Artemis scowled at her newfound nickname, before sighing. "I can't castrate you…darn. Well, I won't beat around the bush and your brain anymore. Her name, Drew Tanaka."

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Flashback- 1 week ago, camp Half-blood

Drew PoV (Drew learned British English in this story by the way)

How dare that fucking upstart of a bitch! She's been a bloody pain in the side this whole time, after she's been claimed!

How dare she come into my cabin and act like she owns the place? This place was supposed to be mine! MINE! This was what those bloody sods get for treating me like shit when I first came!

Unworthy…undeserving…ugly…slut…

Well, I showed 'em alright. And just as I finally get respect for once, this upstart nob comes out of fucking nowhere, with that son shocks the sorry excuse of Zeus-sorry, Jupiter as he says it.

That boy got some fucking ugly tattoo on his arm too. SPQR. As if we were Roman.

It's dinner now. I don't care, for once. Tear tracks stain my cheeks as I stuff some absolute essentials into a backpack. Ambrosia squares, a large bottle of nectar, some clothes, a jacket, towel, scarf, underwear and socks, mortal money, two credit cards, a compass, some toothpaste and a toothbrush. Grunting, I pull out a roll I'd kept under my bed for two weeks, ever since I nabbed it from the camp store. It's a small camp set, including tents, necessary camping supplies and a thin roll of bedding, complete with a small chair and sleeping bag.

It's not like my comfy mattress, but sooner or later these backstabbing bastards would kick me out of their cabin.

I'm not bringing my makeup. There's too much I would need to bring…besides, if I'm going down fighting, might as well show 'em my true colours. Maybe I have a chance of freaking them to death with how ugly I am.

I didn't bother even making my bed, messed up by my prior fit.

Creeping out of my cabin, I slowly crept towards the woods, avoiding any and all voices. My cabin mates would realize I'm not at dinner soon enough.

Avoiding anything that remotely moved or made a sound, I made my way into the woods on the far side of the dining pavilion. I could faintly hear the chatter and laughter from that place. I furrowed my brow in disgust.

No one here ever thought highly of me. Except Persi. And that was even a stretch to say she was 'friendly' towards me, considering that I'd tried to hit her up multiple times while Annabeth was still her girlfriend. Now, that excessively proud bitch is trying to vent her anger out in anyone and everyone that had remotely shit on her former girl, lashing out at them for driving her away.

She didn't consider that she was the root of the problem, that idiot.

And to think she was a spawn of Athena.

Halfway in the woods, I suddenly realized something. I'd left my father's letter and my old drawing on my bed.

Not only were those off-limits-no doubt my shit half-siblings would take that chance to piss on my grave-I cherished them, I needed them.

Rushing back as fast as I could, I sprinted towards my former residence. Bursting inside, already winded, I grabbed the wrinkly letter and torn drawing and stuffed both into my pocket. There was no time to repack now. I could hear footsteps approaching.

Quickly spinning on my heels, I burst out of my cabin and promptly began running away from the footsteps. "Stop. I saw something!" I heard a familiar voice say. Janice, I think.

I quickly hid, as they gingerly approached the doors of the cabin, flung wide open in my haste to escape. "Mud tracks…Drew? Where are you? You done with your fucking episode?" I heard them yell. Disrespectful brats.

I heard faint voices conversing before I rushed out of hiding and bolted towards the tree line. "Wait-who's tha-SOMEONE'S IN THE WOODS! HELP! CLOSE THE BORDERS!" Someone yelled behind me as I ran into the woods, the branches nicking my arms and scratching my face. I didn't care. I could see the borders just in front of me-and then a horn blew.

"No, no no! Not now!" I mentally screamed as I hurled towards the border, and I noticed the line solidifying. "Not…NOW!" I let out a yell as I dived across the border, right as a flash of magic blasted my midsection and I was hurled up and out of the camp, right into some trees in front of me.

I sat up, a pained groan escaping my throat. I could already see some mud on my clothes, and the dozens of scratches that marred my limbs and face. With luck, my face would also be muddy.

Looking back, at least I escaped camp. Last I peeked into Persi's cabin, I saw some maps showing the west coast…might as well start going over there.

After all, if I reached the west, I could potentially catch a flight back to my ancestral home.

Not that they'd accept me anyway.

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A day later

Annabeth PoV

I slammed a fist down on the ping pong table. First Persi, now Drew. Campers were disappearing under our noses, and we could do nothing to stop it.

We don't know what we are facing, we have no clue on where to start.

