A/N: Sorry, for the horrid chapter, please comment what you want to happen because I honestly don't know what to do.
Luke's P.O.V.
After my dearest commander smacked my poor beautiful head, I headed towards out of our cabin. Then I remembered something important. We don't have food.
I mind linked Chaos, - Luke bold- -Chaos/Oz italics-
"Hey Lord Chaos, I think we forgot something-"
"Did you forget your pants again Dagger, because I swear in the name of me I'll-"
"That was one time. Currently, I need food."
"Why didn't you just say so?"
"You didn't let me"
"It's too early for your attitude"
"It's almost dark"
"Whatever, just eat with the other campers."
"Thank you for nothing, my Lord"
"Call me Lord one more time, and I'm tattooing a unicorn on your forehead."
"Yes sir."
"Later loser"
~End of Conversation~
I shook my head as I turned back our food-less cabin. Chaos may be an ancient deity, but he still acts seven. Honestly, he reminds me of how Percy used to be, before the incident.
Some days we get Percy, sarcastic, fun, and idiotic. But, most days we get Locks, the serious, ruthless, cruel commander. I still can't believe the kindhearted boy we have on somedays, can be so terrifying the next.
I think Chaos is really helping him, I don't know what's the deal between those two but-
"Ow!"
I look at the girl who I've nearly knocked to the ground.
It was her.