John had decided that before going to dinner that he was going to visit Emeraude. Just has he stepped over the threshold of the infirmary, he bumped into the one and only Xavier Kelani and almost fell over in the process. John steadied the shorter brunet.

John gave him a shy smile before he breathed out, "hey." John knew it was not going to fix anything, but he might as well give it a shot.

Xavier just glared at him and shrugged John's hands off his arms. "What?" he asked with venom in his voice.

John looked down to his feet, "I'm sorry."

Xavier rolled his eyes and tried to bump past the taller man, but John grabbed his wrist. Xavier ripped his hand from Johns grip. "Leave me alone John."

"Xavier, please." John said persistently, "I shouldn't have…" John hesitated.

"Shouldn't have what, John?" He asked, John just started at him with his mouth open slightly. "Shouldn't have broken up with me? Shouldn't have started going out with me in the first place?" He said angrily.

John took a deep breath, "I know I hurt you, and I never wanted that and I know I was the first guy you dated," Xavier huffed at him, "and I get that you're upset, but trust me, it was for the best." John realized he said the wrong thing when just glared harder at him.

"You break up with everyone! I thought I was special! Gods, at least I was with you for more that fricken week. You know my own siblings told me I was gonna get my heart broken but I thought you liked me!" He said angrily.

"I know," John said. "I'm not great at relationships. But you, you know you could probably get anyone right?" Xavier just rolled his eyes. "I mean it." John reassured. "I'm not a great boyfriend, but you are and I know like half my cabin likes you even if you do act…"

John got cut off by Xavier, "How do I act?"

John realized his mistake and he mentally face palmed at his own actions. "I said that wrong."

Xavier huffed once again, "I get what you're trying to say, but I'm still mad at you. Now I have things to do, so excuse me." He said while pushing past John.

"I really am sorry, Xavier."

"Yeah" Xavier was all he said, leaving John in his wake.

John could not help but feel a bit bad. He still couldn't understand how the other boy could say he loved John though. They had only dated for three weeks and they broke up about a month ago. For some reason John had never been good at relationships, on average they lasted a couple weeks, the shortest being a few days and the longest being two months.

John liked relationships; he just wants a relationship with the perfect person. Granted the perfect person, does not exist. Nevertheless, John just wants someone who always makes him feel warm inside, and not just for the first few days of a relationship.

John shoved all the thoughts of relationships aside and headed inside the infirmary.

He saw that the son of Hades, Axel, was talking with Emeraude. John knew Axel, they could be classed as friends, John thought. Axel mostly kept to himself, save a few friendly rivalries with children of the big three, like Thea and Finn. John thought that maybe Axel's red eyes and the black streaked white hair freaked a few of the younger campers. He is quite handsome, he thought offhandedly.

"And, you see, we live here in camp half blood, where other demigods come to live. Safe, it is very safe here for people like us." Axel explains to Emeraude. "You understand?"

Emeraude nods at her half brother. She looks to where John is standing and gives a shy smile. "Hello."

"Hi." John says in reply.

Axel looked up and sent him a smile.

John nods to him in acknowledgement, before looking at Emeraude. "Comment allez vous?"

"Bien et toi?"

"Bien."

The three tried to carry on a conversation, switching between English and French, so they could understand each other better. After about almost an hour of conversing with one another, John had learned that Emeraude was born in 1927, that Axel hated clowns, and in turn the two offsprings of Hades knew that he really loved ducks and feared horses.

A daughter of Aphrodite came in the infirmary and told the two that they could leave if they wanted., because it was dinner time. Therefore, the two boys decided to leave Emeraude in the hands of the petite blonde-haired girl.

While walking to the dining pavilion the boys made small talk.

"So if she's born in 1927, then how old is she?" John asked.

"Well she said she died when she was fifteen in world war two and was brought back a few days ago." Axel replied. "I guess she's almost ninety."

John looked pensive, "If she was dead, who brought her back?" He pondered.

"No idea." The two arrived at the pavilion finally, but before going their separate ways Axel says, "See you at the party later."

"Wait, what party?" He asked while taking a double take.

"Oh shit," Axel said, "Don't tell Finn I told you? Please." Axel asked desperately.

John sighed deeply, "Don't worry man, I won't." Then they parted ways.

Now John liked parties, sounded like a great idea really, just preferably not when he feels like he's losing his mind and definitely not on his birthday.

