Hey everyone! Long time no update, I know, but school has started as well as my school's musical, and I've been a little busy, but I'm glad to bring you the next update. Special thanks to TheSyndicateWolf for my new character and thanks for sticking with me unseen army! ~youseenothing

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The witch then smiled and fired a new spell at Neil, laughing as the world went black. Carlyle watched as Neil and Jeska got knocked out, a cyclops dragging them towards Circe, and he rose to go back into the fight, ignoring his aching limbs. An older camper stopped him though, his gray eyes shining.

"Woah there, friend, where we heading?" Carlyle glared up at the muscular man, fully prepared to fight him to get by. those were his friends out there, his friends who just got attacked doesn't he understand?

"I'm not your friend," he snapped, "and I am going to save my friends- my family. So I suggest you get out of my way. I might be the son of peace, but I am willing to go all kinds of war on your ass if you don't let me through." The man raised his hands in a simple gesture of surrender and shrugged.

"I don't care, you won't help them injured. I'm Charles-"

"I don't care who you are! Move!" Carlyle's hands were shaking worse now, his purple glowing and his gray eye a dark, threatening storm. He had mastered his abilities- everyone knew it too. He could calm people into sleep, into comas, even into death if he wanted. He had never done it, but somehow Charles new he wouldn't regret it if he was stopped trying to save the people he called family.

"Okay, fine, but I'm coming with you," Charles warned. Carlyle rolled his eyes and went towards the back of the infirmary, where Arra kept bullets and stress medication for him- don't worry, there was never a suicide scare, it was just so he could protect himself and feel safe. He quickly filled his pockets and the clip, pushing up his glasses mindlessly.

"Let's go," he ordered, pushing his way past Apollo campers. Charles followed, pulling a .45 out of a holster on his bel, and apologized to everyone they rushed by. Carlyle mowed down monsters, no longer hesitating, and Charles found that he had to move Carlyle's barrel away from witches. That terrified him, but didn't stop him by any stretch. They charged towards Circe, who's hands were now hovering over the unconscious teens, and Carlyle raised his gun towards her, not even shaking.

"Let them go, bitch. Now." Charles shot a glance towards the younger one, but he too raised his gun. Circe laughed and shook her head pitifully.

"As if your words could change my actions," she said in a mockingly sad tone. "As if you had any power at all." she laughed again and suddenly Neil and Jeska rose, their eyes glowing a sickening green. Both raised their weapons, synchronized in their actions, and pointed them at the boys.

"Just stop this while you can," Carlyle demanded. Circe smiled grimly and waved her hand, sending Neil and Jeska into attack mode. Carlyle dodged Neil's heavy fist, his hard face softening with sadness. "Neil, stop!" Neil made no reply, only swung his fists again. Jeska slashed at Charles, and he, not knowing what to do, grabbed her shoulders and shook her vigorously.

"Wake up, kid!" Her eyes flickered for a moment, but she just growled and cut his leg, forcing him to let go. "C'mon, really?!" Carlyle slammed into him and Charles was narrowly missed by Neil's gauntlet.

"Her name's Jeska," Carlyle told him quickly, "Try calling her Aoife, she hates that." Charles nodded and Carlyle caught Neil's wrist, stepping into close proximity.

"Neil, I'm sorry," he whispered. He then crushed his lips against the shorter boy's, gripping his wrist hard. Neil's eyes flickered out and back to his dark brown ones. He quickly kissed back and pulled away, blushing hard. "Sorry!" Carlyle apologized, his face fire-hydrant red. Neil shrugged and a grin split his face.

"Just glad you woke me up, Prince Charming," he said sincerely. Carlyle laughed and turned towards Charles, who again had caught Jeska by her shoulders.

"Jeska!" he called, with, unfortunately, no effect. "Aoife!" Her attack stopped and her eyes stopped glowing, their normal blue a welcome sight.

"What? What the hell?" Her Irish accent peeked through, unlike it had for years, but she caught it as soon as it started. Charles put her down instantly and offered her his hand.

"Charles, sorry," he said. She shook his hand and blew a strand of bright red hair out of her eyes.

"Jeska." He nodded, but his attention was quickly brought to Circe, who had started chanting again, her vibrating through the ground.

"Now, you will all suffer- all of you will die!" Her laugh was deep and sinister, scaring Carlyle, and she through her hands up, hundreds of skeletal hands breaking through the ground with her motion. "Attack!" She laughed again as an undead army crawled out and raised rotting weapons, surrounding the camp.