I don't own Percy Jackson, anything you recognise belongs to Rick Riordan

I'm sure you are all familiar with my best friend Sophia Jackson now, and are probably expecting her to be telling you this story. So I'm sure most of you are surprised to find that I am not her. Although I hope you are all as familiar with me as you are with her. We made a promise to each other this year during a quest that led us to the Sea of Monsters. If one of us were to fall, the other would jump right after them. And I'd like to say that through our journeys together, I kept that promise. And plan to do it for a long time.

My name is Will Solace. I'm sure you all know me as the devilishly handsome son of Apollo, second in command of Cabin Seven and best friend to Poseidon, God of the Sea's, only daughter, Sophia Jackson.

Before I met Sophia, people didn't expect much of me. I suppose because I was the son of Apollo everyone expected I'd only be good for archery and medicine, eventually becoming a massive player just like my father. Although now I think that they only see me as 'the sidekick', where I can't do anything without Sophia being there.

I don't really mind, but it's difficult to make a name for yourself when people expect you to only be good at one or two things. Sophia has tried to tell them differently, but most think she's being modest.

I've never told her this, but I wish I had been the one to lead previous quests, before you start calling me selfish and start ranting about how she deserved it, I know she did, but I'm not the only one who thinks they should have led the quests. I get that when we went searching for the lightning bolt she had to lead to save hers and her father's reputation, and when we went to the Sea of Monster's, even though it hadn't been her quest in the first place and she wasn't really a part of the quest, she ended up leading us, more or less at least. I know she can't help it; she's a natural born leader. You can't help but follow her.

But then I finally got a chance to prove myself, although, I wish it had been under different circumstances. I don't know how Sophia does it. And I kind of wish she had been there with me. Unfortunately when you're a demigod, even a child of Apollo, things never come easily.

Four weeks before Christmas, Chiron had called me to camp as most of the camper's left behind, including seven of my nine brothers and sisters who stayed all year, came down with a really bad case of the flu. The newest camper had come to camp just recovering from the virus and had ended up passing in on to almost everyone left behind. Being short on medics meant that Chiron and my two unaffected brothers, Lee and David, had to work overtime just to make sure everyone was taking their medicine and staying in bed. Demigods were really stubborn patients.

Luckily most were cured within the week, and things returned to normal. Well, as normal as it could be at Camp Half-Blood. Not long before winter break started officially, Chiron had asked me up to the Big House where he called Sophia and Thalia, the daughter of Zeus who had been reincarnated when we placed the Golden Fleece over her tree (long story, don't ask) separately.

Grover had called him that morning about two half-bloods he smelt on his new assignment. The fact that he thought he had found two demigods had surprised even Chiron, finding only one was rare, but two? That was unheard of.

Grover had begged Chiron for back up, he said he couldn't get them out of that school without alerting the monster that had taken to stalking them.

So Sophia's mother, Sally Jackson, had volunteered to take us to the boarding school they were staying at. Chiron called me a cab the next morning, where Sally drove us to meet Thalia at her boarding school where the dark haired daughter of Zeus sat waiting for us with her arms crossed and a frown on her face then drove us to Bar Harbour, Maine.

Snow had started to fall mid-afternoon, making the already grey day, darker. I was sat on the back seat of the Jackson's car with Thalia, trying and failing to hold in my laughter as Sally entertained us with stories of Sophia's childhood.

"Mom!" Sophia groaned from the passenger seat.

"What? You can't tell me lifting your skirt up in the park and screaming "Over here!" wasn't funny?" That made me laugh to harder.

"I was six!" Sophia protested, her face turning bright red. "You're the one who – Will! Stop laughing!"

I just laughed harder.

"I hate you," She grumbled.

"Love you to seaweed brain," I chuckled, breathing heavily. Thalia rolled her eyes.

The entire journey was spent with Sally Jackson entertaining us with Sophia's baby stories. By the time we had gotten to Maine the snow had stopped, only now there was a thick layer of snow on the ground, making Westover Hall look scarier than it might look during the day.

You could tell almost immediately that Westover Hall was a military school. The imposing building had been built from grey stone, hidden by shadows the cold night created the building looked like something from a horror film. Four tall towers at every corner of the building, with plenty of small windows that looked an awful lot like arrow slits with a set of big, heavy wooden double doors. It stood on a cliff overlooking a very dark forest that made me feel slightly nervous looking at.

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait for you?" Sally asked, turning to Sophia as the car came to a stop.

"We'll be fine mom, don't worry."

"With you that's all I ever do," Sally joked, but you could tell she was still worried.

"See you later mom," Sophia smiled, leaning over to kiss her mother on the cheek before stepping out of the car, Thalia and I followed soon after.

"Thanks for the ride Ms. Jackson," I thanked before shutting the door.

"It's Sally dear," She called, rolling down a window. "Now are you sure you have everything?"

"Yes mom," Sophia sighed, starting to sound bored.

"What about weapons? Have you got plenty of Ambrosia and Nectar? Spare clothes? How will you get back? What about -"

"Mom! We'll be fine," Sophia interrupted. "We really need to get inside now, Grover will be wondering where we are."