"Drew was definitely kidnapped. It's not like her to leave makeup behind, plus her bed showed signs of struggle and distress. Muddy footprints also lead to her bed…it's likely she was lying there, resting-or sulking, according to her recent behaviour, before she was taken. So far, your only lead is muddy footprints that lead into the woods, and even those are confusing enough. A set ended somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and another led towards the border, but it also disappeared near the boundary line." Malcom said, and I groaned.

"Great, they teleport too."

"Well…we have some fair evidence to suggest the second set found hear the boundary line belonged to someone who leaped over the border. Seeing as they did it possibly some distance away, it's safe to assume they jump far. Possibly some defect children of lord Hermes, or a monster that has human feet at least, wears shoes."

I slumped down into my seat, my mind reeling. If Persi was here, she'd be taking action, helping me through all this puzzling evidence…but she wasn't. The camp had drove her away.

No, I did. And I have regretted that moment ever since.

I should have known hubris would be our downfall. She was humble, loyal, always following, always accepting, never defying anything. She always awarded killing claims onto others, citing their assistance in her victories, and never assuming one for herself. She always stood by my side, even going as far as to try and bring Luke back over to help me ease my pain over his betrayal. She helped every single camper here out, and blamed herself whenever things got hairy.

She never raised an accusing finger at anyone who accused her, and would calmly accept any accusation, only explaining herself to her accuser after they had calmed down and accepted logical arguments.

Yet, I couldn't hold it in when I saw her and Luke, comforting him in his last moments, giving him a final good memory out of all his pained, stained ones.

And I let my hubris take over.

Spreading lies, sowing discord, I did everything I could to alienate her. We grew apart, and I broke up with her nastily.

She just stood there while I ranted at her, not even raising her voice or speaking back to defend herself.

And when she tried to talk to me, I just brushed her aside, uncaring.

I didn't care about her when she grew reclusive, when she grew snappy at people. Slowly, her friends parted from her, campers who came stared at her in fear, and the friendly Persi we all knew, loved and cherished was vanquished forever.

Even when she begun to hole up in her cabin, not coming out for breakfast or dinner with increasing regularity, we cared little for her, jeered at her for being a coward, and laughed at her face when she tried a meek defence.

Only when she finally stopped coming to meals altogether for 5 days straight did anyone bother searching for her, and only when Clarassie mentioned-okay, shouted at us to go check on her did we realize she was gone.

Events spiralled, and I was soon alienated. Oh, how I prayed for a chance at forgiveness. Oh, how overjoyed I was when Rachel spouted that prophecy to retrieve a 'missing' demigod.

And oh, how disappointed I was to find out the demigod was a dude. A dude who knew Latin, acted strictly and had the Roman SPQR tattooed onto his arm.

And now, another camper has disappeared. Though no one liked Drew, except for Persi-and even then their relationship was strained-it was still a disappearance. And now, the whole camp was on lockdown, everyone in fear and anguish, anticipating the next disappearance.

Without realizing, I was sobbing, Malcom by my side, comforting me as I spiralled into my thoughts.

The door opened, and in came Clarassie. She took one look at me and her features twisted into a sneer.

"I see you're regretting your actions now, Annabeth." I could hear the palpable disgust and venom at the mention of my name, and I cried even harder.

"I-I'm so-sorry." Without realizing, I half-stammered, half-blurted out an apology. Clarassie only stared at he harshly, before her features contorted into anger.

"You sitting here crying isn't going to help. Your pride isn't going to help. Get your head out of the FUCKING sand pit, and start DOING something for fucks sake!"

Without waiting for a reply, she stormed out again.

I cried even harder.

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Time skip- back to present

3rd person POV

"Drew?" I asked incredulously. "Why would she-last I saw she was being all regal and queen-like in the Aphrodite cabin. Either she was kidnapped, or something pissed her off badly."

Artemis sighed. "Well…last I heard from Aphrodite, she claimed a new daughter and from her emotional connection to Drew as a parent, she was fucking pissed."

"Well…who the hell could cause Drew to flip out? Or did she actually get kidnapped?"

"Hmmm…I'm not sure. But, according to campers, Drew left all her makeup in the cabin. All of it."

"It won't be surprising,,,I bet she realized she couldn't bring her makeup…but it would also make the possibility of kidnapping possible. I've known Drew-she never, never ever leaves her makeup unless she really can't bring it-like she needs to escape-or she decides whatever she's going to do isn't going to need makeup, because it either will restrain her or cause unnecessary trouble. Either way…I'm your champion. I'll help whenever I can, Arty."