John grumpily sat down next to one of his siblings before digging into his spaghetti bolognaise. Ans viscously taking a bite out of it, Alejandra sat down next to him with a smile. John swallowed and looked to his half sister.

"Happy birthday." She said sweetly, john smiled back.

"Thanks." He said and turned back to his plate and pilling some spaghetti onto his fork

"I know you're not a fan of your birthday, but I got you something." John turned his head to her, and since John was probably the most unobservant demi-god to have ever attended camp half-blood, had failed to notice the quiver, sans arrows, on her back. John's face fell into that of shock. Alejandra took the quiver off her back and gave it to him.

John examined the quiver, made out of black leather with a few silver swirls and silver edging at the top. He turned it upside down and found his initials on the bottom inscribed with silver lettering. J.J.J. John put the quiver down on the table before enveloping Alejandra into a hug.

"Thanks Alex." He said softly.

"It also does a neat trick." She says with a sweet smile on her face. John looks at her as if to say, show me.

She grabs the quiver, looked at the bottoms of it, and pressed slightly onto his initials. The quiver turned into a black backpack with the silver lettering on the bottom of it.

"That's so cool." John said before pulling Alejandra into another hug and squeezing the life out of his half sister.

As he was leaving the Pavilion, John felt a hand slap his shoulder. He turned his head slightly and saw Finn by his side. John glared at him slightly, because of the supposed party he was throwing for John, even though he knew that John did not like to celebrate the stupid day.

"I have another gift for you, my friend." Finn told John, his excitement barely contained.

"And what is that?" John feigned curiosity.

Finn just hummed, "well, you're going to have to be at fireworks beach at half eight. Meaning you can go call home, like you always do on your birthday, then get changed into something nice and head down, think you can do that?" Finn said with a smile dancing on his lips.

John huffed in an over exaggerated manner, "Sir Yes sir." He says, barley containing his smile.

"Okay, Johnny boy, for today I'll ignore the sass." Finn said before walking off. "Special day and all." He yelled out.

John let out a small chuckle and made his way to the big house. John was born eighteen years ago today. He took in that thought, not really sure what to make off it. Nevertheless, this is John after all, so he decided to let his mind wander.

John found himself thinking about the future. Unknown to most people, excluding a few close friends in camp, John had been accepted into New Jersey City University on a scholarship. Not far from where he lived and would be attending in the fall with a few of his friends from high school, studying microbiology. John could not help but feel excited for it, starting school living in the real world.

Then he remembered camp, would he come back every year? What would happen if a monster attacked him at school? John could not help but let these small anxieties bug him.

While walking he closed his eyes for a minute. Before opening them.

Once again he was no longer in control of his body. He looked around him. The cobblestoned road was to his left and to his right was a bakery. He turned and looked at his reflection on the glass. This man was not John, with pale blue eyes and dark curly hair and a thick black beard covering his face, this man looked to be in his mid twenties.

"Jean." He heard a man call to him.

He turned his head to see a man, dressed like him in mostly black, long coat, high waisted pants, white high-collared blouse. Although this man had a white beard, plump figure whereas Jean was stocky and more muscle and slightly shorter than the older man. The man grabbed his arm and they both started walking quickly.

"The bureau is on its last legs, with its founder in and out of prison and here you are on a case with a cold trail." The man said rapidly and seriously, with a demeanor that made Jean feel small, the pair turned down a poorly lit alley.

John realized that the language that was being spoken was French, even though John was decent in French, thanking the late nights he and his friends stayed up watching foreign films with subtitles, but normally he would never have understood this conversation.

"I am sorry, sir. But I have to solve this case; I am so close I can feel it." Jean persists.

The older man's face softens, "follow it if you must, but it must not interfere with cases you have been given, we are in the middle of a revolution and I know you want to find the man…" He said before being cut off by Jean.

"He was no man, when I met him he told me things. I have to find him, the blue eyed man knew things about me." Jean said nervously.

"What did he tell you Jean?"

And just like that John was back in camp, in front of the big house. He must have walked there while having a vision. For now, John had decided to brush it off, to forget and think about it later. He took a deep breath to calm himself. And went up the steps before knocking.

Chiron poked his head out, "John, want to use the phone I presume?"

John nodded, "if you don't mind, please."

