"I knew it!" Thomas snorted, and we turned to him.

"Really?"

"No! Have you met me?" he laughed, "But the villain's name always starts with an L! Like Luke from Percy Jackson or Voldemort from Harry Potter!"

"Doesn't Voldemort start with a V?" Cora asked, and Thomas just shrugged.

"I dunno, I haven't read a book in a month,"

"Oh my Styx," Elizabeth sighed, rubbing her forehead, "you idiot—"

"You fools!" Lucas snapped hastily, "How are you not surprised that I Lucas, son of Pan, a lesser demi-god, has poisoned the camp for weeks?!"

"Oh right, I nearly forgot!" I said, getting back on track, "Wait, you're being serious? Marcus and I would have noticed!"

"What do you mean by 'Wait, you're being serious?! You weren't fully sure?" Jarvis spluttered, I chuckled nervously.

"Oops?"

"Isn't Marcus Jones dead?" Elizabeth asked, and Lucas snapped at us.

"To answer your question, Amara," Lucas snarled (I guess it's his first time being a villain), "I was doing it for my fellow lesser demi-gods! Tell me, have you ever seen a lesser demi-god other than me and Isa? No, because so few of them ever get into Camp Unspeakable! They die because they don't get into camp, and get chewed up by bounty hunters! They don't make it past their fifteenth birthday!"

We exchanged glances, realizing the final plot of Lucas' plan. He wanted justice for his family.

"That's why I want justice by killing ALL demi-gods, it's time to let the lesser demi-gods rise," Lucas chuckled, and I gulped. Of course, this had to take a sharp turn. I looked over to Elizabeth who was quickly thinking up a plan. Thomas and Hannah were wounded, Leah didn't have any more heels, and Cora wasn't close enough to the lake. This could go two ways. One, we're screwed as heck. Or, we keep baiting Lucas on so we can get more info as Elizabeth thinks of a swifty plan. Besides, it's like seven versus one. Easy!

Jarvis pointed his lion-blood-covered spear at the satyr.

"We'll kill you right here and now! We have the upper ground!" he shouted, but Lucas seemed unfazed by Jarvis' threat.

"Doesn't matter. The whole shield is down, the shrines will rot, and bounty hunters are coming every minute. The whole camp will fall by sunrise, you can't stop us,"

"B-but the gods, they'll surely help us, right? They can't just go and not notice hundreds of us dying," I cried, clueless. Lucas crackled an evil gleam in his eyes.

"The gods? The gods don't care, remember? They can't meddle with mortals anymore, mostly, and we're all half-mortal. They don't care," he whispered in a murderous tone, "the camp can't be saved. Sorry, hehe,"

Suddenly, I remembered how Chiron wanted to see his family again and how he felt guilty for all the dead campers. Chiron would have no chance. That made my blood boil. I understand Lucas' reasoning, I would support it, but murder? Not my thing.

"You're our blood!" Leah blurted suddenly, "Our flesh and stone! How could you?!"

"Oh really? That's not what you said, Leah Smith..."

"Yeah, are you done yet?" Hannah rolled her eyes, surprising Lucas with her sass, "I swear, my A.D.H.D is kicking in. I can barely keep my eyes open, we've been talking about evil justice and murder for eight minutes! Please, for the sake of my eyeballs!"

"I suppose you want action?" Lucas asked, whipping out a jagged sword. I stretched my bow and arrow.

"Yep, you're sure as heck I do," I nodded, Hannah's sass rubbing off on me.

"Seven versus one, remember? You should have had a better plan Lucas," Elizabeth said, pulling out a blade.

"Are you sure about that?" a voice hissed, emerging from the shadows. Isa. Oh great.

"Isabelle?!" Jarvis bellowed, "I was right about you!"

"You seem shocked, Reins. You do know me quite well, son of Ares," Isa laughed crazily, "oh, and it's Isa,"

"How far is this stupid rabbit hole?" I mumbled under my breath. Lucas and Isa? That's an unlikely team, son of Pan and daughter of Eris? My guess is, it doesn't end well. But then both have the same motive...they want anti-hero justice. Wait, why would Isabelle want justice?

"Wait," Elizabeth paused, "Isa, you never struck me as the anti-hero person. If anything, you'll help start a war like your mom! What is it for you?"

"Oh oh!" she giggled, "I—"

Lucas covered her hand, narrowing his eyes.

"Don't," he hissed and nodded his head. Then the two fled, running south of Camp Unspeakable.

"They're getting away!" Jarvis protested but suddenly, a stampede of blood-thirsty satyrs rose from the lingering shadows.

"Oh satyrs?! Again?!" Thomas groaned and Elizabeth snapped into action.

"Jarvis and Leah, you chase after Isa and Lucas! Hannah and Cora, go warn Chiron and Eleos! Try also killing some monsters while you're at it!" she instructed, "Thomas and Amara, you're with me till further orders from Chiron come back. We have a more 10% chance if my plan goes correctly,"

"I don't like these odds," Leah mused, "but what the Hades? Let's have some action!"