"Oh, of course," Sally replied, looking a little bit upset. "Good luck guys."

"Thanks mom."

Sophia began walking towards the double doors, leaving Thalia and me behind by the car. We thanked her mom one more and hurried after her.

"Your mom is amazing," Thalia stated as soon as we had caught up to her.

"I know she is," She smiled. "Any idea where Grover could be?"

"Couldn't be that far," Thalia replied.

The two pushed the impressive doors open, revealing a cold, dark hallway. Weapons ranging from guns and sword were hung on the walls, battle flags and a few paintings showing various wars and battles were the only things giving the hallway colour. I could hear dance music echoing through the deserted hallway. We stashed the bags we had brought with us behind one of the statues, so that we wouldn't catch any unwanted attention carrying three overfilled big duffle bags.

"What are you three doing?" A voice spoke from the shadows, causing the three of us to jump in surprise. We spun around quickly, Sophia's hand going to her pocket and mine going to my wrist. I never asked where Thalia's spear ever came from, but she always managed to conjure it up from thin air.

"Sorry, we were just –"

"Visitors are not permitted at the dance," A man spoke up with a heavy French accent. "You must leave these premises."

A strict looking couple stepped out of the shadows dressed neatly in military-style uniforms, neither one of them had a hair out of place. The two made me wonder if one of them was the monster Grover had warned us of.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to escort you three off the premises." The woman spoke, her harsh voice cutting through me like knives.

"W-well you see..." Sophia trailed off as Thalia stepped up to stand in front of the two teachers and snapped her fingers. A gust of air brushed past us, ruffling our clothes and messing up our hair.

"But you do know Miss, Thalia, Will and Sophia," Thalia spoke confidently, keeping her eyes on the two teachers; the woman's eyes went blank while the man's held a strange spark of recognition. "We're in your class."

"Mrs. Gottschalk you know these children?" I coughed to disguise my snort, Gottschalk? He couldn't be serious.

"Yes.. I do. Thalia, Will and Sophia." The woman smiled, looking painful on her stiff face. "What are you three doing out of the gymnasium?"

Before anyone could come up with some kind of ridiculous excuse, we heard hurried footsteps coming in our direction. Grover, our half goat friend, came skidding around the corner, nearly crashing into a suit of armour.

"Mr. Underwood, what do you think you are doing?" The man barked, his face morphing into a sinister scowl.

"S-s-sorry D-Dr T-thorn, it won't happen again." Grover stuttered, paling at the sight of the imposing man.

"See to it that it doesn't," Dr. Thorn barked. "What are you doing out of the gymnasium?"

"I w-was l-l-looking for m-my f-f-friends," Grover answered, twitching under the teachers glare.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Grover, Thalia was taking forever to do her make up." The glare Thalia gave Sophia would have had me running to Hades.

"You four get to the gym, if we see you outside the gymnasium you'll be cleaning gum from under desks until the end of the school year. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mrs. Gottschalk," the four of us droned.

We quickly left the two teachers in the hallway following Grover to the gymnasium where the music was loudest.

"What did you do to them?" Sophia asked, looking at Thalia curiously. "I mean how did you make them think we went to school here?"

"The mist," The mist was the invisible shield that had been hiding our world, the mythical world of Gods and monsters, from mortal eyes. If they could see what we saw, there'd probably be mass panic; also, they'd be fighting to get the gods to fix every little problem they had. "Hasn't Chiron taught you how to do that yet?"

Thalia walked on ahead of us to talk to Grover who was leading the way to the gym, trying to hide the lip he had from wearing sneakers to hide his goat hooves.

"No, he hasn't." Sophia whispered to herself, sounding pretty disappointed that our trainer and mentor hadn't taught her with Thalia. I patted her shoulder comfortingly and caught up with Grover and Thalia, joining them in time to hear their conversation.

"So what's the big problem?" Thalia asked.

"Two demigods, powerful ones at that have been here for about two years," Grover started to explain as Sophia came to walk by my shoulder. "Unfortunately that means they've attracted a monster. Unfortunately that monster is very powerful and very dangerous."

"Any idea who the monster is?" Sophia asked.

"You just met him," Grover announced coming to a stop, looking at us with serious eyes. "The vice-principle, Dr. Thorn."

"Any idea what he is?" I asked as we continued walking.

"None, I just know it won't be easy to kill him."

"Did you know the demigods at least?" Sophia asked, looking slightly hopeful.

"Not well," He sighed, lifting the baseball cap he had taken to wearing off his head and running a hand through his brown curls, a habit he claims he picked up from Sophia and me. "They tend to stick together, only talking to others when they have to, especially the girl. Getting them out of here is going to be hard."

Reaching the gym, Grover hid his horns under his hat before we stepped into the loud room. Inside, there were steamers hanging from the ceiling and walls in an attempt to make the room look a bit attractive, multicoloured lights flashed through the room in time to the pulsing music. There was a group of boys over by a basketball hoop trying to look as invisible as possible, and watching a group of girls warily as they cornered poor boys, giggling loudly before moving on, leaving the poor boy covered in make-up and glitter.

