Hehe. I think I have been reading too much Alex Rider. I re-read the first chapter and was like "This is exactly what I would have expected from an Alex Rider book." Any Alex Rider fans out there? –raises hand- I might make an Alex rider fanfic, later though. I have only read up to Scorpia. When I finish the series, I'll be sure to tell you about it.

Piper's POV.

"Woooohooooo!" I heard someone yell. I looked to see someone spike the volleyball over the net and right to the ground. But at the last second, the other team's player bumped it up to the setter. The setter set the ball backwards and the other team bumped it back. The ball landed in the furthermost corner of the court. I cheered along with everyone from the Aphrodite, Ares, Apollo, and Hephaestus team. The game was over. Our team had won.

The players went off to celebrate. I suspected they would go to the Aphrodite cabin for the after party. One of the players yanked backwards and tripped everyone behind him. He got up as quickly as he had tripped and yelled, "Run!"

I quickly saw what he was talking about. Hundreds of soldiers were marching along the camp border. They had tanks. A lot of them were even crossing the border. When they did, they came running at us. I turned and ran. Fast was the goal. Fast was what could keep me alive. Gotta move. Gotta leave. Run.

A strong hand gripped my elbow. I tried to yank free, but turned around by the force of the soldier. I couldn't see his face properly, but I just looked to where I assumed the eyes would be.

"You don't want to hurt us. Just turn around and go home." I sweetly charmspeaked him.

His grip tightened on me. He dragged me away. I dug my heels in the ground and refused to be taken away like this. Many other demigods were being taken too.

"Stop! I order you to stop this madness!"

When I used power like that, most people would immediately do what I had just said. But this soldier just gripped me more and said, "You rats don't deserve to order."

His voice shivered up my spine. What did this remind me of it? The soldier dragged me away from the volleyball court. I saw a lot of other campers being dragged away too. I looked back to the soldier, tanks, and… World War Two trucks? What was this?

A booming voice, I guess from one of the tanks, yelled, "Round 'em up! Take every single one! Show no mercy!"

The soldier holding me got out some shiny handcuffs and handcuffed my hands together. He took out his gun and kept prodding me with it while shoving me into the truck. I stumbled and fell face first into the bed of the truck. Other kids toppled on top of me and I struggled to get on my feet. I rushed to the front and saw four figures in the distance. Two of them were running to the other two. I saw one of the soldiers glance at them and throw a grenade to the ones running. I didn't know who the demigods were, but a few tears slipped from my eyes. A soldier pushed me backwards and I landed on one of the younger children. He began to cry, and not from me falling on him. I glared back at the soldier.

"Bastard." I spat.

A slapped me hard across the face. I held that position for a few moments, not being able to move my head. I'm sure that I had the mark of the hand on my face. The little kid looked up at me and said, "Bastard? What's a bastard?"

I clamped my hand over his mouth. "A word you do not need to use. Promise me you'll never use it?"

I held out my pinky finger. He looked at me with wide eyes and looped his pinky through mine. I smiled. "What's your name?"

"Will Smith."

Weird name. Who names their kid Will Smith? "How old are you?"

"Six."

"Who is your godly parent?"

"You mean my dad? Well, I think his name started with an 'A' but that is all I can remember."

I looked at his features. He had bright red hair that shone like the sun and bright blue eyes that you would think couldn't hurt anybody. He had a splatter of freckles across his face, and his front teeth were crooked. He was the perfect face for Happy Little Boys magazine.

"Apollo."

"That's it!"

I smiled and hugged his shoulders. I don't know why, but I felt a strange connection with this little kid. I knew I couldn't let anything hurt him. He was too young.

I heard him say, "Why are they doing this?"

I sighed and looked out the open back. The bars covered the whole backside, and I could barely fit my hand through. Dust was kicking up on the farm road. What if we rode through the city? Surely someone would notice us. Soldiers in tanks were behind us, and I saw the soldier that slapped me. I stuck my tongue out at him and went back into the truck.

The truck had maybe twenty demigods in it. And that was ten demigods too big. Everyone was cramped on the seat and the floor. I saw some familiar faces among them, Drew and the new Hispanic kid. Cleo? Or was it Leo? Will looked up at me, waiting for my answer.

"Will. I don't know."

"But-but-" Will began to cry again. Tears kept coming down his face and wouldn't stop. I glanced around and saw that most people were crying too. I had to admit I was too. Just a few minutes ago, we were watching a friendly volleyball game. I pulled Will tighter and he gripped my shirt. I could feel his shaking sobs on my shoulder and it didn't help.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see the Hispanic kid looking over me.

"I know."

I looked at him like he was crazy. "You know what happened out there? How?"

"When I was being dragged away, I overheard some of the soldiers talking."

"What did they say?" Most of the kids were silent now. Even Will swallowed down his sobs.

"They said 'Finally, revenge. Can't wait to see where they are going. We'll be heading to California for the others tomorrow' Then, when we were being loaded on the truck, my soldier said 'World War Two all over again. Isn't that what he said?' and then I didn't hear anything else."

My face paled. World War Two… no. This can't be happening. No, no. I understood now. They had stormed our camp. They had taken us away. They were going to kill us. This was a replica of World War Two, but instead of the ones watching movies about it, we were the ones being taken away. Why us? Were we the Jewish people this time? Could we hide? Did any others escape? I grabbed Will's shoulders more tightly. Are we being taken to… concentration camps? No, I would make an escape, even if I had to risk my own life. Wait, what did they say about California?

I was thrown to the side of the truck with Will on top of me. My head hit the side of a bench. Everyone had fallen down and seemed dazed. Did the truck just make a sharp turn? I heard the motor being turned off and the stomping of heavy shoes outside.

Leo was the first to stand up. He looked out the bars and gasped. He turned back to us with a pale face and scared eyes and said, "Everybody, hide!"

A/N: Sorry if it was optimistic/pessimistic. I was listening to If You're Going Through Hell while writing this. Great song! Well… for country people. It was short, but I didn't want to add another P.O.V. Stay tuned for next chapter- it will be in a while. I HAVE to update the Son of Neptune and The Prophecy Comes True. Review!