Alright here's the next part! My goal here was to make the confusion drag on as long as possible. See what you think and please review!

"Rose," Rose introduced herself, shaking Annabeth's hand. "This is my boyfriend Scorpius and my cousin Al," she said, gesturing to the boys.

"Percy," said the incredibly good-looking boy who had caught her. He put out his hand to shake, and Rose reached out to take it.

Rose had seen her share of hot guys in her life, but this kid was the epitome of perfection. He had beautiful green eyes that were like the color of the sea, and Rose felt like she could swim in them. He was glowing with a strong magical aura that seemed almost unreal. The power he seemed to generate was almost intimidating, and Annabeth seemed to have a similar power radiating off of her skin as well. It made Rose slightly uneasy.

"Who are you?" Rose breathed in wonder, staring at the two of them in awe.

Just then, the large eagle that had fought the dragon landed on the bridge. It carried a girl with dark skin and curly black hair who held a bow and arrow, and a blonde boy wearing a purple t-shirt. The two of them jumped off of the bird. As soon as they were off, the bird suddenly transformed into a large Asian boy with huge muscles who looked like he could break Rose like a twig. Although his size was intimidating, his face looked sweet and harmless.

"You're an animagus?" Scorpius asked the boy.

"A what?" he said, raising an eyebrow. He took the bow and arrow from the girl who had been riding on his back.

"You know," Scorp said. "An animagus." The Asian kid gave him a blank look. "You can change into an eagle?" Scorpius clarified.

"Oh!" the boy said understanding. "Yes. Actually, I can change into any animal I want."

"You can?" Al asked. "What's your patronus?"

"My pa-what?"

"Patronus," Rose said. Didn't these kids know anything about spells and transformations? "Do you... not have one?

"No..." he said slowly, clearly unfamiliar with the word. How could someone with magical abilities not have a patronus?

They stood in an awkward silence, studying each other. Rose noticed that the newcomers also had a powerful glow around them. It was almost blinding.

The impressive metal dragon came swooping in and landed on one of the ledges of the bridge. It was like nothing Rose had ever seen before, and it was huge. Did these Americans build it? The creature seemed charmed, but had muggle wiring and levers. Rose vaguely recalled her mother talking about something called robots, but this was far more complex than what she had described.

There were three more kids on the bronze creature. In the front was a small Latino boy with a grin plastered on his face that said 'I'm going to make lots of mischief!' It reminded Rose of her Uncle George. Behind the boy were two shockingly beautiful girls. One had carmel colored hair and wore a light blue sundress. Despite just fighting a dragon, she still looked perfect. The second girl looked ethnic and her beauty was absolutely mesmerizing. They all had that similar unnatural perfection that the others had.

"Nice going Festus!" the Latino boy said as he slid off the dragon like a pro. After helping the two girls off, he poured something from a bottle into the mouth of the bronze creature. "Why don't you get off this bridge before you freak out any of the mortals," he said patting the large metallic head.

The mechanical creature clicked and whirred in response and the boy laughed. "Alright buddy. I'll let you know when we're ready to head back."

The dragon clicked again and then took off over the bay. Rose, Scorpius, and Al gawked at the little Latino kid. Could he understand those strange noises of the robot dragon?

The others did not seem to give the boy a second thought, so clearly speaking to metal dragons was a common occurrence. Annabeth turned back to the trio. "These are our friends Frank, Hazel, and Jason," she motioned to each of them as she said their names, and Rose nodded at them in acknowledgement. "This is Leo, Calypso, and Piper."

Rose reintroduced herself and her friends, and politely smiled at the eight of them. Despite the fact that they had just saved her, Rose still felt wary of these people. They were clearly American witches and wizards of some sort, but they seemed much more powerful than normal wizards. She had never seen magic of this kind before. And it bothered her the way they said 'mortal.' It made it sound like... they weren't.

Rose shook away the thought. They couldn't be immortal. No one was immortal, except maybe people like Voldemort who knew powerful dark magic. But these were just normal kids. She was just imagining that blinding aura surrounding the eight of them that made her feel weak and powerless— right? Maybe 'mortal' was the American word for 'muggle'? She should have researched more about American wizard terminology before coming.

"So, Americans don't have wands?" she asked curiously, trying to sound casual.

"Wands?" Percy asked, laughing slightly. "Like fairy princess wands?" He waved his hand around like he was casting a spell. Rose flinched, but nothing happened.

