I don't know if you're going to read this, guest reviewer AnnoymousAngel, but I'm putting it here anyway as you ticked me off slightly. I'm British, yes. So what? I can't just suddenly decide to become American to please idiots like you. So what if Percy and Annabeth have seven kids? How are they long names? For crying out loud, Tobias has ONE middle name. In comparison to my older sister who has seven or whatever, that's a pretty short name. Don't criticise my stories unless you can do a better job, OK? I will write what I want to, when I want to and who gives a damn if it ends up with a hundred and twenty-three chapters? That's for me to decide, not you. Apparently, you read 123 chapters if you're summing the whole thing up in one review. I don't give a damn about your views on my OC as what seems to be the majority of my lovely readers (unlike you) seem to like Lou. How about you go away and think before you next have a go at someone for a fic. Bye bye, pleasure to see you leave.

To everyone else, I am in one of those moods again where everyone is suddenly ready for target practise. But I will try and come up with something for whichever story comes to mind in the next few seconds as I have nothing else to do…

Art was… interesting. (Yes, I know. Thank you me :P )

By interesting, Crystal meant weird. Alvie seemed fine for the first half of the lesson and then suddenly in pain, covering his eyes and bowing his head.

"Alvie, are you OK?" Alvie moved his hands away slightly, keeping his head down.

"Can't see…" He replied quietly for only Crystal to hear, covering his eyes again.

"Is everything alright?" Miss Dolan asked. She dodged around the desks, everyone redirecting their attention to Alvie.

"Just a headache, right Alvie?" Crystal said nervously. Miss Dolan wasn't buying it. Alvie didn't respond which furthered the teacher's suspicions.

"Alvie, look at me, chickety." Alvie shook his head, pulling away from the teacher.

Alvie suddenly tensed.

"Alvie?" Crystal's worry was growing by the second. Alvie dropped his hands, keeping his eyes firmly shut. He reached out for something. Crystal had a sudden gut feeling to pass over a pencil and paper.

"What's he doing?"

"He's gone nuts."

"He was already nuts."

"Hey, be nice!"

"Just saying."

Alvie was drawing rapidly, a rough sketch of… a room.

Miss Dolan, Crystal and the three others on their table were watching curiously.

"That's the school gym." One of the kids sitting opposite Crystal said. "Why's he drawn that?"

"And what's that in the middle?" Alvie dropped his pencil at that and covered his eyes again.

Crystal studied the drawing. It wasn't very detailed, but it was clearly the school gym, aside for the fact that there was something in the middle. It was only half-drawn, cylindrical in shape with an array of what appeared to be buttons or the likes.

"Alvie, what is that?"

"Fire alarm."

"What?"

"Press the fire alarm."

"Why?"

"Need…" Alvie's voice caught and he suddenly couldn't breathe properly.

"Alvie, calm do- oh gods…" Alvie lowered his hands. By the brief flicker of relief across his features, Crystal figured he could see again. But the blood on his hands and pouring from his eyes was an even greater worry.

"Need… to get… everyone… out…" He managed between laboured breaths. "Ring… fire alarm."

"OK, OK." Crystal jumped up and ran out into the corridor, heading for the nearest fire alarm.

The gym was just down the hall, down a flight of stairs and around the corner. Crystal glanced over her shoulder, the fire alarm shrill and hurting her ears. Students and teachers were clamouring to get out quickly, the teachers shouting for order.

Crystal made a run for the gym, darting through students and dashing downstairs. Even in the crowed corridors, it didn't take her long to get to the gym.

Her heart racing, she saw what Alvie had been drawing. Why had no-one noticed this?

It was about the rough height of an average basketball; a round long cylinder blinking with lights. Crystal squinted through the glass and saw the timer.

Twenty minutes.

She raced back to her class, finding Miss Dolan supporting a blind Alvie out of the class. Blood was still pouring from his eyes, which had turned scarlet instead of the white such as last time. Crystal took him gently by the other arm and talked reassuringly.

"Crystal, what was that about?"

"It's a long story, Miss, but there's something in the gym."

"What?"

"I don't know. It has a timer- twenty minutes. It could be a bomb, Miss."

"Who would bomb a school?"

"Who indeed?" They looked up, stopping in the doorway. Alvie tensed.

Standing on the roof of the low building opposite was a tall, muscular blonde guy with a sword hanging from his belt and a scar across his cheek. He sneered down at them before casually jumping off the building. The ground cracked in a spider-web fashion beneath his feet and he strolled forward without so much as a bruise or a limp.

"Who's that?" Crystal breathed in Alvie's ear.

"I don't know, I can't see."

"Such a shame." The man laughed coldly, drawing his sword. He put the tip to Alvie's throat. "Quite the predicament you've got there. Gifted by Apollo, but cursed at the same time."

"Wh-what'd you mean?" Alvie managed, trying to keep his breathing even. The tip of the blade pressed deeper into his throat slightly.

"You can detect trouble and help prevent it. Not very good for my line of business." Alvie stayed quiet. Miss Dolan was rooted to the spot in terror, her mortal mind trying to process what was going on and failing. "But there will be a price to pay for good deeds. There always is- the whole sacrifice gig. The blindness, the blood… that's just the beginning."

"Get away from him!" The man turned and an arrow struck him in the chest. Elsie jerked her head, a silent order to Crystal and Miss Dolan to get Alvie out of there.

"Oh, the other brat." Elsie notched another arrow and loosed; loading and firing rapidly. Alokia stood on the steps behind her, her bow in her hand while frantically waving at them to pick up the pace with her other.

"You don't really expect him to move that fast, do you?" Crystal snapped. "Look at him!" Alokia looked nervous, loading her bow and shooting at the man as well.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm not that good at this sort of thing." Crystal softened slightly seeing the panic and hysteria weighing down on Alokia's shoulders.

"Kia?" Alvie asked.

"Yeah. Come on, Alvie. Mind the step." Alokia glanced up at her older sister. "Elsie!"

"Call Mom and Dad. Tell Dad there's a bomb set to go off in fifteen minutes or less. Tell Mom Scarface is here and tell her to bring the others."

"Right, right." Alokia fumbled in her pocket for her cell phone, dialling her father's number hurriedly. "Dad? Dad, you need to get here now." Alokia quickly explained the situation, waving at Alvie, Crystal and the dumbfounded art teacher to hurry up. "What? Dad, no! I can't do that!" Alokia paled slightly. "But, Dad-" Her protest was cut short and she suddenly locked sickly. "O- Ok, Dad. I'll try."

"What's going on?" Alvie asked quietly.

"Dad can't get here in time. He's going to talk me through how to deactivate the bomb."

"Without him seeing it?" Crystal quizzed, amazed and confused.

"It's a Hephaestus thing." Alokia mumbled, running a hand through her hair. "Get him to the field with the others. Keep walking and don't stop. We don't know the range on the bo- Elsie!" Alokia loaded, but didn't have the need to fire, Elsie kicking up and hitting the man square in the face, falling from the hold he had had her in. "Ooh, Mom was right. It's going to be a long day…"

I have pretty much made the ending up on the spot. Gods help me come up with the next chapter!