"Not at all." Chiron replied, then guiding John to Chiron's office. "Tell me once you're finished." Chiron then took his exit.

John walked over to the phone on the wall before dialing the familiar number. It rang a few times before being picked up.

"Hello?" A deep voice came through the phone.

John couldn't help but feel happy as he heard the man's voice, "Hey dad, it's me"

"Johnny, how's my boy?" The voice asked.

Now Harold Joseph was not John's father in blood, but in everything else, he was. He had been there ever since John was three and still lived in Australia with his mom and grandparents.

"I'm fine dad, its camp; everything's always good at camp." John said with a huge smile on his face. "How's Danny? And mom?"

Three years exactly today his little brother had been diagnosed with type three Gaucher's disease. Which constantly worries John to no end. In addition, his mother, and well a year ago today her identity had been stolen, which left the family out of pocket by a fair bit.

"Danny is fine, nothing has happened, it's been pretty calm. Your mom is working right now; she took another shift at the retirement home. I think she's cheating on me with Mister Jones." He jokes and John laughs at the joke.

"You'll tell her I love her right?" He asked shyly.

"Of course." Harold said softly. "Hope you don't mind but as payment for babysitting Danny, we let Megan and a few of your friends watch films in the den sometimes." He laughs out.

Megan was considered family; she was a short British girl who was one of John's first friend s after he had moved to New Jersey.

John snorts in response, "don't let them watch night of the living dead without me." Both of them laughed at that. "You do know Bobby got a key cut so he could come in whenever he wanted?"

"Of course he did. Haven't seen him for a while though."

The two stayed on the phone, for a while until John glanced at the clock and saw that it was quarter past seven.

"Dad, I'm going to have to go, Finn has a surprise for me and I apparently need to change from camp clothes to something better." His dad laughed at him and said something about Finn needing to come visit again, before John bided farewell and ended the call.

John put the phone down and smiled to himself. He then called at to Chiron, chatted for moment, then left for his cabin. Thankfully, he made it back to his cabin with no visions. He looked around, and only saw two of his sibling talking. He thought that they were only about twelve. John turned back and took off his camp shirt and put on a faded black t-shirt, well what was once a t-shirt but had had its sleeves ripped off. He took off his joggers and swapped them for a pair of dark jean shorts that reached his knees.

He looked into a mirror hanging on the wall. He ruffled his curly hair, making it look messier than before. "I need a haircut." He said to himself.

Once he arrived at the beach, it was quarter past eight and the sun was starting to set, he looked around and saw two massive bonfires illuminating the area. Near the tree line, he saw Lana at a makeshift bar pouring, what appeared to be just a coke, for his friend Tate. He looked around before someone slammed his or her hand on his shoulder, making him jump.

"Finn, I swear if you keep doing that." John yelled at his friend while Finn just cackled in response. John mumbled in response, "I hate you."

"Nah ya don't," Finn said before yelling, "Hey!" Everyone turned to him, nymphs that were previously playing music had stopped, and everything was quiet. "Birthday boy's finally here, let's put it into full swing!" John flinched at the loudness of his voice. The nymphs started playing once more, something more upbeat and in between the bonfires, most of the demi-gods started dancing. "Go have some fun Johnny boy." Finn said while patting his back before wandering off to dance, terribly, but he was blind so no one really blamed him.

He walked over to the bar and sat down on a stool, Tate had left, probably to dance. He sat in front of the brunette serving and gave her smile.

"Happy birthday, birthday boy." She says while bringing a shot glass up on the counter then she took a sip of the red wine that was on the side. She poured some Russian standard into to the glass, she took her glass of wine and John took his.

"How do you get alcohol into camp? There is literally a god in this camp, and you still get it in." He said.

"Girl's gotta have her secrets." She laughed; they clanked their glasses together before downing them.

They put the glasses together and she poured more vodka into his glass. "So get anything good?" She asked.

"Yeah but I needed to talk to you about something." He said on a more seriously.

She took note of the tone in his voice and said, "Go on then."

He looked at the shot glass in his hand and downed it. "You're smart, you've noticed that something's up with the Apollo cabin and all the creatures in the forest acting weird, right?" She nodded. "Well everyone who's related to Apollo has been having visions, hell Finn's foreshadowing shit has been acting up recently as well and hell, Apollo's only his grandfather. But I've been having the most I think and I don't know why."

