IM SCARED

WE'RE DOING HANSEL AND GRETEL FOR ONE OF THE PIECES IN DANCE AND I HAVE TO A SOLO SINCE I'M THE WITCH

I HAVE A PHOBIA OF SOLOS

HALP

(But please ignore my ranting, and go read the chapter)

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Tony POV

Leo showed me to a bed, then sat down across for me, his face thoughtful.

"You look familiar... have you ever been on a shampoo commercial or something?" He asked. I gulped, but raised an eyebrow.

"Not a single one." I said, trying not to look like I was lying.

"You sure? I think I've seen you somewhere." Leo furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. I shook my head dismissively, my heart racing. He eventually shrugged, and I saw his hair light on fire. I stumbled back, nearly falling off the bed. 

"Poseidon's underpants...." I heard Leo curse before he patted down the flames with his hands, which came back unharmed. My eyes darted between him and and his hair. The teen saw my expression and laughed. "Did Annie not tell you? I have these crazy awesome fire powers." He casually tossed a fireball between his hands, while I searched the cabin for an emergency exit. "They randomly cause limbs of my body to light on fire... nothing to worry about. Valdez has it all under control." 

Holy crap. These demigods were freaking insane.

Bruce POV

Annabeth led Clint and I to the Apollo cabin. We were the last two standing, since everyone else had already been dropped off at their respective cabins. As she did, I was able to get a good view of the camp. It was pretty big, and had a bunch of half-god kids occupying it. They all stared as we walked by, and I couldn't help but feel bad for them. Most of these kids wouldn't even make it to adulthood just because of their parents. It wasn't fair.

"...of the sun, music, healing, and archery." Annabeth finished. I blinked. 

"Sorry, what?" I asked, confused.

The demigod rolled her eyes. "I was saying, that's what Apollo's domains are. And you two conveniently possess a few of those talents." We finally reached the cabin, and I had to shield my eyes from the bright sun reflecting off it. 

Annabeth walked up to cabin, seemingly unfazed by the brightness of it. She didn't bother to knock, and just barged in. 

Inside were two guys kissing. One had messy black hair, and was wearing an orange shirt covered by a black jacket, while the other had blond hair with an orange shirt and jeans. Annabeth cleared her throat, causing the two to break apart immediately. Both of their faces were bright red, and the black haired boy scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Um... Sorry...." He said, his face getting redder by the second. The girl shook her head.

"It doesn't matter." She cut in. "Don't worry about it." The boy shifted uncomfortably nonetheless. "Guys, this is Nico," She gestured to the black haired boy. "And Will." She pointed to the blond. "Will is the counselor of the Apollo cabin, and Nico's the counselor of Hades'" She sighed. "This is Buck and Chris both sons of Apollo, visiting from Camp Jupiter. I'll leave you guys to get settled." Then she left.

"Well, uh, welcome to Cabin 7 guys." Will said awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. "I have a few bunks available." He showed us the bunks, then went to say something to Nico.

"...tell Annabeth we believe her." Nico whispered. "I mean, we have a suspicion who's behind it, why not tell her?" I stiffened. Were they talking about the Percy thing? Clint made eye contact with me, and I could tell he was thinking the same thing.

Will sighed, and nodded. "Just not till later. We need some evidence." Nico rolled his eyes, but agreed anyways. Then he was engulfed in shadows, and disappeared. 

Weird kids.

Will finally turned to us. "The rest of your half siblings are at archery lessons right now, if you want to go join them..." It was clear he wanted us gone, so we just nodded and got the heck out of there.

"This is one weird camp." Clint decided. I nodded, and we headed to meet our new 'siblings'.

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Percy crouched down in the alley, stopping for a break. His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his t-shirt and jeans were torn and covered in dirt.

The alley smelled like trash and skunk, and Percy pinched his nose as the scent filled his lungs.

"Oh gods." He murmured under his breath. His pen was clutched firmly in his right hand as a source of condolence for his bad mood.

On the run once again. Hunted for a crime he didn't commit. His friends betrayed him, his parents were dead, and all he had left was his annoying egotistical uncle. Well, and Annabeth. She was the only thing keeping him sane. The only thing that made his situation sound not as bad. (Even though it still sucked.)

Percy was jolted out of his thoughts as a shuffling noise sounded from in front of the trash bin. He stood up, and uncapped his pen, cautiously moving forward. All of his senses were on high alert as he peered around the corner. He readied his sword, prepared to swing at any moment.

But as soon as he saw who it was though, he nearly lost his grip on it. \

Oh gods, how bad could his luck get?

"Percy Jackson?"

"Matt Sloan?"

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Hello. Sorry its a bit short, but my bus comes in 10 minutes, and I wanted to get a chapter in before I leave. 

I hate school -_-

Stay cool demigods,

-Shark