"Do you at least know where they are?" Thalia asked, looking around the room cautiously as if something was about to jump out at us unexpectedly.

"They're over there by the bleachers," Grover nodded in the direction of the two. "Bianca and Nico di Angelo."

We looked to where he nodded and studied the two. The girl was a couple of inches taller than the boy, making me think that she was probably only a year or two older than him. She had a floppy green cap pulled down over her eyes. The two both had the same black hair and olive skin, putting aside any doubts I had if they were related or not.

The brother was shuffling a deck of cards in his hands ignoring his sister as she stood over his shoulder scolding him. The two were completely oblivious to everything around them.

"Do you think they know?" Thalia asked, looking at the two carefully.

"If they did they would have figured out what I was by now," Grover replied, looking at the three of worriedly. "You know how it is. Their sent would be stronger and they would be in a lot more if they knew."

"So how do we get them out of here?" Sophia asked, taking her attention away from the two.

"I was hoping you guys could think of something." Grover admitted, looking

"Why don't we just ask to talk to them outside, and then just tell them everything?" Thalia suggested.

"Besides the fact that I doubt they'd believe us, even if we do manage to get them outside, have you seen who's decided to join the party?"

We turned slowly, following were Grover was looking, each of us dreading to see who it was. Sure enough, Dr. Thorn was standing in the shadows, watching their every move.

"He knows," Grover whispered shakily.

"He didn't before?" I asked, rubbing a hand across the bracelet magically disguised as my golden bow that I kept safely on my right hand.

"I think he suspected," Grover admitted, watching the three. "But I don't think he really made the connection until you three showed up."

"The mist," Thalia breathed.

"So what do we do?" I asked, looking at our small group. "We can't stand here all night watching them."

"We need to blend in," Thalia decided, causing Sophia to glare at her as she had opened her mouth to speak.

"How do we do that?" Grover asked, looking at Thalia nervously.

"We dance," She announced like it was the most obvious thing ever, then she frowned. "Who chose One Direction?"

"I did," Grover said looking indigent.

"Gods Grover, haven't you ever heard of Green Day?"

"Or Fall Out Boy," I supplied, not much of a Green Day fan myself.

"Who and who?" Grover asked, looking between the two of us as if he had just stripped naked and did the cha cha.

"Never mind," Thalia groaned and grabbed his hand, dragging him onto the almost over crowded dance floor. "Come on goat boy, let's dance."

Sophia and I stood in silence awkwardly for a few seconds as we watched Thalia try and show Grover how to slow dance.

"So what now?" Sophia asked, running her hand through her now short hair. She had gotten a hair cut just before school had started so that now it came to above her shoulders. Personally, I preferred it when it was when it was down to her elbows.

"You don't go to many dances do you?" I laughed which made her blush.

"Not really," She admitted, looking down at her shoes uncomfortably.

"C'mon," I said grabbing her hand and pulling her onto the dance floor, Grover and Thalia now lost in crowd.

"I don't dance," She protested, eyes growing wide.

"Sure you can, it's easy," I promised, taking one hand in mine and placing the other on my shoulder. "Don't think about it."

We started to sway to the music, Sophia growing more confident with her movements and soon began to enjoy herself.

"Since when can you dance?" She asked finally, looking at me with a smirk.

"I'm the son of Apollo of course I can dance," I boasted with a smug grin before leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Plus my sister Diane taught me when she found out I had never stepped on a dance floor before."

She burst out laughing, gaining the attention of couples near us.

"How old were you?"

"Eleven," I admitted, shaking my head at the memory. "Not long after my birthday. There was a celebration at camp, can't remember what for really, but I was the child of Apollo not dancing. So Diane spent the next couple of weeks teaching me to dance, she almost gave up after a few day from the amount of times I stood on her feet."

"How old is Diane?"

"A year younger than us," I admitted grudgingly, Sophia laughed again. "Keep laughing, just wait till we get back to camp, I'll make sure to tell –"

"They're gone," Sophia spoke stopping suddenly.

"What?" I asked, looking over towards the bleachers where the siblings had been standing minutes before.

"The di Angelo's they're gone."

"So is Dr. Thorn," I groaned, not seeing the monster anywhere. "What do we do?"

"You go look for them and protect them as much as you can, distract Dr. Thorn for as long as you can if you have to. I'll see if I can find Thalia and Grover, if we're going to get them out of here safely we'll need them."

A/N I'm baaaack! Did you miss me? I know this story is a little bit different but I hope you will all stay with me and I hope you will all enjoy this one as much as you did the last story. I've decided I'm not going to give deadlines of when I'm going to update, it's probably better if I didn't, so maybe I'll be updating a lot better than how I did with the Sea of Monsters and this way I'll be able to get some writing done with Lyria Potter as well. Thank you guys so much for the amazing reviews and feedback from the last story, and I hope you guys will continue being amazing with this one.

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