Okay, I've finally updated! I'm sorry, I've been so busy, but that's really no excuse. Here we go, with the eleventh chapter! Enjoy!

Chad

The week went on, and besides a few strange looks from Annabeth, I started getting along with her pretty well. She was kind of intense about a lot of things, but occasionally, when she was with Percy, she would laugh and let loose a little. I could see why Percy liked her-she was pretty, and smart, and knew how to get stuff done. I, however, could never put up with all her seriousness. And since Percy's a pretty laid-back guy, I don't see how he did it. Love conquers all, I guess.

Anyway, there weren't any other, er, supernatural happenings that week. Annabeth chilled out with us, or at the library, I hung out with Jenna some, we studied. Then, my mom called.

"Chad! I can't believe I haven't seen you in weeks!" She exclaimed when I answered my cell.

"I know. How are you and Dad?" Between Psych and Greek gods, I hadn't really had time to talk to my parents.

"Oh, we're just fine, just fine. What about you? How is school?"

"Um, it's good. Kind of hard, but I'm managing."

My mom continued to ask me questions about everything and anything involving college and New York, until she finally ran out of ideas fifteen minutes later.

This happened while we were in the dorm, and Annabeth was out getting coffee. After I hung up, Percy smiled. "She had a lot to talk about, huh?" he commented.

"She always does. It's worse now that I'm away."

Percy shrugged. "Figures. I think most parents are like that."

"Except you," I said. "You haven't had a single phone call from your mom."

"Well, yeah. My mom lives in the city." He didn't continue.

After a second of silence I got up the balls to ask, "Who's your dad, anyway? One of the, um, gods?"

Percy nodded. "Yep. One of them."

I waited for a second before I realized he wasn't saying anything else. "Yeah, which one?" I pushed it.

He looked at me intently. "Have you been doing any research on mythology in the past few weeks?"

I looked down and laughed. "Yeah, a little bit. I'm curious."

He nodded. "Figures. Come on."

He got out of his bed then, and opened the door. I quickly stood up and followed him into the hall. He walked down the corridor until he reached the bathrooms and showers. He went in, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then opened a shower door. I was kind of hanging back, confused, and also a bit weirded out.

"Do you want to see, or not?" Percy asked.

I gingerly walked across the gray tile floor, making sure to avoid wet spots, and then stood outside the shower he was in.

Percy stepped up so that he was right under the shower head. He reached forward and, still fully clothed, turned the knob.

Water came rushing out, and Percy glanced up at it. Then, right as the first drops would have hit him, they inexplicably veered to the side and avoided him completely, leaving him dry. When the water hit the ground, it went around his shoes, totally defying the gravity that should have pulled it into the drain he stood on. The water just pooled there until Percy turned off the shower, jumped over the huge puddle, and then looked at it. Quickly, all of the water was sucked down the drain, and the drops on the edge of the shower and all over the ground were also drawn to it. In a matter of seconds, the shower was entirely dry, as was Percy.

"Dude-how-" I sputtered. He just grinned.

"Pretty cool, huh? Can you think of who my dad might be now?"

I stopped staring and considered for a moment, trying to remember the names and powers of the Greek gods I'd looked up online.

"Poseidon." I finally recalled.

"That's the one." He replied. "I can also breathe under water."

Aleka

Aleka was not in a good mood.

She rubbed her temple as she addressed the boy standing in front of her. "So she hit you, took your weapon, and you didn't fight back?"

Aleka's voice was calm, revealing no emotion. This scared the boy. "No, ma'am, you see-I made a pass at her, and she was fast-crazy fast! I didn't know what I was dealing with. I was told that she was more of a thinker than a fighter, but man, if she thinks better than she fights, we're really up against something!"

Aleka sighed. "You're dismissed." She told the boy. "And since you lost a celestial bronze weapon, you will not be participating in the ambush of Camp Half-Blood."

The boy's mouth dropped, and he started arguing. "What? That's not fair! You can't-"

"Be grateful that is your only punishment," Aleka said in a deadly quiet voice.

Dejected, the boy walked out. In fact, after leaving her tent, he continued out of the camp and through the woods, until he found a road and started making his way back to his home.

Later in the day, there was another request for entrance to Aleka's tent. She's been holed up inside, pacing, cursing, and then strategizing. She reluctantly said, "Come in," praying it would be good news but expecting it would not be.

In walked a tall, thin, limber girl with long black hair and Asian-tinted eyes. "Hi, Aleka."

"Alice," Aleka whispered. Then, louder, she continued. "Alice, you're here!"

Alice grinned. "Yep, and I've got a present for you."

She lifted the flap of the tent, and Aleka approached it. She could see a group of her campers gathered around something. She went out and pushed them aside. Muttering excitedly, they moved. So that Aleka could see a huge bundle full of bronze weapons. They were made by the children of Hephaestus, and excellent arms. Aleka turned to Alice.

"Perfect."

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-Jenna!