"The bipidy-bopity-boo kind?" the Latino kid named Leo chipped in. He smiled amusedly like it was a joke. "Or the abra-ka-dabra-hokus-pokus-pull-the-rabbit-out-of-the-hat kind?" He made a gesture with his hands like he was pulling something out of a hat.

As they laughed, Rose watched them closely to see if they were playing with her. None of those were real spells; at least she had never heard of them.

"I... don't think I've heard of that kind before," Al said cautiously, also unsure of what to make of these American teens. Rose shifted uncomfortably. Were they feigning ignorance? Clearly they knew magic. Powerful magic at that.

"We don't have wands, no," Annabeth told them, more seriously. "Is that what those woodsticks are, that shoot out light?"

Rose nodded slowly. So they did use wandless magic. How come no one had ever heard of these strange magic folk before?

"Are there other people with you who use wands?" Annabeth asked.

Al nodded. "Our family is here too," he answered, "but we go to a school in Britain to learn magic."

The eight American wizards suddenly exchanged looks of understanding and realization. "Magic?" the beautiful girl named Calypso asked, brightening. Oh good, Rose thought, relaxing slightly, now we've come to an understanding.

"They must be related to Hecate," the girl named Hazel said.

"Who?" the trio asked simultaneously. Okay, so maybe they didn't quite understand each other. Rose didn't think she had any family members named Hecate.

Hazel smiled, as if she knew something they didn't. "Come with us," she said. "It will be clearer when we get to camp."

—

"Camp?" the boy named Al asked. "What camp?"

"Camp Jupiter," Piper responded enthusiastically. "It's for people like us."

"People like us?" the other boy, Scorpius asked. "We're not from Jupiter!"

He looked so confused, and Piper had to refrain from laughing. "No, not the planet," she explained. "The god. Jupiter is the Roman name for Zeus."

Piper had never found and welcomed new demigods before. She decided it was quite fun, seeing their uncomprehending faces. From what Piper could understand, these demigods came from a place in England similar to Camp Jupiter and Camp Halfblood that was specifically for Hecate children and her decedents. Apparently they didn't know about the gods though. Monsters clearly were not foreign to them, seeing as they tried to fight the dragon, but for some reason the they all used these wands to defeat them. Piper did not know any Hecate children personally, but she did not think they had ever needed wands. Maybe it was a British thing. Whoever they were though, they were clearly demigods or legacies of a sort, and they seemed friendly enough. She figured it was best to be nice. Piper was not in the mood to have yet another quarrel between demigods after the last one between Greeks and Romans.

"Zeus," Rose said. "Isn't he from the ancient Greek legends?"

"They're not legends," Piper told them. "The Greek and Roman gods, they—"

But before she could finish her you're-a-demigod shpeel, she spotted a bright silver light out of the corner of her eye coming towards them across the bridge. She pulled out her knife.

"What is that?" Leo said, seeing the strange glow as well. As the light approached, Piper realized that it was shaped somewhat like an animal— a deer, maybe. The creature did not look like it was going to hurt them; in fact, it looked quite peaceful. Piper lowered her weapon and the deer stopped in front of them.

There was an attack on the Ministry, a male voice said urgently. It was coming from the glowing deer. They need us back in London. Your mother is staying behind and will meet you for dinner. Be careful.

Then the silver deer turned around and bounded back the way it had come.

"What in the world...?" Piper said watching the creature disappear into the sunlight. Her friends were just as confused as she was.

"That isn't good," Al said worriedly. Apparently he knew the deer. "If they've started attacking the Ministry, all of England could be in danger."

"How are they going to stop them?" Scorpius said. "It was difficult enough when they attacked Hogwarts."

"I just wish we knew where they were coming from," Rose replied. "Then maybe we could find an easier way to defeat them."

"What are you talking about?" Piper asked perplexedly. "What was that thing?"

The three new demigods, who seemed to have forgotten they were there, turned to Piper and her friends. "That," Al said, "was a patronus. From my father."

A patronus. Piper had never heard of one before. These were demigods, weren't they? Patronus definitely sounded Latin, so maybe these were Roman demigods. Piper guessed it must be some magical messenger that Hecate children used to contact each other— like IMs. But what were the attacks the patronus had mentioned? The Hecate children— as Piper assumed they were, though she was beginning to feel unsure— obviously knew what it had meant.

