A/N: Welcome back, my readers. I would like to give a thank you to Red Fez for making this story one of his Favourites, and hope he and everyone else reading enjoys this chapter.

I was still angry after the 'fight' with Grace, so I waited near the cabins for a minute or two before going to meet my young half-sister. Once I was calm, I walked up to the Athena Cabin, pulled the door open, and walked in. The little girl was sitting in the middle of the corridor, waiting patiently for someone to come in. She was short, but that was a given for her age. She had curly blonde hair and grey eyes, and was quite pale. She was wearing battered old jeans and a Camp Half Blood t-shirt that was too big for her. Guess we don't have any in her size.

"Hello." she said.

"Hello. I'm Tom, and I'm one of your half-brothers." I replied.

"You look like a full person to me." she said.

"No, that's not what half-brother means. It means we share one parent, our mum, not both." I replied with a smile.

"Ok." she replied, "I'm Stephanie, but you can call me Steph."

"How old are you, Steph?" I asked, crouching down to look her in the eyes.

"Seven." she said.

'Gods, Seven? She shouldn't be subjected to this at seven!' I thought.

"So, what do you know about camp?" I asked, not sure what she'd already been told.

"The Greek gods are real and they have children with humans and monsters try to kill the children and the humans like... like my daddy..." she stopped speaking and her eyes teared up.

"It's ok, Steph, you'll seed your daddy again one day." I said.

"Really?" she said, blinking hard to get rid of the tears.

"Really." I replied.

"Ok..." she said, sounding unsure.

"Do you want a tour of the camp?" I asked, trying to take her mind off of her dads death.

"Yes please." she said, nodding.

"Follow me then." I replied, getting up and heading out.

"These are the cabins, where people live." I said, gesturing around me, "They are split by godly parent."

"How many is there?" she asked.

"There used to be 12, but now there is 22." I explained.

"But my daddy always told be in stories that there was only 12 gods." she said, confused.

"No, there's 12 Olympian gods, who are the famous ones." I said.

"Is mummy an Olympican?" she asked.

"Our mum is Athena, so yes." I replied.

"What god is she?" Steph asked.

"The godess of wisdom." I answered.

"What is wisdom?" she enquired.

"Cleverness." I said.

"What if two half gods have a child?" she asked.

"That's never happened before, but if it did they'd probably go in the Hermes cabin." I answered.

'You're a curious one, aren't you?' I thought.

After walking all the way through camp except for the lake and archery range, I was on the verge of tearing my hair out from having to answer so many questions. But, hey, at least this way if my hair got torn out it'd be by me, not Grace.

"What the Hades?" I heard someone yell in the distance.

"Help!" a girl from the same direction shrieked.

"Stay here." I said to Steph, drawing my sword and bolting off in the direction of the where the voices were coming from.

When I got there, a tall, bulky... thing was rampaging around near the lake, hurling away the unarmed campers nearby. I continued sprinting towards the monster. It's skin was pale and mottled, and looked like it had been dragged through Tartarus several times. It's eyes were fiery orbs, and it's hands huge, rocky hammers. I wished I had my throwing knives on me. Or a bow. Or pistol. Or rifle. Or any other ranged weapon. But I didn't, so I leapt forwards and sliced a cut into it's arm when I was close enough. It swung it's other arm, hitting me in the chest and hurling me back several meters.

"FUCK!" I shouted, but it came out as a gasp.

I sat up, my vision swimming, and caught my breath before getting back to my feet and calling an owl to help me. It soared down from the sky, eyes glinting in the sunlight. With a thought I asked it to claw out the things eyes, and it swooped in. Orange eye juice splattered all over it's face, and I took the chance to run in and stab my sword deep into it's chest after jumping up to reach it. It roared and puffed out it's chest, knocking me off and shooting my sword out. Henri appeared from the shadows behind it and climbed up it's back. I clambered to my feet and sprinted up to my sword, a son of Ares right next to me, wielding a shotgun. I grabbed my sword and slipped away as the Ares Camper fired a shot into the monster as Henri struggled up it's back. It roared and slammed down on the shotgunner, then hurled him into the air and batted him back into the ground, sending blood spraying all over it's legs.

"NO!" a daughter of Ares shouted, rushing the beast with a greatsword.

Before she could reach it, Henri slit the monster's throat and it spasmed wildly before falling down - right on top of the wounded camper.

"Jorge!" the daughter of Ares yelled, running towards the monster, which was turning into gold dust that floated away.

I grabbed a few handfuls of the dust and shoved them into my zip pocket on my jeans. Who knows, it might be useful? I saw a few others who arrived right as the fight ended copy me, but the epic of the action was gone, claimed by me. I turned my attention to the son of Ares. His body was bent in unnatural ways, and bones were jutting out of his body, shattered and bloody. His body and the ground around it were crimson red. His half-sister reached him and grabbed him, shaking his shoulders and begging him to wake up. A lump formed it my throat, but I managed to speak through it.

"He's gone." I said, surprised at how emotionless I sounded.

"No! He can't be! Please no!" she cried.

"I'm sorry." I said.

She ignored me and called for a medic. Glen, the tall, tanned leader of the Apollo Cabin rushed over, crouched down by the dead camper, and worked quickly, carrying out several checks for signs of life. But he just shook his head.

"No. You're lying!" the Ares girl - Jule, I think it was - yelled.

"I felt him die." Henri said.

"No! No!" Jule cried, burying her head in her hands.

'Since when were Ares kids so emotional?' I thought, but quickly scolded myself for being so heartless.

"What happened here?" Chiron asked, riding up to the scene.

He saw what had happened.

"Oh." he said.


After a while, the funeral and burning of the shroud had been arranged, and Jule consoled as well as possible given what had just happened. After that, a quest was started.

"What was the thing that killed him?" Chiron asked.

"I'm not sure... Nothing we've ever seen before." I reported.

"Then we need to find out. Is there a way of tracking it?" Chiron asked.

"This gold dust floated off towards Miami. We could follow it?" I suggested.

"Did anyone get any of this gold dust?" Chiron asked.

"I did." I replied.

"Then you shall lead the quest." Chiron declared, "You know where the Oracle lives?"

"I do. I'll... go get a prophecy..." I said, shocked.

I had been given a quest, a quest that seemed very important. I couldn't believe it. I know it's because I had collected some of the gold dust and answered Chiron's questions, but still... I forced myself to concentrate, and headed the the Oracle's cave.

A/N: Dunh dunh dunh! Hope you enjoyed, please leave a review.