"I knew something was going on," she said quietly. "Why are you coming to me about this?"

"I had a vision and one of these people, are going to New Jersey and it's a long shot but I feel like I need to know. This morning I started seizing." He said desperately. "I couldn't do anything, but I have to go there." He persisted. "I can't explain it, it's like I have to go."

"And you want me to go with you." She concluded and he nodded to her. "Why me, and If I came who else?"

"Why you?" He repeated, "You're the best fighter I've ever seen and I think I'll need you. And for the others, I was going to ask Finn, I know that he'd come with me in a heartbeat if I asked."

"Imagine that," she snorted. "You, me and Finn in a car driving to New Jersey." She pondered for a moment.

"I know you don't get along." He said.

"That's an understatement."

"He doesn't hate you, "John said quickly, "He just hates the fact you're a better fighter than him."

Lana just gave him appointed look before taking her shot and responding with, "So say I go with you to New Jersey…"

Tate cut off Lana sitting on a stool next to John. Tate was Native American, was short and had a girlish baby face that he never wanted. He was also wearing a dark grey baseball tee and khakis. Lana noticed that his shirt revealed a bit of his binder so she leant over the bar and straightened his shirt.

"Thanks," He smiled at her gratefully. "Sorry, I overheard you speaking and I didn't really know what to do. I just wanted some more coke."

"It's okay." Lana said while taking the plastic cup out of his hand and refilling it with more coke then giving it back to him.

He nodded to her before saying, "I could come with you, and I've wanted to get out of here for weeks to be honest."

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea Tate, I don't want you getting hurt." John said quickly.

"I'm a good fighter, I can help." Tate persisted.

John sent Lana a look, and Lana nodded back. John turned to Tate and said, "Sure, I trust you Tate."

"That means a lot, John, Happy birthday." He said before wandering off.

"So I guess it's now me, you, Finn and Tate." Lana said while putting her shot glass away and drinking what is left of her red wine.

"You'll come?" He asked, just to be sure.

Lana nodded and decided to change the conversation, "now I know you don't like your birthday, but you love parties and we have decent music, so how 'bout we dance?" She said as a girl went behind the bar. She turned to the girl and asked, "Jackie you don't mind watching the bar for bit do you?"

Jackie shook her head; John took notice that her thick short black hair had blue tips that were hard to see now that the sun had set. Lana smiled at the girl and patted her on the back before jumping the counter and clasping her hand with John's and leading him towards where people were dancing.

She let go of his hand once they got there and they both started dancing to the beat of the music. They were both in each other's proximity. Lana looked behind John and laughed slightly.

"What?" John asked over the surprisingly loud music.

"Xavier still hates you right?" She asked while laughing.

John just huffed in response.

"Because he's dancing with one of your brothers, the one you're close with, it's Casimir right?"

"Wait really, Xavier's dancing with Cas?" He asked. "Thank fuck for that." He said before letting out a small chuckle.

Lana laughed at her friends actions, "Doesn't bother you?"

John shook his head in response, "Hell no, they both deserve to have a good time."

He decided to turn his head around and saw Xavier and Cas dancing together, Xavier was smiling while Cas looked really happy. John knew his brother, someone must have brought him out of his shell and onto the dance floor, John presumed it was Xavier, but it could have been Thea, Cas's adopted sister and a daughter of Zeus, but no one under the age of fifteen was allowed at these parties. Because we might be irresponsible, but not that irresponsible to let severely underage kids get drunk.

Sorry for the long absence, this chapters a little longer so forgive me? Please? My phone with the whole plot was sent back to get fixed and it was gone for three weeks.

Also reviews are great motivaters, just saying. And for flash backs, would you rather know the period of them, because this one was in the French revolution, would you rather know or not? Tell me. I know flashbacks are irritating but they do have a role, what do you think of them in general?

Also every oc will have crucial part at one point, don't worry, I have roughly three parts for this story and main characters in one part might not be main characters in other parts.

Anyway on with the oc credits (I'm gonna stop doing the ones who were mentioned):

Xavier Kelani, xxbookwormmockingjayxx

Emeraude Rousseau, Red Blooded Being

Axel Sinatra, KingBishop

Alejandra Vitale, TheGoddessOfWriting

Lana Ahlstrom, Liquidation

Tate Cody, Steven Stevie Steve

Casimir Ortiz Marquez, Kittypladin