The three new demigods hesitated, clearly deciding if they should continue. "You know," Scorpius said to his friends, "maybe they could help."

"Help?" Frank asked. "What kind of help do you need?"

Scorpius eyed his friends. "Well," he said, "There have been these magical creatures that recently started attacking random places in London," he explained. "They first attacked our school, Hogwarts, and now they've attacked the Ministry of Magic. We've never seen these creatures before, and no one knows how to defeat them."

"Magical creatures? You mean mythical creatures? Monsters?" Jason asked. "We're trained to fight them. Attacks are normal for us."

"Well they aren't for us," Rose said. "Magical creatures generally leave us alone unless we threaten them. It doesn't make sense for these particular ones to attack us for no reason."

These kids were definitely legacies, Piper decided. They probably had less godly blood in them, so monsters did not attack them as much. But why were monsters suddenly attacking descendants now?

"The Doors of Death," Annabeth said suddenly, realizing something. "When they were open, some of the monsters must have gone to England in order to help Gaea awaken."

"England?" Piper asked. "Why England? Gaea was supposed to awake in Athens."

"Who?" Al interrupted.

"Mother Earth," Percy told him quickly. "We just fought a war to keep her sleeping so she wouldn't wake up and destroy the world."

"Come again?" Scorpius asked incredulously.

"The attacks on their magic school in London could be connected to the Doors of Death," Hazel agreed, ignoring Scorpius' question. "Hecate helped me defeat Clytius, so it's possible that Gaea is looking to take revenge on her children."

"What are you talking about?" Al interrupted again, exasperated.

"You don't think Dirt Face is gonna try to make a comeback again, do you?" Leo asked warily. "I mean, she's a stubborn pain-in-the-butt and all, but I didn't get the feeling she was stupid..."

"How could she?" Calypso said. "We made sure she wouldn't awake for at least another millennia."

"Can someone please explain to us what this is all about?" Rose finally shouted at them, catching their attention. She took a breath and then said more calmly, "Are you able to help us?"

Piper looked worriedly at Jason. Should they help? Whatever was happening in London was not a normal occurrence for descendants. How much had the war affected the rest of the world, without them even realizing? And these kids didn't appear threatening, but how did they know they could trust them? Feeling her anxiety, Jason gripped Piper's hand reassuringly and turned back to the newest demigods.

"We aren't sure exactly why you're getting attacks," he told them, "but I think it's connected to Gaea—Mother Earth— and the war we just fought. We will do our best to help you, but we're going to have to get you to our camp first so we can discuss this more officially."

—

Scorpius rode on the eagle-boy behind the girl named Hazel, and Al sat behind him. Percy, Annabeth, and Rose were on the flying horse, and the other magic-folk were on the metal dragon, Festus. The warm wind whipped through their hair as they flew over the bay towards Oakland.

Scorpius knew it was crazy to follow these kids to their so-called 'camp.' Mr. Potter had just sent them what sounded like a warning, and he didn't think it was smart to ignore it. Rose eventually convinced him though since he, like his girlfriend, was curious. How could he turn down an adventure like this? These kids had just defeated a hundred-headed dragon! And above all, how could he say no to flying on the back of an eagle?

"So what kind of dragon was that?" Al asked the girl in front of them. "My uncle works with dragons, but he's never told me of one with so many heads before."

"That was a one of a kind," Hazel told him. "It's name is Ladon. Do you know the story of Hercules?"

"You mean the Greek legend?" Scorpius asked.

"It's not a legend. Hercules actually fought Ladon as one of his twelve labors."

"You mean he was real?" Scorpius raised his eyebrows, giving a short laugh.

"Yeah," Hazel confirmed. She didn't sound like she was joking.

Scorpius exchanged looks with Al, but didn't respond. Maybe it really wasn't such a good idea to follow these magic folk, who thought myths and legends were real. It's just part of the adventure, Scorpius told himself.

Frank the eagle-boy landed on the side of the highway and changed back into his human form. The flying horse (whose name was Blackjack) and Festus landed next to them and the eleven of them began walking together along side the cars whizzing by.

"Did you not learn about the gods in your magic school?" Frank asked them.

"The gods?" Al raised his eyebrows. "Like multiple?"

"Yes," the girl named Piper explained. Scorpius couldn't help but notice how incredibly gorgeous she was. "The ancient Greek and Roman gods are real, and have been around for millennia."

