HELLO AGAIN!

I GOT FOUR REVIEWS AND I'M REALLY HAPPY

THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!

A few things:

One: How do you do the fancy gray linebreak?

Two: Do you want a character description for all of them or no?

Three: I'm laughing really hard because Ethan is the son of the god of stupidity XD

Four: I'm in the next chapter! :)

Five: The next chappie will be out tomorrow morning, after that I have no clue.

Six: If you're looking for some Percabeth, go check out Sweet Cats! She has some awesome fics :)

OKAY I'M BORING YOU... WAKE UP BC ITS TIME FOR THE CHAPPIE!

Percy ran around Camp like a crazy hydra with all seven of his heads cut off. Last night he came home to a ransacked cabin, weapons (except Riptide) stolen, vandalized walls, and when he tried to feed his fish they suddenly turned purple and floated out of the cabin. His fish! It was not fun having to talk to a sleep deprived Chiron in his My Little Pony pajamas about floating pet fish terrorizing the campers.

There were two people behind this, Weasley and OJ. Their signature trademark was everywhere (and OJ signed off on the graffiti that now decorating his wall). It was a long night and it seemed like it would be a longer day. The Stoll brothers walked up to Percy with annoying smirks.

"Did you not get much sleep last night, Percy?" Travis said it like he knew the answer.

"You know," Percy said as he advanced on the twin brothers. "I should be blaming you two. You are the ones that inspired those Hell Spawns to pull pranks like that. They both were so angelic before you got to them!"
Both boys hold up their hands in a sign of retreat.

"It's not our fault that the little buggers look up to us so much! It's just a perk!" Said Connor.

"Why you little..." Percy was cut off by the sound of a throat being cleared. Both parties turned around to see the two main topics of the conversation.

"Hi Percy!" OJ waved at Percy in a really upbeat (annoying) way that showed she had no regrets for what her and her half brother had done. Weasley also showed no sign of remorse as he looked the son of Poseidon in the eyes. This only made Percy more mad, but a moment of past reflection occurred.
To say that the half-siblings had been angelic when they came to Camp Half-Blood was a gross understatement. Weasley had been tossed into the world of demigods with a love of collectable trains and airplanes (which he soon convinced the Hephaestus cabin to reconstruct into remote controlled, hot sauce spewing machines for capture the flag), and OJ owned all of the Nancy Drew mysteries and an old blue teddy bear (and she still owned all of those items). Weasley's bright blonde hair was now streaked with blue and orange dye, while all of OJ's old white lace dresses had been cut apart and refitted to make illegal sling shots and sold on the Camp's black market.

Percy shook his head. 'What a waste.'

"We did the prank especially for you! To show that we still cared." All Percy saw on Weasley's face was a red target, begging him to shoot it.

The siblings triumphant mood dissipated as the saw the son of Poseidon's eye start to twitch uncontrollably and face turn red.
"Oh no," Connor started. Percy started to move towards the four of them.
"RUN!" They all screamed.

THIS LINEBREAK IS A LLAMA.

Chiron walked out of the big house and took a deep breath. It was not very often that the old centaur had a day of relaxation. The sky was blue and clear of clouds, the campers were quiet and well behaved, and the Nymphs and Pegasi were no longer fighting over whether it was humane or not to drink from the stream. Like I said, these days were very, VERY rare.

And then, in the distance, Chiron heard the sound of running feet. Four of Hermes children, Connor and Travis Stoll, Olivia Jones, and Wesley (yes, his real name is Wesley. Not Weasley) Carringer were all running from Perseus Jackson. Most of their screams were incoherent, but Chiron was able to catch a quick yelp from Travis.

"Percy! Seriously, for once we haven't done anything!"

Chiron sighed. His perfect day was now going to be ruined by the possible murder of four of his campers. Hermes would not be pleased.