Leo

To be honest, the commander of the Argo II had no idea if they were on track. At this point, everything seemed fuzzy and unrealistic.

Naturally, Leo had a bajillion questions on his mind, but there were two which he could not ignore:

a) Why was Gaea giving them an easy win?

b) What was happening with Calypso?

Was that the plan? Go to Athens, don't spill your blood on the floor, just YOLO it with the giants. How could it be that easy? Being a demigod, nothing was easy. Even a night's sleep was as treasured as pure platinum. Percy and Annabeth's severe PTSD wasn't helping either.

Leo clicked the auto-pilot switch and sat down opposite to Festus. Now, it was evening and Festus was fast asleep. He went into a corner of the deck and leaned against the railings.

A smile donned his face. Times like this was when he could relax and admire his creation, and with all honesty, the Argo II was his best creation yet. Subconsciously, he rubbed the crystal in his pocket as a familiar face dwelled in his mind.

Calypso

The titaness was still stuck in Ogygia. Could he save her? Bring her back from that eternally beautiful prison? Or be killed while fighting alongside the rest? Also, Ogygia was practically invisible to mortals, including demigods who already visited Ogygia.

Leo buried his face in his hands.

Then again, he already took an oath.

Was she alive right now? How, in the name of Chaos, was he supposed to know? Also, he had a Great-Great-Grandmother to put to sleep. Like wow! What an easy mess. It's not easy, but you get the idea, so moving on.

Leo stared at the night sky hoping for an angel with large white wings to drop down and say, "Oh hey, buddy! I'm your bestie K, and I'm gonna solve all your problems, so just sit back and relax while I take down dirt face and rescue your girlfriend!". Only problems, the gods really didn't care. None of them. Was Hestia included? Yeah, you'll get the answer, although, Leo wasn't sure. He was having a conversation with Nyssa when he heard shouting.

He groaned in frustration and kicked air, and then, he heard a noise.

Normally, Leo would whip out a large 'Thor-approved' hammer from his tool belt, let out a string of insults and run to sound source, but right now, he knew who it was.

"Yo, Pipes!", he called out to the love child.

Piper emerged from behind twenty-three barrels of octane. She fixed her hair and jumped over the barrels in pairs of two. Then, she walked towards Leo.

"Not fair.", said Piper as she sat beside him on his right, "How did you know?".

Leo grinned and raised his shirt's collar, "You see, Bad boy supreme's flamin hot, just like FIYYAHH!", he set his hands on fire, "And also, Uncle Leo knows everything.".

In response, Piper snorted, "Yeah, everything except how to woo a girl.".

Leo elbowed Piper in her stomach and said, "Stick to the code, Sewer Pipes.".

Piper raised an eyebrow, "Sewer Pipes?".

Leo smirked, "Yeah. Pipes is so overrated.".

"Ughh", Piper put her hands on her ears. "You're starting to talk like Drew.".

In response, Leo laughed.

"What's going on?", a blonde version of Superman walked towards them. Jason sat down beside Piper. He intertwined his and his girlfriend's hands and pouted, "Are you two having a besties moment without me?".

"Yeha!", shouted Leo, "We're OG!".

Jason furrowed his brows and said, "I'm pretty sure that's not us. Plus, Percy already has a series with a trio.".

Piper glared at both of them.

"Guys, stop breaking the fourth wall.".

"What?".

Jason sighed. "At least I'm awake.",  he muttered. The three of them kept quiet as the Argo II sailed forward. The water rippled. Bats screeched while fluttering across the sky. The sound of bronze clashing with liquid echoed through the sea. Poseidon was unnervingly calm. Simultaneously, Leo felt Piper's grip tighten around his hand. He leaned forward and saw the same happening with Jason. He spread his legs and took a breath of fresh air. 

Why was it so peaceful? This couldn't be real, could it?

Piper's grip tightened. At that moment, Leo understood why she was acting like this. T'was the calm before the storm.

Hazel

Hazel was tensed about the quest, but she was even more tensed about the traumatised blonde teen in front of her. Annabeth sat on the wooden stool as if she were parallised. The hanging lights swayed from left to right as the ship moved forward. The curtains were drawn. The huge bed at the right side of the room seemed untouched as did the the perfectly organised desk which was pushed against a small vanity table. The room looked abandoned

Annabeth's grey eyes seemed hyper, which was completely unlike her. Her blonde hair, normally neatly tied into a tight ponytail, was dirty and flying in all directions. The orange T-shirt was hardly readable. The scabbard belted to her waist was empty, informing the loss of her beloved dagger.

Hazel fidgeted with her gold bracelet which she received from the Amazons. She tucked a cinnamon-coloured lock behind her ear.

