Most of you requested for the sequel, so here it is! This is only the pilot chapter guys, so send me ideas on what you want them to do! Seriously, I'm running out of ideas...

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Waking up this morning was a nightmare.

I was expecting to be waking up in the Artemis cabin, and seeing the log cabin design inside, smelling the fresh air that always seemed to breeze in through the windows, or having the outdoor feeling within the place.

But no. I had to wake up to the big statue of Zeus, staring down at me. So okay, I may have begged for Annabeth and dad to remodel my entire cabin, but Zeus had just one condition: that his statue is left alone. So now, I had to wake up everyday, only to see his doomsday bolt and his eyes glowering down on me. Eat Voltage!

But the worst part of all was that I missed Anubis. That sleepover at Brooklyn house had been the best night of my entire existence, but Atalanta just had to ruin it.

Gods, I hate Atalanta. I finally found someone I could be with since Luke broke my heart, and she just had to ruin it. I made a mental note to shock her the next time I see her.

This was the day the losers officially become our slaves. So Bast, Drea, and Atalanta will be serving me, Iris, and Zia. For an entire week! At least that would help me out a little. Maybe Zia could help me get even with Atalanta. I'm sure she would be thinking the same thing.

The only problem was, Bast had chickened out. I couldn't find her anywhere, and even had to resort to asking carter to find her for me. Just as I was about to go out of the Zeus cabin to go the breakfast (Artemis kicked me out), I saw Carter dragging Bast, who was kicking and screaming like a little girl er, cat.

I ran over to them, grinning from ear to ear. I gave carter a big hug. "Thanks a lot!" She put down Bast, who glared att me, before crossing her arm and humph-ing.

Carter blushed. "Uh…no problem. Now, excuse me. Some trainees need to be well…trained." With that, he summoned a portal, and went back to Brooklyn House.

"Why do I have to do this again?" Bast asked angrily. She was taking deep breaths, like a mantra to calm her down.

"You made a deal! Plus, you lost." I smirked. It was true, and she knew it.

"I swear to Ra, if I could strangle you right now…" Bast grumbled. "But fine. What do you want me to do?"

Immediately, my stomach made itself known. A loud rumbling sound was heard by both me and Bast.

"First, steal me some soda. I'm thirsty." I walked back to my cabin, smirking. My day just got a lot better. Maybe I won't even have to do my camp activities after all, and focus on getting Anubis back, and getting my revenge on Atalanta.

As I closed the door, I heard Bast complaining. "Where in Set's name am I supposed to get soda?"

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Stupid daughter of Zeus. She thinks she's so mighty just because her daddy's the king of the Olympians. Well, I think that Ra's an even better king, and he doesn't even have that blasted doomsday bolt!

Grumbling to myself, I snatched up some coke from a kid's hand before he could drink from it.

"Hey! I bought that from Travis for five drachmas!" the kid complained. He had the looks of a son of Nemesis, so I better watch out. Nemesis was known for always getting even, and her plans almost never fail, like Athena's.

"Thalia's orders." I said, figuring that I might as well put the blame on her, since she technically ordered me too. Oh Ra, if Horus and the other gods ever hear about this…this is going to scar me for the rest of my immortal life.

Before the kid could complain even more, I walked over to Thalia's cabin, threw open the door, and handed her the can.

"Wow, that was fast. Where did you get it?"

"I snatched it from the kitchen." I lied. Hopefully, I would be convincing enough. Thalia drank the coke, and the moment it touched her lips, her skin immediately turned hot pink. I resisted the urge to laugh, but it was just too funny. By the time I had stopped laughing, I was already rolling all over the floor.

"What the Zeus?" she did a spit-take, wiping her mouth with her hand. "Where did you really get this?" she asked furiously. Her pink skinwas now turning into a shade of violet. Whoever Travis was, he just made my day.

"Uh, from some Nemesis kid who said he bought it from some Travis…" I trailed off. Thalia looked like a woman ready to kill.

"TRAVIS!" she shrieked. "YOU'RE DEAD!"

I groaned. This was going to be a looong week.

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Carter hated me. And I hated myself even more.

He thought last night was just a bet. And I couldn't blame him. After all, there was a part in my mind that really wanted to win that bet. Oh, how I hated that bet. It broke Carter and me apart.

Then, I remembered. Atalanta lost. So I get to order her around for the rest of the week. Bu then again, the bet was all for fun, at least in my opinion, so how was I going to pay Atalanta back?

I didn't actually feel thrilled about the thought of getting a slave. I felt horrible. But then again, this is Atalanta we're talking about, the bitch who broke up carter and I.

I smiled. I may hate slavery, but I am going to make her week a living Hades.

I was at the library, picking up scrolls for my classes, when all of a sudden, Sadie burst into the room, with a kicking, yelling, and cursing Atalanta being dragged by a pair of shabti behind her. The two statues seem to be developing a layer of frost around them, but they didn't seem to mind. Atalanta was looking at me like she wanted to kill me, and I almost wanted to believe her.

"I don't want to be a freaking slave!" Atalanta protested, glowering at Sadie. "Now let me go."

