So so so so SO sorry I disappeared! I just finished my best story, Camp Half Titan, and I have chapter 2 of the sequel already written out! (Not a sequel to this story; to the Camp Half Titan one) I will try to be more active on this story now, I swear! I deleted all my SYOC's, contests, and sucky stories!

D: Never owned it, never will.

AJ's POV

Whoa. Just whoa. Was I just claimed by Poseidon? People kept staring at Mac and I, as if thinking that we were freaks.

"AJ, Mac." Chiron said, pulling me out of my trance "Can I see you in my office?"

I stood up, and looked at Will. He looked up at me and grinned like a mainiac. Then I looked at Ray, and he gave me a smile of encouragement. I tried to lock eyes with Eme, but she seemed interested in what her pice of pizza was doing, so I went on.

"I think it is clear that you two are in the prophesy." Chiron told us.

"Yeah, but what do we do?" Mac asked, confused.

"Well, who is leading the quest?"

I felt like I needed to. I did volunteer, right. Mac apparently had other ideas.

"I am." we said in unison.

This wouldn't end well, I thought. Mac was competative, more so than most.

"I think I would be best." Mac said calmly.

"No, I would. Chiron, I will lead it."

"No," she said sternly "I'm going to."

"No!"

"Why not!"

"Because your a girl!"

"Oh you did NOT just go there!" She waves her finger at me.

"Quiet!" Chiron snapped. "How about you both lead it?"

"Fine." we said together and sat down in some chairs.

"So who else comes?" Mac asked.

"Well, look at the prophesy." he started "One with the hounds-"

"Has to be Ray, right?" I asked.

"Right." he stated.

"And, son of blood and war?" Mac asked.

"Probably Will."

"And daughter of song-" I started, then it hit me. Eme's dad was Apollo. But the daughter of song, in accordance with the prophecy, will be hurt the most.

"Eme?" Mac questioned.

"Not Eme!" I said, louder than I hopped.

"It can be any other Apollo camper." Chiron reminded us "It could be Caroline-"

"No!" we said. Anybody but Caroline.

"Let's ask Ray and Will." Mac recommended "To see what they think."

I walked out of the office to see Will with his head pressed against the door. Ray was standing nearby, acting innocent.

"Williams, Jones, in here now!" I commanded. I wasn't much of a commander, but it made me feel cool.

We quickly filled them in on the quest, and they agreeded to come. Then we brought up Eme.

"Well, we can't just leave her here!" Will said.

"Yeah, but she will be hurt the most." Ray reminded him.

"All I know is this:" Will started. "One, it says that she will be hurt the most, but we don't know what that means. Two, Eme has a ton of advantages over most of the other Apollo campers. And three, she's kind of bipolar and would kill us if we didn't ask her to come"

Well, I couldn't argue with that.

"Okay, we can take Eme. We just have to watch out for her, okay?" Mac said.

"But," I added "don't tell her we are looking out for her because then she would start to cry thinking that she is the weak link. Agreed?"

"Agreed." they all said.

"Okay. I'll go get Eme."

LINE BREAK

I jogged up to the Apollo cabin and knocked on the door. I stared into sky blue eyes, surrounded by pale skin with almost white blonde hair surrounding her face.

"Caroline." I started "Can I talk to Eme?"

"Why?" she asked, batting her eyes.

"I needed to talk to her about the quest." I responded, not looking her in the eye. She may be a daughter of Apollo, but she looked like a miniature Aphrodite.

"Why her?" she asked, snarling "She can't do anything. I could help you! Watch this" then, she belted a high E with a perfect vabrato, making me want to do anything she said. I quickly snapped out of it.

"Just let me see Eme," I demanded.

"Fine," she pouted. I waited for a few seconds, and then Eme stepped out.

"Hey Eme!" I said "Whats up?"

"Teen pregnancy rates," she responded. Leave it to Eme to say something like that.

"Haha," I sarcasticly said "how are you?"

"I'm fine! I really like my cabin! But not Caroline. She reminds me of Annie from school. A Pop. They annoy me. You know what else annoyes me? People who wear shorty shorts to school. They might as well be walking around in denim underwear. Gross thought! Something else that's gross is when Èponine dies in Les Miserables. There was so much blood! She's my dream role though. But the saddest death in that show is Gavroche's. Now that I think about it, Gavroche sounds like a German potato salad. You know like if we were going to a picnic it would be like 'You bring the brownies, I'll bring the Gavroche'. I think the term brownie is racist, you know? Maybe we should call them brunetties. One time-"

"Eme, will you go on the quest with me!" I yelled.

"Yes!" she squealed. She ran in her cabin with out another word.

And to be honest, I have no idea what the heck she just said. I'll never understand the mind of and Eme.

So, this was written by TeamPiper. *Hits my head* Writers block got the best of me. *Slumps in chair*

R&R Please.