Alrighty. So, it has been a while since I updated and to be honest, I kind of forgot. I had a REALLY busy summer and I didn't do much writing, but I'm doing more now, so expect to see more. Thank you all so, so, so much for reading and reviewing.

Oh, and don't forget to vote in the comments who you ship Peter with! The vote WILL change the ending of the whole series.

Again, thanks for reading, everyone!

~Alex

I didn't really dream while I was asleep, but I more just kind of relived the times I had used my powers. The feeling I had. That sense of extreme power that I felt every time except the last one. The time in Ares cabin. It was the opposite sense of power and carnage that I felt in the hummer and I felt in the gym. It was a sense of calm. A sense of peace. Like I was sucking all of the conflict out of the room.

All of that thinking only made me more curious as to where I belonged here. Hermes didn't want me. Hephaestus tried to kill me. Ares almost did kill me. I was positive that I didn't belong any of those places anyway. I was thinking about controlling the fire from the flame throwers. It was so easy. That was the feeling of power again. I could have forced the flames down to the fuel source and wherever that was would have exploded. I didn't though and it felt like I was holding myself back. Whatever kind of reflex or autopilot that came on when I used the powers I had, needed to be gained control of.

When I did wake up, which didn't take much, I woke up to a face that surprised me more than any other emotion. It was Jillian. She looked at me concernedly until she saw that I was awake, when her concern turned to confusion then to panic then to resentment.

"It's about time you woke up. You've been out for 45 minutes." She said with a scoff. I nodded and sat up a little, my arm aching which made me cringe. I looked down at myself and found that I was wearing an orange camp shirt. I pushed aside the sentimentality of the moment and looked at my arm, pushing my sleeve up to reveal a thin white scar. "Nectar. Drink of the gods." She said quietly. I looked back at her, fixing my sleeve.

"You okay?" I asked in an equal tone of quiet. She nodded, taking a deep breath. "Good. I apologize for the…whatever the hell that was." In a typical situation, I would have made some sort of sarcastic comment, but when I was so confused like this, I just wasn't in the mood. I took a moment to rub the sleep from my eyes then looked at her again.

"It was the Ares Cabin security system. My cousin told me about it." She said with a nod. I was surprised how nice she seemed to be acting. I was expecting a lot of yelling. Not quiet conversation. "I think all of the cabins have security systems, varying in…severity."

"Well, 3 down. 17 to go." I said, chuckling quietly. Jillian laughed quietly as well and I smiled at her.

"My question is why would you trigger them?" She asked, standing up from her chair next to my bed. I briefly felt scared that she was going to suspect me of something and kill me, but she refrained from doing that. I was pleased.

"I honestly don't know. I just…I just wish that I had a cabin to sleep in." I said with a sigh, pushing the covers off.

"Well, I would welcome you into Ares, but I don't think that my dad would be…pleased." Jillian said with a sigh.

"It's okay. I still have tons of cabins left to get kicked out of." I said, feeling a little more comfortable. She smiled and then paced at the foot of my bed for a few moments. She seemed to be debating something internally and I decided to interrupt the conversation. "Can I ask you a question?" She looked at me in slight surprise then nodded.

"Yeah, but I uh…I guess I have one after yours." She said, leaning over the foot of my bed.

"Well, you talk about your cousin and I'm curious if—"

"She's my cousin and my half-sister. Ares slept with my mom and my aunt. No, not at the same time."" She said, looking annoyed. I paused and looked at her in mild surprise.

"Well, I was actually going to ask if there was a special title for that. Like…cousin, once removed or something like that." I said before cracking a smile. She smiled back and then looked down. She really was kind of pretty. It's not obvious until she smiles. Then it's impossible to miss.

"Sorry." She said quietly. "That question just…gets kind of old after a while, you know?"

"Yeah…I get that really well, actually." I said with a sigh.

"What do you mean?" She asked wearily.

"Well, my mom used to be a boxer and then she learned judo and she became really successful in MMA fighting. And she's kind of…" I made a gesture of flexing slightly. "big and scary and so a lot of—"

"Wait…Everett. As in…Debra 'The destroyer?'" She asked in surprise. I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, wow. The fan." I said with a chuckle.

"Clarisse had a bunch of her fights recorded and we used to watch them together." Jillian said with a grin. I nodded and carefully reached into my back pocket retrieving my wallet.

"Here…" I said as I slid a picture out of its space in my wallet. "Is a picture of me and her on uh…Pike's Peak, I think." Jillian took it and held it gingerly in her hand, looking at it.

"Wait, until Clarisse hears about this…" Jillian murmured with a wide grin on her face. She handed me back the picture and then took a deep breath, grinning to herself up until the point that she realized she was grinning to herself. Then she stopped. "I didn't mean to gush."

"No, no. I'd taking some gushing fan over some toolbox asking if she's a lesbian." I said with a sigh as I put my wallet back and swung my legs off the side of the bed.

