As morning came I laid in bed watching the particles of dust float in the air without a destination, Hazel was still fast asleep; but for some reason I couldn't stay in a state of rest. After I got home after my little meeting I couldn't bring myself to sleep, and if I did it only last a few sweet moments before my eyes open again; each time with a new type a of root vegetable growing on my bed side, which I still had no idea how to explain to my sister. Despite that in my mind I was truly concerned about the number of rebels in camp, I knew there were some; just not that much. All I knew for sure now was that I had their attention they had till sun down today to try and save their skins, but I know not all of them would; I saw those looks in their eyes, and I knew they were not going down without a fight most likely to the death. I only hoped some would come back to reality and join the right side, a quarter of the camp is corrupted and I guessed only two or three would talk, but even then, the information might be false. This was a sick game I am in to deep to escape I had to play, and the rules were simple win or die; this was becoming a little over whelming, and the amount of potatoes were starting to become more noticeable; to the point where instead of death all members of the Rebellion must only eat potatoes. Or better yet they must all work at a farm all day and night, maybe William could push my wheelbarrow; this thought made me laugh on the inside, instead of continuing my agriculture themed revenge I decided to go take a shower to clear my mind.

Trying to be quite I grabbed a towel and closed the door, to the Hades cabin private bathroom.  Slipping my clothes off and putting them in the hamper, I tuned on the water a waited a minuet as the water got to my desired tempter; making sure I wasn't going to slip I put one foot in at a time as the steam was slowly spilling out of the shower and onto the mirror. The hot water felt soothing agents my chest, as turned to make sure it was even everywhere I reached to grab so shampoo but only Hazel's pomegranate scented curl control was left. After I smelled like a fruit I took more time than needed, contemplating things that normally would never be more than a flicker in my brain; as soap was gliding down my body. When I was finally done, I got out trying not to fall grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my waist; for a moment, I wrapped my towel around my waist as my mind went back to reality. I slowly opened the door, making sure my sword was still leaning agents my bed; just encase a rebel tries to attack.

Once Hazel woke up I had to try to explain the potatoes, she shrugged it off surprisingly; but she seemed to tired to fully understand what I was saying. Despite her desperate search for me she had to leave, she promised when she comes back the rest of the seven and Reyna will come and pester me. In all honesty, I never fought for her to stay, New Rome was far from the battle; and I know Reyna will keep an eye on her for me. After she left I knew I had to get ready for a fight, spending an hour sharping my Stygian iron sword to where it could take off an arm with one single blow. I strapped on my belt and walked out side, the sun was out stinging my eyes with its intensity; covering my eyes with my hand as I walk through the snow. I knew if anything was going to happen it was going to happen at sun down, but that didn't mean some punk ass member of the Rebellion wouldn't decided to play hero and try to take me now. The leather jacket was tipped up all the way, choking me slightly; my jeans kept rubbing agents the blade of the swore, shaving some fabric off with every step. Walking to the edge of camp away from public view but I was still visible if you looked hard enough; the only sounds I could hear were in the distance. As I looked at the sky there were a couple stray clouds painted across the sky, the peace was unsettling; unnatural almost.

After watching two crows fight over a French Fri, I heard voices. From afar I couldn't tell who exactly was speaking, but the tone of the conversation told me everything I needed to know. Rebels. The variations of hushed voices and aggressive growls I could tell they were arguing, a crooked smile grew on my face; when the words could be made clear.

"If you so much as say a word to that demon, your dead to me and the entire Rebellion." Snarled an angry female.

"Is there any other choice? He has a sword that literally rips the soul right out of you, and surprisingly I don't want that to happen to me." It was refreshing to me that a rebel could actually think.

"Well you have till sun down to think about it, its probably a trap though. I bet twenty dollars William is working for him, I've never trusted that guy; he is always smiling, that makes me know he hiding something."  This topic interested me, the thought of skepticism developing in the Camp Half-Blood division. It did amuse me though how we both think William will betray further, when this is over I'm probably going to laugh; most likely at how stupid the Rebellion was for thinking William Solace could actually play both sides so terribly were they both don't trust him.

As the deadline was closing in the sky was painted with strokes of red and orange, as the darkness began to spread. The wind had a ghostly howl, as what was left of the snow shot its icy projectiles at unsuspecting demigods. I didn't feel fazed though, this was either going to end two ways; they will cooperate or they wont. I hoped for the first one, but excepted the second; like a timer one a clock the sun perfectly touched the horizon.  A silence fell over the air, like the world stopped for a second to mourn the loss of innocents. The sweet smell of fear could be smelled a mile away, as silhouettes of about twelve people; some with weapons.

"Well this is going to be fun." I said sarcastically to myself, when they finally did reach me they all bowed their heads in shame as they should. Amongst the crowd, I didn't see William, what I did see was shivering demigods who ranged from terrified to pissed off. I took my swords out of its holster, smiling maliciously at them.

"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise, twelve members of the Rebellion who actually have a brain in their head. Giving the little cults history this is very nice to see, usually you rebels don't think which is truly a shame. So I'm assuming I don't have to repeat myself of what I said last night?" No one spoke, I glided over to who looked the most angered and smiled.

"Its rude not to answer someone who asked you a question." His eyes were filled with such rage, he looked like he was about to burst into tears of frustration. His mildly tanned skin was turning red along with his elfish ears, as his fist clench.

"Did you not hear me, I asked you do I need to repeat myself of what I told you last night?" Defeat swallowed him as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"No, your majesty; you do not have to repeat yourself. I-I know the deal." He stuttered, I patted him on the shoulder which was both sympathetically and dominating. I did feel bad for some of these people, but that didn't mean they would get away without punishment.

"Well in that case, you all know what to do; tell me the secrets of the Rebellion and you will get a minor punishment." Released the boy from my grip.

"Wait, you said no punishment." One cowardly said.

"No, I said avoid my wrath, which included pikes and your severed head." He gulped down a lump in his throat.

"Now before I change my mind, its time to talk." One walked up a girl walk up maybe two years older than I was.

"Well the Rebellion is very old school, they like to recruit young, and." She paused for a second, I noticed the others had glanced to my right for a fleeting second; while another had a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"They specialize at sneak attacks." In a matter of seconds someone jumped forward with a sword as other s drew their weapons. Before the blade could come into contact with my skin, I removed the arm of the assailant with my sword; they all gasped as he bled out as his screams of pain filled the air with sorrow, the ivory of his shoulder bone was exposed; until crimson dyed with its grim tint. One tried to get to him, but my blade had already taken effect as his flesh started to become translucent. As the severed arm laid life less as, boy cried out but his words were muffled with tears.

"No, you're really not." I said in a baby voice smiling down looking down at my victim.

"There is still hope to save your friend thought if you hurry to the infirmary." They were still frozen in fear, as the demigod begged for help from his fellow rebel. They seemed in shock from the traumatic event, until one gained a sense of reality and picked him off running to the infirmary.

"That was me off guard, you remember that. Now go run to your little rebellion, and all of the insignificant members that there are no more chances for a deal. Now the only escape for me is death and, even then I will personally find you in the Underworld and MAKE. YOU. BURN!" I could feel the trees bending to my will reaching out for the traitors, the grass was even sprouting from the snow wrapping itself around the ankles of the now squirming demigods who were regretting their attack, and probably the choice to join the Rebellion. They screamed in terror as they struggled.

"Why are you doing this to us!" Screamed the most clueless demigod of them all, I calmly walked up to him.

"Because, I hold grudges."

End of Chapter Twelve