Hello, little midgets! Right now, since I'm bored and I have no life, imma update. What the Hades am I supposed to say now?

OH, RIGHT. I FORGOT THE DISCLAIMER. I ONLY OWN A FEW CHARACTERS, LIKE LEILA HERE.

Okay? Okay.

READ ON, MY LITTLE MIDGETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Third Person POV

Leila Darius stepped away from the apartment her mortal aunt lived in and hailed a taxi. "Central Park," she told the driver. She settled into the cab while rubbing her stomach. These people had it good here in New York. They didn't need to buy a car, they could just hail a taxi. And the food. These people really knew how to make penne pasta.

Leila had gotten a dream the night before, a Thursday, that told her to come to Central Park. She didn't know what it was, of course, but she didn't like it. So naturally, she needed to find out what it was. She wasn't scared. And, she'd already gone through the double procedure with Hazel and the Hecate kids.

She got out of the taxi, paid the driver, snatched a map from a stand, and walked into the not-so-great forest of Central Park.

Hey, she was from California. More so, Northern California. She'd been to science camp, and she'd taken tons of hikes through forests. These New Yorkers didn't have lots of forests.

Leila navigated her way through the park using her map. She remembered the last time she was here, when she was nine. Of course, then, she had no idea of the demigod world. She hadn't been following something that could kill her.

She found her way to the beggiest (Dat spelling doe.) lake. If her suspicions were correct, the voice was something connected to the water. She'd heard the voice coming from the lake she was standing near in her dream.

The chilling voice came back to her: The world you know and love will perish. Water will rule.

Leila stood at the lake shore, holding her weapon - A Swiss Army knife that could transform into a lot of things. She transformed it into a spear, one of her preferred weapons. She stood on the lake shore, waiting for anything that might show itself. She nicked herself on her wrist - just a scratch - and stuck it into the water. If it had been normal, the small cut would have faded. But it didn't. Leila sensed anger, as if all the molecules in the water were shaking uncontrollably.

Eventually something did show itself - a naiad. "Run," she told her, "Save yourself before he can reach you. He's more strong than you could know. Run. The sea will obliterate you." The nymph's face was masked with pure terror. She kept fidgeting as if she didn't want to be here, and she probably didn't.

Leila clenched her jaw. "I'm not leaving until I find out who 'he' is. I don't care if I die. And I don't suppose you could tell me his name?"

The naiad looked around desperately. "Naming names isn't a good idea when he's this close. Don't say I didn't warn you." And just like that, she sunk herself in the water.

Great, Leila thought. I should've charmspoken her when I had the chance.

The lake started to ripple. The water started swirling upward, forming into the shape of a giant that was approximately twelve feet tall. He was bare-chested with light skin and a gray beard. He wore pants that would probably be regular to Vikings, and in his hand he held a shield and at his side was a sword sheath.

Leila looked at him. Okay, what are his disabilities? she thought. Well, he was bare-chested, and he wasn't wearing armor. All he had was a shield in hand, but he had a sheathed sword. Of course, he was huge, but his shield was going to be useless if it came to combat. And his sword was sheathed. Leila decided not to focus on the fact that he probably had some big godly powers. And he was probably immune to charmspeak.

"Hello. What's your name?" Leila decided to start off friendly, with a casual voice.

The giant sneered. "Oh, I have a name. All important things do, right?"

"Oh, certainly!" Leila agreed. She was going to go the friendly approach. Maybe she could coax him into telling her something. "I certainly don't have one. Yet I spend so much time with people who do have names, it makes me sad. Sometimes, I forget the concept of names." She pretended to wipe away a tear, and lit up her face as if she had an idea. "But maybe you can name me!"

The giant waved his hand. "Nonsense! Don't fill my head with stupid stuff, mortal!"

Leila slunk back down again. "It's no use. I don't have a name, and I will never have a name," she said miserably.

The giant's face softened. "Oh, it's okay. Maybe you can stay at my palace for a little while. It will stall my plans for sea-domination, but we could probably drink some meade."

Leila's brow furrowed. "Sea-domination? What do you want that for?"

The giant sighed. "Wow, you're stupid, mortal. I want to force those two wretches Poseidon and Neptune out of the territory that's rightfully mine, or in other words, the sea! Those Greeks and Romans don't deserve the sea!"

Leila cocked her head. "Why is it rightfully yours?"

Mr. Giant scratched the back of his head. "Uh . . . Well . . .,"

"But that's not important!" Leila interrupted. "So, what were you saying about letting me in your palace?"