"They do realize that she gave birth to you, right?" Jillian asked. I rolled my eyes.

"You'd think. And besides, I'm not sure when having a gay mom was used as an insult." I said with a shrug. "I mean, that sounds like it should be offensive, but the 'gay' insult and the 'your mom' insult just kind of cancel each other out."

"Well, I'd still probably punch out the lights of whoever said it." She added. I laughed.

"Been there. Done that." I said. She laughed, too. I stood just as the infirmary door opened. Lindsey stood there and looked at my bed then Jillian then me before quickly moving and hugging me tightly.

"Oh, my gods, I was so worried!" She said quietly. I raised an eyebrow and hesitantly hugged her back.

"You were?" I asked as she pulled away. She looked me in the eye and nodded. "Why?"

"Well…Because I don't know anyone else here. And you were trapped in there." She said quietly. "Not in that order, but—"

"Hey, I'm okay, now, so don't worry." I said with a comforting tone.

"Wow…" Jillian mumbled, rolling her eyes and walking away. "I'll see you around, Everett." She said before walking out the door and slamming it.

"I don't like her." Lindsey said with a sigh.

"She's growing on me." I said with a smile. I stared at the door for a second before I looked back at Lindsey.

"Oh, I've been doing some thinking." She said with a smile. She took my arm and then led us out of the Big house. "Okay, so I was thinking about when you controlled that storm and when you exploded and I think I know who your dad is."

"What? How?" I followed closely and soon we were in front of the Zeus cabin. "Oh, no, no, no. Not happening. I'm not going in there."

"Think about it. You can control storms. You can explode. I mean, is it possible you struck yourself with lightning?"

"No, because I can't summon lightning. Lindsey, I almost got killed by Ares' cabin. I will get killed by Zeus'" I said, shaking my head. "I'm not going to do it."

"Peter, why not? You shouldn't have to worry because this is your cabin." She said, shoving me toward the cabin. "And even if it's not, we are in the middle of a magic camp with healers and ambrosia and nectar. If you die, it will be impressive." I thought for a second and then nodded. She did have a point. It's possible that Zeus just didn't claim me because of the oath. The feeling of power would be similar to Zeus.

"Alright. Just…stay back." I said quietly as I started toward the cabin. It was impressive how large the cabin was. It was very imposing and as I walked in, I could feel this sense of energy humming through the air. Nothing happened at first which made me even more nervous, but as I reached the middle of the cabin, the air calmed down. It was quiet. I breathed a sigh of relief and I was glad that I had finally found a place.

"Lindsey! Lindsey!" I shouted out as I was heading out of the cabin. Then the door slammed shut. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. Wind started blowing and I heard thunder rumble loudly, shaking the whole cabin. I started looking around for some way out or somewhere to hide, but I realized that there was nothing to hide from. Just wind.

"You DARE to enter my territory!" A voice boomed like thunder, making me think that I might be talking to something pretty big.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—" Suddenly the thunder stopped and I watched as the cabin seemed to vanish around me. The wind picked up again and I looked to find that I was in the middle of the sky. Thankfully, I wasn't falling, but breathing was not very easy. I looked down toward the ground and saw the Long Island sound off to my right and right below me was Camp.

"Vanish from my company! Miscreant!" The voice rumbled and I looked up to see storm clouds forming. Suddenly, there was a flash of light and I felt pain. I felt like I was on fire, which was no strange thing for me, but the pain I felt as I was struck by lightning was hard to describe. Another flash of light and another fractional second wave of extreme pain. My vision was blurry. My lungs were struggling to work correctly. My heart was beating faster than it ever had before. One more flash of light, but this time it rocketed me toward the ground. I was a smoking ball of human hurtling toward the middle of camp at breakneck speeds. Whatever I needed to do to not become a puddle in the dirt, I needed to do fast. I thought through my known abilities and none of them looked plausible. Unless, I wanted to create a mini-volcano and land in it. Except one.

I thought for a second and tried to not focus on the immense pain or the fact that I could barely breathe or the fact that I could feel my heart beating in my brain. I tried to focus on the wind. Wind spiraling around me, lifting me into the air. I tried to manipulate it, but every time I did, my brain would start screaming at me to focus on the other things that were going on. The rapidly approaching ground. The pain in my chest. I broke through the clouds and kept the spread my limbs out as best I could to try and slow my descent, but nothing was working.

I wasn't sure how far up I still was, but my odds had not improved. I was still going to be a blood smear on the dirt outside of Zeus cabin. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths and finally managed to get out of my head and imagine the wind. I was watching it slap against my body and I manage to command it. Order it into a spiral below me. It touched down on the ground and it seemed to grow straight at me, spinning rapidly, picking up objects like dirt and sticks and t-shirts. I closed my eyes and braced for impact, but instead was grasped loosely and weakly by the cyclone I had formed. I kept falling, but it was pushing me back up, cancelling out some of my momentum. Suddenly, I landed and everything went black.