So, to any loyal fans of this story out there (if you exist) I will try to keep updating twice every weekend, but I won't give any guarantees for the next three weeks, as I have mock exams. Why, oh why did I skip a grade and take so many subjects?

Leo's pov

We landed with a painful thump on cold, stone walkways, in a pitch black tunnel.

"Where the hell are we?" I asked, setting my hand on fire.

"Western, underground tunnels." she replied, her voice cutting through the gloom, grabbing an unlit torch from its bracket on the wall.

"The western tunnels collapsed hundreds of years ago." I said "the Hephaestus cabin has been excavating the eastern tunnels, so could you explain?"

"Before I tell you, you have to swear on the Styx that you will tell nobody, this is an Ares X-file." She said threateningly.

"Um...I swear." I said uncertainly as she held a rather sharp sword to my throat. Unsettlingly far above us thunder rumbled.

As she lit the torch on my burning hand she began walking and talking "Well then, you should remember that approximately five hundred years ago your cabin rediscovered an entrance to the maze of ancient tunnels that run under camp half-blood. Around the same time my cabin discovered a different entrance. Of course, both cabins claimed ownership, blah, blah, blah. To cut a long story short a huge underground battle took place, a tunnel collapsed, separating the east and the west."

"So why does your cabin remember, and mine not?" I asked confused. I mean, come on, surely we were more intelligent than them?

"Oh my friend, you should know by now, the Ares cabin never forgets a grudge." she said laughing, the firelight causing her eyes to glow with a maniac gleam. "Anyway, this is where we keep our underground conference rooms, our secret weapon reserves; tanks, automatic weapons, you name it, we got it. In fact, I'm pretty sure we have an outdated nuclear weapon down here too."

"Wait, what?" I shouted.

"Don't worry, we haven't figured out how to use it yet." She replied, pulling her hood down. "My cabin is a little technology challenged."

We continued walking for several minutes, and I was becoming increasingly sure that we were lost. "So, do you know where we're going?" I asked hopefully.

"Not really, I just figured if we keep walking we'll end up somewhere I'm familiar with." is she insane? "There, see I know where we are."

"Are you sure?" I asked, hoisting the heavy, squirming plant higher on my shoulder.

"Yeah, we're actually pretty close to my room."

"You have underground rooms too?" I asked

"Oh yeah" laughing, she continued "I mean, our cabin's got to have some sort of consolation for being universally loathed and despised. We don't sleep in them though, according to our past leaders it's an invasion risk, apparently, if we get attacked we won't be able to defend ourselves down here." with a final chuckle she pressed her palm into a small, red symbol in the wall.

A series of doors appeared in the wall, and she moved to one with the least damage, and pulled it open. With a small theatrical bow she said "Welcome to Chez Christie, nothing is clean, everything can explode; you have been warned."

The walls were covered in weapons, old and new. I dumped the shrub on the floor, gave it a kick for good measure, and then walked over to a particularly well-crafted spear, made entirely of celestial bronze, which held pride of place on the wall. "What's this?" I asked?

"Oh, I found that down here." she replied "I really wish I could use it, but it's way too heavy for me."

An awkward silence filled the room, so in an attempt to break it I walked over to the bedside table, and picked up a photograph, with a smiling red headed woman who held a smiling, bucktoothed young girl. "Is this you?" I questioned, holding it towards her.

"Yeah" she remarked, a faint, nostalgic smile gracing her lips "Me and my Mum, she died when I was twelve." She continued, the corners of her mouth falling.

"Oh." I said softly, at a loss for words, until the words rushed out of my mouth in a speedy torrent. "Mine too, when I was eight." I put my arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her as she sat down on the bed.

"How?" she questioned, leaning her head into my shoulder, and placing her hand on my other shoulder.

"Fire." I stated, my voice cracking.

"Oh," she replied, seeming to understand "mine died in a car crash." She said, a tiny, sadistic chuckle leaving her lips. "yeah, that was when I really went off the rails," she continued "I ran away from home, discovered the wonderful world of weaponry, got into fights, I was surprisingly advanced for a twelve year old girl. I pretty much lived on the street until Archer found me and brought me here. That was three years ago now, it seems a lot longer somehow."

We sat in silence, neither one knowing exactly what to say, simply taking comfort from each other's presence until sleep overcame us.

Yeah, so I was rereading the Lost Hero, and I came across the part which said the Hephaestus cabin was excavating tunnels beneath Camp half blood, and I figured I could use that, so yeah.

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