"Oh, sure! Just jump in the lake and you'll enter my palace!"

"Alright!" Leila pumped her fist, as if she was psyched. But she thought it might be a plan to kill her. She'd gotten herself into a lot of those lately. No big deal, of course. But usually, they weren't gods that weren't Greek or Roman. "But won't I get wet?"

"Of course you won't! Just put the spear away and you can come in."

Leila looked at the spear in her hand. She'd forgotten it was there. Putting away a weapon was a dangerous idea. But she supposed she always had her bow, being a Hunter. Not that that was her best weapon, though. "Okay," she consented, and transformed it back into a Swiss Army Knife.

Mr. Giant looked at the contraption curiously. "Interesting . . . It looks like one of those weapons that those Ancient Greeks had. Are you . . ." His eyes widened. "Are you one of those Greek demigods? Roman?" He said it with a fierce tone, as if he was going to kill Leila even if she said no.

"No," Leila said, looking at him weirdly. "Why would you think that?"

"Then what are you?" Mr. Giant asked, baring his teeth.

Leila's breath caught. She hadn't been expecting this at all. She had successfully lied to him about her name and guilt-tripped him. But she couldn't tell her name, nor could she say that she was Greek. So that left one option. She raised her chin and announced, "I am a Huntress!"

The giant drew back, confused. "A huntress? Is that like a Hunter?"

"Oh, yes, except that huntresses are female."

Mr. Giant took this in, pondering. Finally, he said, "I knew that the elves back in the older times mostly had powers, and they were great hunters. What is your power?"

Leila cursed. She could only control small amounts of water, and the giant was blocking that ability. She could shadow travel, but she didn't think that the giant found that impressive. After all, he probably did something similar everyday. She didn't think that she could charmspeak the giant either. So that left one option.

"I can do this!" She willed her bow and quiver to appear, which came with being a Huntress. Unfortunately, the bow was silver.

Mr. Giant stared at the bow. "It's silver. Like that stupid Greek's." He turned to Leila, a new hate burning in his features. "You're a Greek. The one that the water spirit sent the dream to."

Leila caught her breath again. Of course the giant would know that Artemis' symbol was the silver bow. He hated Greeks and Romans alike. Her only way to win against this giant was to either outsmart him, win in combat, or shadow travel away. She couldn't get to a tree fast enough, were the shadows were. She wouldn't be able to shadow travel unless she could somehow call shadows to her - something she'd tried and failed at - or get to a shadow fast enough. She was pretty sure that the giant would win in combat, seeing his size. The only option was to outsmart him.

"Yes, I am a Greek," she said dangerously, praying to Athena. "And I am the strongest one to ever live. I'm only second to the gods, and I have been blessed by them. I am immortal, and you can't hurt me. If you had common sense, you'd run for your life right now."

She hoped the giant would just sink back into the water, and say, Oops, I'm sorry. Don't hurt me. But of course, with her luck, that didn't happen. Mr. Giant threw back his face in laughter and replied, "Oh, that's funny. But now that I know what you are, let's start over. I'm Aegir, Norse god of the sea." Mr. Giant - no, Aegir - was smirking now, with cold fury.

Leila bit her lip in frustration. Of course it had to be a Norse god, especially after what happened to New York not that long ago. Of course it had to have a connection with one of the Avengers, by blood. Leila had to escape, and fast.

Without a word, she drew one of the arrows from her quiver and shot it at Aegir. It found its mark and entered Aegir's eyeball. He screamed with rage and fell to his knees and dissolved in the water, just the way he came. Leila ran for the trees and jumped into the shadow of one, shadow traveling away to who-knows-where. She found herself in a grove, surrounded by trees and a lake. Of course it had to be a lake, where Aegir could reach her. Using most of her strength, she shadow traveled to a place she knew well - the Hecate cabin. She opened her eyes to find the members of the cabin staring at her as if she . . . well, appeared out of nowhere.

"It's happening," Leila choked out. "I need you to set my copy free." Without waiting for an answer, she, using the last of her strength, shadow traveled to the most peaceful place she knew - her home. She stumbled to the "secret garden" of her place and laid down on her back.

"My name is Leila Darius," she gasped before she slipped into a coma.

And in the private spot for the Hecate kids in Camp Half-Blood, an exact copy of Leila Darius woke up.
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I've been a butt. I intended to update this on Monday or something, but here I am on a Saturday.

But Happy Halloween! And for those of you that don't celebrate Halloween, happy Saturday or Sunday depending on where you live!

-da dam author