Jarvis and Leah ran after Lucas while Cora and Hannah dashed off to the howling night. I gulped, seeing most of the satyrs surrounding me. I sent an arrow to a satyr's head, killing it.

"Thomas, are you still able to use your bladed crutches?" Elizabeth asked, whipping her leg to kick three satyrs in the face. Oof, that'll leave a scratch.

"As I said, Lizzy!" he grinned, bonking a satyr on the head with his crutches, "I'd follow you anywhere!"

"Good!" she yelled back, slashing a bloody satyr in the neck.

"I wonder why they're helping Lucas—get off me you bloody goat!" I shrieked, kicking the satyr who was attacking me and clinging to my leg. I kicked him off and flew an arrow at its arm. What a creep!

"Satyrs are usually very helpful, sure they get drunk but they don't attack!" Thomas pointed out, stabbing one.

"Wait...I wonder if..." Elizabeth mumbled, "Lucas is the son of Pan, who is a goat god, who is a satyr! What if the satyrs aren't trying to harm us but they're being controlled? Then Lucas would be the hive mind!"

"So we've been killing innocent creatures?!" I cried, realizing I'd killed at least ten satyrs. I feel terrible!

"Too late, we're slightly outnumbered," she replied, jumping onto a log.

"Well—AH!"

I screamed as a group of satyrs grabbed my limbs. They appeared to try and stretch my limbs till they....well, still my limbs pop. A satyr snatched my bow and arrows, leaving me to fend for myself.

"Amara!" Thomas shouted as I struggled even more.

"Stop touching me and let go! You little—help! I'm warning you, UGH!" I protested as they kept stretching and pulling on my arms. I shrieked in frustration and blew off my top. I bit one on the arm. A satyr yelped, jumping back.

"Guys, a little help?" I snapped, being lifted into the air. Suddenly another group of satyrs grabbed Elizabeth.

"EXCUSE ME?!" Elizabeth barked, startling the satyrs, "Did you just try to touch me? That's harassment!"

"Uhh," the satyrs mumbled, seeming to still have some control over their bodies, "I didn't mean to sweetheart—"

"Excuse me, since when did you ask me that you could call me sweetheart?" she snarled, Thomas sighed.

"Trust me guys, I've tried before, just don't call her sweetheart."

Then Elizabeth noticed Leah's heel laying on the ground. She snatched it up and whacked the satyrs with it. She hit them on the head, in the eye, and right on the neck.

"How dare you, you disgusting shameless creatures! Did your grandma not teach you not to act like a creep?!" Elizabeth demanded, whacking them over the head.

But even with crazy mode Elizabeth, there was no end.

"Guys, what do we do now?" Thomas asked, growing worried.

"Chiron still isn't here nor is Leah and Jarvis. We should abandon the post!" Elizabeth ordered, swallowing her pride.

"What happened to your plan of 10% chance of—"

"Hey, it's tough enough for me to admit a mistake!" she shot back. I kicked my legs, the satyrs letting go of my grasp.

"Go, go, go! Run, people, RUN!" I hollered, running with Elizabeth and Thomas. We rushed away from the surging crowd.

"What do we do now?" Thomas asked Elizabeth, trying to keep up with his scrawny legs.

"We should make our way to the shrines! Chiron and Eleos should be alerted and—"

"What if that plan fails?!" I cried, "We would—WHOA!"

I fell, knocking my head to the grass. Feet. I noticed that there were feet, in hunting boots, standing before me. My glasses were knocked next to me and I grabbed them, hastily putting them on.

"Get up," a voice said, loud and clear. I scrambled to my feet, my hair tangled in my face. I curled my hair behind my ear and my vision cleared. Whoa. There was a woman, in her twenties, in hunting wear. Thick boots, a bow, and arrows in her hand, and a few girls behind her, wearing the same. She had a striking rassemblement to me, the same blond hair, and her eyes looked like mine just different color. Her eyes glowed with aurora, like Eleos, but way more powerful.

She had a stern frown on her defined face, glaring at us. I looked over to my right, and Thomas was utterly shocked. I looked over to my left and saw Elizabeth bowing to the woman. She looked scared and nervous.

"Hello...my Lady Artemis," Elizabeth said with a shaky breath. I widened my eyes, Artemis?! As in, the goddess of the hunt, leader of the Hunt as in the fearsome group, and the protector of young woman?! The same Artemis as in the goddess?! (I spend too much time reading)

"Eusebia?" Artemis said, still looking scary.

"Hello, Artemis...it's Elizabeth now, please," Elizabeth replied, not looking at her and still bowing. Artemis turned to me. I gulped.

"H-hello,"

"Hmm," she muttered, scanning me, "I suppose you will do lovely for the role..."

Wait, what role? What is Artemis talking about?

"Wait, I—"

The stampede of satyrs rushed over to us again but turned pale when they saw the goddess.

"Out. Get. Out. You scrawny satyrs!" Artemis barked, and just like that, they were gone. They ran away like cowards, tripping and pushing like toddlers. Beat that Lucas!

"Oh thank you!" Thomas heaved a sigh of relief.

"Now that the 'threats' or whatever are out of the way," she replied, "we must talk,"