"Persis, glad to know you'll support me whatever the case is. Also, what did I say about using nicknames?" Artemis asked sweetly, a honeyed smile plastered on her face.

Only her cold silver eyes betrayed her emotions.

"Uh oh."

—

Time skip- 1 week later

Drew POV

I staggered through the forest, a horde of monsters after me. My sword was heavy in my hand, and my limbs were sore and on fire. Draenaece hissed after me, hellhounds kept pouncing onto me, and multiple cyclops tried clubbing me to death. Not to mention an Empousa was battling me in a fierce exchange of charmspeak.

She lost.

But now, I couldn't fight them. They outnumbered me 35-1, probably more, and I was battered and bruised. Running for my life, I crashed out of a sparse woodland into a creek, and immediately face planted onto the opposite bank. Panicking, I scrambled up, dropping my sword in the process, as the monsters quickly gained on me. Covered in grime and mud, my normally perfect hair messy and ruined, face and limbs full of scratches, I sprinted away from the monsters, legs screaming in protest.

A hellhound nipped at my heel, and my ankle began to sear. I knew a new wound had opened up, but I couldn't stop. Not when I was running for my life.

Another hellhound tried to pounce, and I sidestepped to the left, the hellhound's claws slashing my arm as it flew past me. Pain exploded in my arm, and I stumbled slightly as I clutched my arm. A crude arrow sailed past my head, and I could only keep running as the horde of monsters lumbered behind me.

My gut suddenly twisted, and I felt something flying at me. Before I could dodge, a hellhound slammed into my back, its claws slashing at my already tattered t-Shirt. I screamed out in pain as I was slammed brutally into the ground, rolling over to only see the red eyes of a hellhound snarling at me, before I opened it's maw to kill.

I closed my eyes, anticipating death. A tear escaped my eye as I thought back on all of the events that led us to this. Camp, the war, my half-siblings, my…father.

"I'm coming for you, dad." I thought, as I anticipated the pain, the brief suffering, the slowing of time as life would flash before my eyes, before my souls departed to Hades' realm…only, it never happened.

I cracked open my eyes as I heard a small whimper. An arrow was sticking out of the back of the hellhound as it disintegrated into dust. Somewhere in front of me, a hunting horn blew, and silver arrows began flying through the woods, striking the monster horde and quickly turning them into dust.

Pushing myself up as far up as I could, I saw flashes of silver as parka-wearing fighters stepped out of the trees and slashed at the monsters with grace.

"The hunters of Artemis," I whispered under my breath, before my arms gave out and I crashed back onto the ground. I heard footsteps hurrying towards me as my vision began to blur and swirl. A girl's face entered my swimming field of view, her samiliar sea green and unfamiliar crimson eyes looking down with concern as she knelt next to me.

Tilting my head slightly, I saw a blurry outline of a girl wearing a silver T-shirt, as well as tight-fitting shorts. Her eyes were full of concern as she placed a hand on my clawed torso. "Drew…hold on, please, hold on for me." Her long and wavy hair, transiting from raven black roots to honey brown ends, cascaded down over her shoulder to touch my bloodied torso. Her whole body was wrapped in a glowing orange aura, and I could feel her trying to mend my wounds as she pushed her powers into my body.

But she might have been too late.

A cold feeling seeped into my bones, chilling me to the core, as my vision began to dim. The pain in my chest flared and dulled, before I felt my body relax and go limp. I felt a fluid down my throat, and as I tried to breathe in, I found that I couldn't. Slowly, my body experienced weak hacking, and I could feel a warm liquid stain my lips and run down my cheek.

"Drew…Drew Tanaka, stay with me! Don't go…Drew! Drew…" The girl's voice sounded so far away now, as she summoned warten to wrap around my wounds. My vision swam and dimmed, and the last thing I remembered seeing were two sea green and crimson orbs floating in a void of darkness.

The last thought to rush through my mind was a sense of recognition.

I remember those sea green eyes, the face, her tan…everything. I remembered the only person who would come close to me, the only person who had treated me remotely as a friend.

Persis Jackson had come to save me.

—

Same time

Persis POV

"No…no, no…Drew, Drew Tanaka, stay with me!" A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead as I pushed every ounce of power I had into her body. Her eyes fluttered and began to close,and her gaze slowly became glazed and unfocused. "DREW! DREW, STAY! DON'T SLEEP!" I frantically yelled as I summoned water nearby, to wrap around her wounds and heal them as much as I could.