"Annabeth?".

"Hmm...". That was the reply, and it creeped Hazel out. This was the first she saw the child of Athena this lost.

"Do you...uhh...need something?", asked Hazel.

Annabeth shook her head and gave a kind smile.

"No, but can you pass me the blue notebook from my desk.".

Hazel complied and walked to the desk. It was really organised. The pens were neatly arranged cap-side-up on two pen stands. There was another for pencils, but the pencil tips were kept down. A small owl-shaped lamp was the leftmost-up corner of the bronze table. Two outlets popped up on the wall above the table. One of them had the owl lamp connected. A pack of unopened sticky notes were at the feet of the owl lamp. There were three different stacks of books. The first one were university and school text-books based on Greco-Roman mythology. The second contained books on...Norse mythology(Hazel knew how the pictures of Loki looked like). The third was notebooks.

Hazel searched through the notebook column and found three blue notebooks. One was a shade of navy with no writings on top, the other two were sky blue. One had a binder system. The other was a normal notebook.

"Um,", Hazel felt herself going red, "which one?".

"The one with the binder and no writings.".

She took the needed notebook and arranged everything back into its original place.

"Here.", she handed it to Annabeth.

Annabeth opened the notebook and read it's contents. Was it in ancient Greek? Hazel didn't know. Annabeth regarded the writings with cold, calculating eyes. Hazel let her shoulders relax.

At least, this is more normal.

"Anything else.".

Annabeth snapped her head towards Hazel and, with a smile, replied, "C-can you call Percy. I need to talk to him in private.

"Sure.", Hazel left with smile on her face. She closed the door and went to search for Percy. The first thought she had was to search the diving area, and, sure enough, Percy Jackson was there. Hazel halted. There was someone else. Percy was talking to the Chinese-Canadian son of Mars, and Hazel's first instinct said, JUST GO AND ASK HIM OUT! Yes, well, she was from the 1930s, and to her such actions weren't ideal. Hazel mustered all the courage she had left after soloing Gaea in her first life and darted forward.

"I don't get it. Why would they not know about the Ph-Oh hey, Hazel!", Percy broke out of his conversation and waved towards her. Hazel returned the wave, "Annabeth called for you. She's in her room.".

"Thanks.", said Percy. He turned towards Frank and said, "We'll talk about this later.". With that, he was off. Hazel watched as he disappeared out of her sight.

"H-hey Hazel.", Frank scratched the back of his neck. He looked just as he always did after receiving the blessing of Mars. His short hair was neatly combed. Like always, he wore his purple SPQR T-shirt and skinny jeans. His blow and quiver were slung over his shoulder.

"Hello, Frank.", Hazel's reply came more like a mutter. She was 90% sure that she was blushing.

 "Are you alright? I mean, after everything that happened in Epirus.".

"Yeah. You're firewood's alr-", Hazel was going to complete her statement, but Frank cut her off, "I'm not talking about the firewood. I'm talking about you.".

"Oh, yeah.".

Frank turned towards the sea and grabbed the railing with both of his hands.

"That's good.", he said.

The two of them stood there, opposite to each other with wind blowing against them. It seemed like years, but it wasn't.

Finally, Hazel decided to break the awkward silence, "Frank, will you-".

Frank cut her off again, "Hazel will you take a stroll with me?".

Hazel stared into his eyes while her mind was registering everything that happened.

Did Frank Zhang just ask her out?

Yes, he did.

"Just around the diving area. It's not much, unless...you don't want to. Then it's al-".

This time, Hazel cut him off. She extended her right hand and smiled, "Of course, Frank, of course.".

Frank intertwined their hands and smiled, and, at that, Hazel's heart fluttered.

Camp Half Blood

Rachel Elizabeth Dare had seen the weirdest things on earth. She saw demigods, monsters, centaurs, Olympus, the gods, a woman eating raw fish and a titan lord being hit by a blue plastic hairbrush, right in the eye, but, seeing a centuries old centaur casually getting shouted at by a demigod was new.

"You are telling me to train our Oracle!", Malcolm Pace was the center of noise pollution right now. His blonde hair was messy. His grey eyes were huge in anger, and he had a scowl on his face. In his right hand, he held a celestial bronze Kopis, an ancient Greek sword with a forward curve.

Chiron gulped, evidently nervous, "Yes, we need m-".

"I DON'T CARE WHAT WE NEED! I AM NOT PUTTING THE LIFE OF OUR ORACLE AT STAKE!".

Beside her, Katie Gardner tensed. It was not normal seeing a demigod shouting at a centaur.

"The Athena spawn's right.", Clarisse La Rue stepped forward, "We cannot risk the life of the oracle, even if it's not working.".

