"Wait, fiddling as in messing with? Meddling with?" Lizzie broke the silence.

"Well, the definition of fiddling with is-" Annabeth paused when she saw Lizzie's look. "Okay, but yeah, messing with." Lizzie didn't realise that Annabeth had followed her out.

"But who could possibly do that? No one else has lightning powers, except...Jason. But Jason's not evil." Hazel said. Piper nodded. "Of course not." She rubbed her hand across her boyfriend's back. Lizzie nodded in agreement.

"Then, why?" She asked. Apollo scratched his chin. "Maybe I took the wrong ones from my bag and mixed them up with arrows from the camp store. Zeus does give me and Artermis a few arrows with some electricity in them." He did look unconvinced with his explanation though.

There was a slight clapping of thunder and Apollo rolled his eyes and muttered what sounded like 'paranoid old man' to Lizzie.

"I'll take it to Chiron and check my bag too. Don't worry too much." Apollo said as he grabbed the arrows carefully before leaving the place, leaving the campers to mutter among themselves.

"Or maybe someone's messing with us." Lizzie muttered.

Jason looked glum. "Look guys...whatever that was, it was not me."

"Jason." Piper said in a firm voice as Lizzie, Annabeth and Hazel gathered around them." Whatever it is, we trust that you are not behind it. We wouldn't even doubt you."

Jason gave her a slight smile. "Are you sure you aren't using charmspeak, Pipes?"

Piper smiled. "Absolutely not. I love you too much to do that."

Lizzie smiled at her friends. "Come on guys, lets go find Leo, Frank and Nico and we can hang out in my cabin. We can talk about a less depressing topic like Capture the Flag. It's more fun to talk about kicking the opponent's ass after all. And I'm going to take a nap before dinner. I could use some rest."

If she had to worry about someone causing trouble, it had better wait till capture the flag was over that night , or she would certainly have a few words not meant for a layman dictionary waiting for them.

.

.

.

Looks like even afternoon naps could be trouble.

Lizzie was in a dark room. Forget dark, it was pitch black, and there was total silence, eerie and quiet.

"Hello?" She called out.

"Well, if it isn't the little demigoddes."

Lizzie whipped her head around, but there was no sign of anyone else in the chamber with her.

"Who are you?" She asked, keeping her voice steady.

"Well, I'm not sure disclosing my identity would be part of the plan my dear."

Lizzie glared into the dark. "Well it won't be part of your plan either if I happen to must find you and send you to Tartarus, won't I?"

There was a series of chuckles.

"How amusing, Lizzie Jackson. But no, I won't be sent to Tartarus. At least not until I have had my revenge on the Olympians."

"Revenge? What revenge?"

"Centuries of humiliation, shame, my dear. Though I did have my revenge in the past, it that's not enough. The Olympians have done me wrong more than just once."

"What in Hades are you trying to tell me?"

"Patience, demigoddes. I'm not telling you anything. Actually maybe I am disclosing the opening part of my plan for revenge to you."

"And what better way to start with their most prized demigoddes and the god of the sun, Apollo?"

"Wait. What? Me and Apollo?" Lizzie reached for her pocket to draw out riptide but something slapped her hand away. She gasped, something had stung her hand. She glared. "Were you the one behind the electric arrows? Why mess with the camp too?"

"Oh my, Lizzie Jackson. Don't be rash. Your sword isn't going to be useful in this dream of yours. Why, I only invited you here for a talk! And yes, I was behind the electric arrows."

Lizzie growled. "I am not interested in talking. What do you mean by your revenge, don't you know that my friends and I kicked Krono's and Gaia's butts?"

There was a shrill sound of laughter. "Of course! But then I'm planning to send you to a sneaky death! Not a large scale one! And speaking of friends, I ink you've got one calling you!"

Lizzie woke up with a start in her cabin. Someone was banging on her door.

"Lizzie! It's time for dinner."

Shakily, Lizzie went to open the door. Hazel was standing outside.

"Hi Hazel."

"Aren't you excited for Capture the-" Hazel stopped when she saw Lizzie's face. "You look kind of pale. Are you okay?"

Lizzie forced a small smile. "Nothing much. I'm fine. Now you we're saying?"

Hazel grabbed her her hand as she pulled her towards the pavilion. "Time for dinner. And I can't wait for Capture the Flag. Though I'm sorry we'll be leaving tomorrow for Camo Jupiter."

"You may be sorry to leave tomorrow, but you'll love Capture the Flag. I can't wait to kick your ass."

"Really? Bring it on."

.

.

.

"Campers!" Chiron shouted as he looked over the assembled demigods in the pavilion. "We are gathered her this evening to play a mass game of Capture the Flag with our Roman friends! You have all been assembled in teams with those in the Prophecy of Seven as your team captain. The evening, we will have seven flags! The team that captures the most flags, shall win!"

Beaming, he shouted over the cheers of the demigods.

Lizzie grinned as she watched Nico Di Angelo adjust his armour beside Hazel. Nico gave her a thumbs up. She looked back at her team members, which included children of Apollo and Demeter, and Hermes, and Reyna.

"Don't wipe the entire camp out, Reyna." She muttered to the Roman beside her who smirked at her in reply.

"Have some faith in me, Lizzie Jackson."

Lizzie snorted as she looked up at Chiron who raised his hands as he spoke.

"Begin!"

Yep, I'm still alive. Thanks for reading :)