Sorry about any errors in here. I didn't send it to my beta.

Clarisse POV:

I opened my eyes to see my hands chained to a stone wall. My feet were dangling a few inches above the ground. It looked like we were in a stone castle, judging by the decor. I glanced to my sides; there were two thrones to my left, and a large door on my right. The thrones had golden treasures surrounding them, and large banners hanging over them. I had a bad feeling we were captured by an immortal.

Little Nico stirred beside me. "Wh-where are we?"

"I honestly have no clue."

There's nobody in here except the kids and Prissy. No Travis anywhere.

Oh, gods. What if they took him? That would actually be pretty good for me, but not for Connor. Now that he knows Travis is his brother, he would be devastated. As much as I hate the Stolls, I had to save Travis. Gods, I'm going to regret this.

After a few minutes, Percy, Annabeth, and Connor woke up. We tried everything we could to get the chains off of our hands, but nothing worked. I was not going to give up that easily.

"Annabeth, push your dagger out of its holster using your foot," I told her.

She struggled and struggled, but eventually got most of it out.

I slid my foot out of my combat boot. I used the opposite foot to take off the sock. I tried to grab the handle of her dagger with my foot, but stopped when I heard a commanding voice.

"Just what are you doing, miss?"

I looked up to see a man at the door. He looked at us with a blank stare, though by his face he was angry.

"Where's my brother?" Connor spat at him. He tossed and turned, trying to get out of his shackles, but screamed in frustration when he failed.

"That fine young man is with my daughter," he replied, as though it was obvious.

Percy's eyes widened. "What do you mean? Why would he be with your daughter?"

"I bet your daughter's an ugly oompa-loompa, who lounges around eating doughnuts all day. And—" Connor tried to continue insulting the man, but I interrupted him.

"Connor, be quiet, we're talking."

He glared at me then looked down at the floor.

"Anyways," the man said. "He's getting ready. My daughter is so lucky to have such a wonderful fiancé."

Connor's head jolted towards him. "Fiancé? What the—"

"Connor! No cursing." I chided him. I was about to say the same thing, but five year olds shouldn't be saying it. "He doesn't want a fiancé; he doesn't even have a girlfriend!"

"Yes, he does. Veronica is his beautiful fiancée, and they will get married in a few hours. You've been out for a long time, you know."

Annabeth studied him. "What's your name? You can't possibly be this rich." Her eyes stopped at the pile of golden things at the thrones.

"I am Hymen, God of marriages, inspiring feasts, and song. My daughter has been searching for the right guy forever, and now she's persuaded that she's found him."

I couldn't help but laugh. Percy joined me.

"Travis? The perfect husband?" Percy said between laughs. "Yeah, he's the perfect husband…if you love hoboes!"

"S-Sometimes," I started to say, "He forgets to brush his teeth and shower. He told me that, I'm not lying!"

How could any chick be attracted to Travis? She must be weird. Not like us, weird, but weird weird.

The god gave us a look us annoyance and put up his hand. "Enough. The weddings in a while. I will take off your shackles and handcuff you to the bench in the choir room. It'll be lovely for Veronica, and if you…misbehave, then you will face the consequences."

"What's the consequence? Listening to Justin Bieber songs?" I spat. The guy was the god of songs…

"I like to do things the old-fashioned way. You know, using a guillotine, and hanging by your necks." Hymen smiled wickedly. "I suggest you be good."

"What's a golowtin?" Nico asked.

"Guillotine. It is a device used for carrying out executions by decapitation, or cutting peoples' head off. An angled blade is released by a pulley system and dropped forcefully onto a person's head. They would be chained to the device so they couldn't move out of the way." Annabeth said. She paused and looked at Percy with a confused expression. "H-How did I know that?"

The first thing that came to my mind was that they could still have their powers. Nico shadow-traveled the others, Annabeth knows things from the top of her head, and Connor, let's not hope that he had his powers.

Hymen clapped his hands. "Very good, Miss Chase. Now, I will go help my daughter and her fiancé get ready, be good little captives and don't make too much noise." He walked out, his footsteps echoing throughout the room, and we only had hours to make a plan.

Travis' POV:

Two guards held me down, one on my left and one on my right. I twisted and turned to be released from their grasp, but they were strong. Like, Beckendorf strong.

"Hold still!" Another guard ordered from behind me as he pulled a white shirt over my head.

I threw myself to a side and the guards toppled down with me, the shirt only halfway on.

"Don't be a pain!" A guard pulled the shirt backwards and it choked me. I spit in his face and smiled.

"Why would Miss Veronica want this boy of all people?" One questioned. He rolled his eyes and tied my black, polished shoes.

I didn't know who this Veronica was, and I didn't really want to. She must've been the princess of the place; everyone said wonderful things about her.

I was going to be as much of a pain as possible, which would be fairly easy. I would just have to imagine them all as Katie. I always annoyed her, and it was really fun, except she was much prettier than those goons.

It took twenty minutes to get my suit on, since I kept throwing myself on the ground and ripping the tie off. When a guard slapped me, I finally decided to behave, for now. Boy, was I going to give them hell…