely in Herriman, Salt Lake County, Utah." an image of Fox with his sword drawn and walking cautiously around Owl's house.

"Fox! It's me, Tobi!" he called through the rainbow. He spun around, prepared to hack at the rainbow, then lowered his sword at the sight of Tobi.

"Alright, this is an Iris message, a Greek thing. We don't have much time. Co- I mean, Owl, sent me a dream. She just said '61°54′45″ North, 6°52′19″West'. Do you know what it means?" he decided to leave out the part about her being held hostage and tortured by Fenrir; that would just make Fox reckless.

He frowned. "Those sound like coordinates. Oh! They ARE coordinates! I think maybe she was trying to tell us how to get to her!" Fox suddenly shouted excitedly. "We can save her."

Owl's POV (first person)

It's a strange feeling, being scared for yourself. I've never been scared for myself. It was always other people first. Not me, I couldn't die. However, when you're being tortured constantly by a giant wolf, it's kind of hard to not fear for yourself. So you can't really blame me for being selfish and telling Tobi the coordinates for my island in a dream.

That cell that I was in was like an enemy. An enemy that wouldn't die, like me. I just kept fighting, no matter what not giving up. It had been a day in that cell. A day of fighting.

But it was unfair. The cell could never wary. It could be frustrated, but that would just make it press me harder. I could weaken, though.

Just after one day of it, I wasn't able to stand. My throat was scratchy, and I couldn't make any sounds with my voice box.

In that cell, I able to think— that is, when the pain wasn't blocking everything else out. I figured it all out. I was no warrior, champion, survivor. No, I was a cheater and a cowered. I cheated death too many times; I cheat in war with my exploding sword; I'm a coward because I couldn't tell anyone my true past, everything that I've been through; I run from everything, Egyptians, followers, even my own kind. I broke down in my house and in the battlefield, and I got too close to Fox.

Ah, Fox… daft, yet brave. He was different from others. He just... excepted me with barely any questions. I should have never gotten that close to him… I've never been good at keeping people I love and care about safe.

That's why I run from place to place, making friends, then having to leave them. Over and over. What kind of a life was that?

Then there was Tobi; sweet little Tobi. I still remember when he was just a baby.

My mother allowed me to see him, then explained that she was taking him to a place called Camp Half-Blood.

After that, I was on my own.

Hope you liked it! I like writing in Owl's point on view in first person, it's fun.

Also, I could have updated yesterday, had it not have been for the lack of time I had on the computer and if my sister and my dad hadn't been on for so long.

Ok, well, ta ta for now!

~Nanu Kitty