"Oh, stop being so whiny." Sadie quipped. "And I thought that children of Khione were tough."

"We are!" Atalanta retorted. "What are you implying?"

"Nothing."

"Um Sadie, what's going on here?" I asked curiously. Did she really take that stupid bet seriously?

"Oh, the bet, remember?" Sadie said nonchalantly.

"Oh, right." I answered, smirking at Atalanta evilly. This was it. I was so going to get back at Atalanta for ruining me and Carter. I was so engrossed in the idea of revenge that I didn't notice one of the scrolls fall from the bundle in my hands, and so naturally, I slipped on it. Clumsy me

Sadie rolled her head back in laughter. Atalanta laughed too, but it was muffled by the shabti's hand covering her mouth.

I started to pick up the scrolls, but Sadie grabbed my arm before I could pick one up. "Let Atalanta do it." She suggested. She snapped her fingers, and the shabti released Atalanta.

"Why do I have to do it?" she complained.

"Slaves for a week, remember?" Sadie said.

Atalanta grumbled, but she started kneeling and picking up all the scrolls I dropped.

"Seriously, what with Egyptians and scrolls? That's like, so cliché, you know." Atalanta complained, putting them all on a table nearby. She grabbed one, and pulled it apart, reading the page fervently. I smiled to myself. All of these scrolls were written in ancient Egyptian. There's no way she could read it. Then, I caught a glimpse of the title of the scroll, and frowned, before chaos followed:

The Book on Making Exploding Animals.

As soon as she opened the scroll fully, a frog leaped out.

"Holy Zeus!" she shrieked, dropping the scroll in surprise. A cow came out, followed by a donkey, a chicken, a horse, a monkey, and finally a pig. "What is this, a farm?"

"What the Sadie glance at the animals in awe. That is, before they exploded at the same time.

Flesh, blood, bones, and guts rained down on us. The monkey's head fell on top of Sadie's head, while intestines draped over Atalanta's shoulders like a scarf.

"EWWWW!" Sadie shrieked, slapping the monkey's head away. "Gross!"

"This is your fault Zia!' Atalanta accused, pulling the intestines out of her shoulders. Sadie tried to run out, but she slipped on some blood, and fell facedown on a heap of flesh. Sadie flailed like a fish out of water, constantly slipping on the carpet of animal blood that now covered the entire floor, Ceiling, walls, etc. "This is gross!" she screamed, managing to get on her feet. Her entire face was covered in blood, so she looked like the murder victim from one of those horror movies that Carter and I used to watch.

I flinched at the sight of her. Luckily, no body parts landed on me, except for the blood, but I wasn't terrified of that, since I was pretty much used to it.

Now, I'm starting to regret this. Maybe having an impulsive, ADHD demigod in a building full of potentially deadly magic was a really, really bad idea.

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Wow. Drea's my slave. For a week. Somebody slap me. I must be hallucinating

I plopped down on my bed. My few other siblings had gone down to breakfast, but Drea had pulled me aside to explain the situation. We were alone in my cabin, with the drapes over the windows, and the door locked. I still can't believe that I had joined on a bet that I didn't even know I joined in, but at least I won, for the better or for the worse. I leaned back on me headboard, and smirked at Drea playfully.

"So you're my slave. What else is new?"

Drea pouted. "You're taking this way too calmly."

"Nah." I chuckled. "It's just that you…my slave…it's like a dream come true."

Drea raised an eyebrow. "You dreamed of me being your slave?"

I felt my cheeks getting hot. "No! I mean-"

I didn't know how to get out of this. The truth was, I liked Drea, a lot. But I don't think she liked me in the same way. Sure, we flirted a lot, but that was it. Just harmless flirting.

Then Drea smiled. "You know what, I think that it's kinda cute." She lied down beside me. I felt like fainting. Me and Drea, on the same bed? Thank you dad!

I didn't know what to say. "Gah?"

Drea thinks that me thinking about her is cute? This was just like, my dream come true! Oh great, I sound like Aphrodite.

"So, what do you want me to do first, master?" she smiled. I had always loved her smile. It was one of the first things I liked about her. Not her looks, not her voice, but her smile. And I fell for her even more when I learned that she had an even more pleasing personality. She was shy and polite, which I found kinda cute. Now, I know that other guys will take advantage of this situation by making her take her top off, or even make her dance naked in front of them, but Drea's special to me, and I am going to treat her with as much respect as possible.

"Well, do you uh…want to play?" I asked sheepishly. I mentally cursed myself. Play? I sounded like a freaking three-year old!

But apparently, Drea took it the other way around. Her eyes widened. "Wait, are you saying that you were thinking of me in that way? Ewww! Pervert!" she leaped out of bed, and stared at me incredulously.

"No! Not like that!" I defended myself poorly. Drea was starting to hyperventilate. "I mean, do you want to play games or something!"

Drea blew out a sigh of relief. "I though...you meant...you know...that." she gulped.

"Please, don't make this embarrassing." I pleaded.

I changed my mind. This isn't dream. It's more of a nightmare.

Well, I didn't know what I just wrote. Send me ideas on what you want the slaves to do! REVIEW!