Chris Rodriguez stood beside her, "I agree.". He looked to his girlfriend.

Lacy from cabin 10 jumped in front of Chiron, "All thoughts aside, Chiron, this is impossible.".

"Yup.", Drew Tanaka agreed.

Kayla Knowles nodded in agreement.

"Guys,", Rachel took a deep breathe, "I can do this. I want to help.". She looked at them, hoping for the best.

Kayla twirled her cherry lollipop in her hand. She popped it in her mouth and, then, took it out. Everyone could see her tongue, which was now a dark shade of red. In the wind, the green dyed ends of her ginger hair bounced on her shoulders.

"Rachel, you can do anything. I mean, you K.O'ed Kronos in his eye. Like, girl, trust me, titans are afraid of you and your hairbrush, but still, you are THE oracle of Delphi. And ain't no way in Hades are we risking your life by allowing you in this battle, forget, the front line.", Kayla bit off an edge of her cherry lollipop.

"Yes, Rachel, please understand.", Malcolm lowered the Kopis. He gave her a pleading look, which creepily enough looked like Annabeth's.

Chiron put a hand on Rachel's shoulder.

"I tried.", he said.

Rachel sighed. Now, she felt defeated, and she wanted to throw a plastic hairbrush at someone. Preferably, Octavian, Chiron and the gods as well. What could Chiron do? The entire camp ganged up on him.

She bit her lip and went back to her cave. When she reached her cave, she took a pillow and shouted into it. Maybe some curses as well, but alright, and, then, she threw the pillow to another side. Right now, her appreciation for the curtains Apollo gifted her was on Olympus.

Rachel kept quiet and sat on the tripod stool. The oracle grabbed her painting kit and sat down behind the canvas. She had no idea what she was doing, but time pass was time pass. The painter threw splashes of black and navy on the canvas hoping for something. Her hand darted across the canvas, spiraling around her masterpiece. A play of colours were blissful, and yet she couldn't calm down. Oh, right! This wasn't a play of colours. It was a game of fate. Bits and pieces woven into picture describing the future. Her nightmares and dreams, the fate of the two camps, a question of morality and humanity, a sinner's realisation, vagueness; complete chaos.

Now that she was done, she finally took the time to understand her work. It was...confusing. There were fifteen teenagers. All stood on white pavilion with a domed roof. Swirls and drawing were carved out on the eight pillars supporting the pavilion, which had its floor splattered with crimson. The fifteen teens stood in a circle. In the middle, was a towering figure chained to the floor. It wore armour made of pure black. Horns adorned each side of its head. Only the side part of its head was seen. It had completely red eyes and an enraged expression on its face.

Rachel shuddered. She had an idea of who this might be.

It was nightmare personified, darkness solidified and evil defined; it was Tartarus, the father of giants, but her curiousity lied elsewhere.

She took a good look at the paintings of the teens. She recognised nine of them: the seven demigods of the prophecy, Nico di Angelo and Reyna Ramirez-Arellano. The rest six, however, were completely unfamiliar. 

All six were girls. Unlike the nine who wore camp tees, they wore casual mortal clothes. One wore a black jacket over a black T-shirt with a pair of black skinny jeans and combat boots. She was holding a silver Tanto caked with blood, and her hair was the colour of charcoal. Another held a whitish-transparent looking bow, but no arrows. This one wore a pair of blue skinny jeans with a plain white knitted sweater. She was wearing a large silver Indian styled pendant and had light auburn hair and a determined look on her face. There was another who was half seen as the painting was from a side-view. The teen had shoulder-length curly black hair. She wore a pair of blue wide-leg jeans with a navy top and a white shirt over it The shirt fell low on her left shoulder and was buttoned on the lowest button. This one held no weapon, but Rachel got the idea of not messing with her.

Rachel studied the other three. One had really long straight black hair with a firm grip on a green pendant charm. She wore a pair of denim shorts with a white tank top and a denim jacket. Another girl had chestnut hair tied into a ponytail and wore a plain purple tee a few shades darker than Camp Jupiter's and a pair of skinny jeans. She held twin blades, one in each of her hands. The last girl wore a white skirt and a off-white sweatshirt. Her hair was way too curly and long. She had a spear strapped to her back and held a double-sided steel axe. All of them seemed powerful.

Rachel set down the painting to dry. She needed to know who these people were.

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Done. I thought about including this. So, the six girls mentioned are my OCs(don't worry, they don't end up with any HOO cannon characters, but one of them is related to a pjo character.)

So, I want to share their names:

Jiwon

Sakura

Rie

Astoria

Danalia

Jennifer

Guess who'll end up being related to an HOO character. ;

Signing off!

Samaila