Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 35

Anna

Anna drove past Thalia's tree, stopping her bike at the crest of Half Blood Hill. She surveyed the place that had become her home over the past decade.

'Home. It still sounds strange.'

She shook herself. Pulling her helmet off her head she watched as Chiron cantered up the hill from the Big House. She smiled at him and began to roll her bike down the grass. She waved at the Stoll brothers who looked at her with some fear. The last time the brothers had tried to pull a prank on her she'd slipped hair removal cream into their shampoo, hair growth serum in their shaving cream and bribed the Aphrodite cabin into charming clown paint onto their faces for a month. Then she actively got every camper she could bribe or intimidate into doing some combination of dumb or elaborate pranks on them for the rest of the summer session. They never bothered her again. Hermes, instead of being angry, had been impressed and he'd gifted her with a magical scroll, that would take a message anyplace. It was a convenient tool on quests, but she had also been sworn to secrecy regarding its existence. The only times she used was to talk to the gods, Chiron or the egyptian nomes.

"Welcome home Dianne." Chiron said after she parked the bike next to Cabin 6. She smiled grimly at her mentor.

"It's nice to be back." She followed him towards the forges, where the clatter and clank of campers hard at work echoed. Nyssa immediately walks over.

"One day you're going to tell me who made your baby." Nyssa said by way of greeting. Anna just laughed and passed her Eleos.

"I'll tell you the same day you can craft her a sibling." Nyssa sighed dramatically. Chiron stood outside the forge, watching his pupils indulgently. Anna realized how unusual this peace must seem for him. For the better part of the last one hundred and fifty years, there had always been some major disaster that required the use of demigods as expendable pawns in the fate of the universe. Even as he trained the heroes, he hoped for them to never be called to battle. Anna suddenly felt guilty for the selfishness of her actions. She should have checked in earlier and found another way to hunt down the demons, instead of travelling from case to case with the Winchester's, risking the safety of the camps.

"Has Rachel gotten anything useful from the Grove? I need to go back out there. I need to follow the bodies the fire demon drops." Anna asked as she rejoined Chiron. They began to walk around camp, observing the campers going about day to day life. Even in springtime, camp was always full now.

"No. Nothing more than what we have had before. Locations where it has struck before. People it has affected." Anna nodded.

"Then I'll stay here for a little while. Rest, refuel and research a little. Nico brought my things?" Chiron nodded. Anna shrugged and continued. 'Then I have everything I need. If I can find a lead before Rachel or Ella great, if not I'll go wherever they direct me." Chiron sighed.

"Be careful Dianne. I know I asked this of you, but this creature is dangerous. Don't do anything rash." Anna nodded. She set off towards Cabin 6 as Chiron headed to the archery range for the mid morning lesson. She quietly opened the door. None of her siblings were in at the time which was nice, she didn't want to get talked into sharing her research; or be tempted into asking for help. She opened the steamer trunk, and removed a large bowl. She set it on one of the tables hidden by the book stacks she had set up by her bed. Next she removed an urn engraved with hieroglyphs. She poured the oil into the bowl. The hieroglyphs engraved around the rim flared with power. She glanced around guilty. She was about to indulge in some seriously dangerous hybrid magic.

"Bast?" Anna called quietly. The surface of the oil rippled gently before the face of the goddess appeared.

"Kitten? What are you doing? This is dangerous magic you are playing with! If the Pharaoh ever hears of this he is going to be so angry." The goddess vanished for a moment, as though she had gone to pace.