Several hunters gathered around me as I desperately poured healing energy into her. "NECTAR! AMBROSIA! NOW!" I yelled at them, and some immediately scampered off to grab the medical supplies. I felt Drew go limp below me, as her eyes slid shut and her head lolled to the side.

No, no, please gods no. My mind was blank and my nerves were frayed as I poured my powers into her. And even then, I wasn't sure she would hold out long enough.

Drew was in a bad state. Hellhound claw marks marred her smooth back and abdomen, and her limbs were littered with angry red scratches-some barely scraping the surface, some running deep into her skin. Even her beautiful face had some angry red lines that bled, staining her perfect features.

Her camp T-Shirt was in tatters. Not only from the hellhound attack, but also from some especially nasty branches which hooked out parts of her Tee. Her whole body was covered in grime and mud, which was quite surprising for a daughter of Aphrodite.

As the fighting came to a quick end, Artemis ran over in a more matured form. "How is she?" She asked, before doing a double take as she saw the state Drew was in. "Call…Apollo…" I grunted out between gritted teeth as I felt my energy reserves rapidly drain. The hunters that had ran off to fetch nectar and ambrosia returned and began trying to pour nectar down Drew's throat, while Artemis closed her eyes and scrunched her brows together.

A bright flash nearby signalled Apollo's arrival, but I was too focused on healing Drew to even care about Apollo.

"Hey lil' sis-"

"APOLLO, SHUT UP AND GET OVER HERE, WE NEED FUCKING HELP NOW!" I yelled at full volume, cutting Apollo off halfway through his taunt. Artemis looked worried and relieved at the same time, as Apollo gulped and quickly came over.

"Persi, cuz? What do you-oh." His voice fell flat, and out of the corner of my eyes I saw his expression turn serious. "This…this is a bad wound, I can't guarantee that she'll make it." He said, worry etched in his face. "Just…do it, I'm going…to…help." I grunted out, pushing myself to my limit. Beads of sweat were rolling down my forehead and some began to drip off my chin, as Apollo placed his hands on Drew and began to glow gold.

I could hear him chant faintly under his breath as I felt energy flow into Drew, mending her wounds and patching her up. "Drew…please make it, please. I beg of you." I muttered under my breath, as we worked on healing Drew and pulling her back from the brink of death.

By no means was I a friend of Drew. I simply knew her, and treated her with some level of respect. To my knowledge, she wasn't friendly to anyone at camp, and was considered to be bitchy, slutty and rude. The perfect incarnation of Aphrodite's worst traits, some said. But still, having spent some time with Drew, I'd come to figure out there was more to this mysterious girl, something under the rudeness and bitchy person everyone knew and hated, and if she perished under my watch…it wouldn't just be a failure in my quest. I would have failed to save this girl, and her death would be on me.

I refused to let that happen ever again. Bianca, Zoë, Silena, Charles, Ethan…hell, even Luke had all died because of me, one way or the other. I refused to add yet another death under my belt-a belt that I would have happily put aside and stuffed into the deepest pits of Tartarus.

Plus, seeing her now, along with her backpack that was full of supplies, I'd come to realize she had been planning to leave camp, possibly for the same reason I experienced. I refuse to have another person I know die under my watch simply because my 'family' deemed them unworthy or collectively disliked them.

Finally, after many agonizing minutes of healing Drew's body, Apollo stopped his healing and looked at me, nodding ever so slightly. I gradually reduced my power flow, and looked at Apollo.

"Is she going to be…fine?" I asked, worry creeping into my voice.

"More likely than not. She's been mostly healed, but that is the utmost extent we can intervene before her body combusts under the power load we had given her."

Seeing my worried expression as I shakily stood up, Apollo walked over to me. "Hey, cmon, it'll be fine. She's a strong soul-I can feel it, don't blame yourself for what happened-whoa, cuz, you good?" His tone changed from friendly to serious as I began to sway on my feet. Thaila, standing next to me, looked on in concern as I shot her a faint smile.

"Yeah-I just need…a rest…" I mumbled as I took a shaky step and promptly fell into Thaila, who had reflexes quick enough to catch my fall.

"Oh hades! How much energy did you use? Nectar, ambrosia!" I heard Apollo distantly yell at the hunters, but I was too tired to even respond to his words. Closing my eyes, I let myself go limp in Thailand awkward embrace as I drifted into unconsciousness.

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A/N: and that's another chapter done! Sorry for the many, many time skips and POV changes, but I really wanted to try and give you lot a full picture of what the fuck was transpiring between individuals.

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