Normally, Scorpius would have scoffed at her, thinking that couldn't possibly be true. But for some reason, the idea suddenly seemed reasonable. He locked eyes with the girl. Her eyes were a captivating blue— no maybe green— or were they purple? They seemed to change colors like a kaleidoscope, and he couldn't look away. The ancient gods totally could exist. Wow she was pretty.

Rose suddenly tugged on his hand and he snapped out of his daze. Seeing Rose, he mentally slapped himself. Did he really just think that girl was pretty? He shook his head to try and clear it. Rose, Scorpius, Rose! She looked at him questioningly and he gave her a small, reassuring smile. It suddenly occurred to Scorpius that he could have been charmed. Don't make excuses! He told himself. He made a mental note to be more careful around that girl, Piper.

"How do you know?" Rose asked doubtfully.

"Because," Hazel said, as they approached two road tunnels, "They're our parents."

Scorpius stopped abruptly. Their parents? Meaning they were children of gods? Scorpius wanted to say that these kids were making things up, but looking at them, he really did feel like it was more plausible than he would have liked. They were powerful. Really powerful. Almost dangerous. You could tell by the mystical glow demanding attention and because they seemed completely, unnaturally perfect. They had fought a dragon. They could shapeshift into anything they wanted. They were nothing less than god-like. Was it really so impossible that gods existed?

"You're... gods?" Scorpius asked cautiously. He gripped Rose's arm and pulled her closer to him, ready to run at any moment if necessary.

"Demigods," Percy clarified. "Like half god, half mortal."

Demigods. Children of gods. From ancient legends. We're they crazy? Then Percy said something even more ridiculous.

"You're demigods too," he told them, like it was obvious.

"What?" Rose said. "No I'm not, I'm a witch!"

"A witch?" Annabeth asked, scrunching her nose in disgust. She tensed, like she was preparing to defend herself.

"Yes," Scorpius said defensively. He knew how muggles were about the word 'witch.' Apparently demigods were no different. "Like we said, we're magic. I'm a wizard," Scorpius said proudly.

"A wizard?" The kid Leo asked dubiously. "Aren't you supposed to have one of those pointy hats with star decorations?"

Scorpius glared at him, and opened his mouth to retort, but the pretty girl Piper interrupted.

"It doesn't matter what you call it," she said, obviously trying to lighten the mood. "You are clearly children—or at least legacies— of Hecate, the goddess of magic. We're taking you to one of our demigod camps here in America where there are others like you."

Her voice did have a calming effect on Scorpius, but he was not going to let her charm him into believing her again. There was no 'goddess of magic.' There were witches and wizards. They were lying.

"We know of plenty of witches and wizards here in the States," Al said, "and none of them are in any way related to a god." Al pulled his friends away from the tunnel, back in the direction they had come. "Come on. they're only trying to trick us. This isn't smart."

"We're not tricking you, it's true!" The girl Calypso stepped forward determinedly, blocking their path. "I was a minor goddess myself for three thousand years! I am mortal now, but I know all of the gods much too personally." She looked up to the sky, "Right Zeus?" she yelled bitterly. Thunder rumbled in the distance and Calypso nodded, satisfied.

Scorpius, Rose, and Al stared nervously towards the sky. Just a coincidence, Scorpius tried to convince himself, though utterly failing.

"You're crazy," Al said, though he did not sound certain. Scorpius wasn't sure either. It just made sense for these kids to be related to Greek and Roman gods. They knew powerful magic. Ancient magic. God-like magic. But witches and wizards weren't related to gods, were they?

Hazel gave them a small smile of sympathy. "Trust us," she told them. "We're going to introduce you to Reyna and the other demigods, and we will welcome you to camp. I do believe it is partly our fault monsters are attacking you're magic school, and we'd like to help you. Just trust us."

Scorpius knew they needed the help. The Aurors could not do it by themselves. And Scorpius truly believed these kids could help. He had seen them fight two ferocious creatures already, and they most likely had what it took to fight the others that were attacking the Wizarding World. It's an adventure, Scorpius told himself again, how could it hurt?

Obviously it could hurt, but Scorpius chose to ignore that. Curiosity won him over again, and he could tell Rose wanted to go too. Al seemed weary, but deep down he had that same curiosity the rest of his family did. Looking at his friends, Scorpius nodded. "Alright," he gave in. "We'll trust you."

That was clearly a mistake.