Magic upon Magic: A new quest member

"What?!" I scream. Elaina explains. "See, if I am correct, your mother first married David Smith, your father and was about to have a child, right? And then, they divorced and she came back to someone she already married. In fact, if I remember, Lou Ellen's dad and Hecate were far apart for a while, and when she came back, you were already getting born. He suggested the name 'Ellen, for Lou Ellen and himself. Hecate excepted. So, if I'm correct, you are step-sisters with Lou and have two middle names. You only lived with your dad by the time you were born." I stared at her in shock. Jackson photocopied my face as he stared across the aisle. She rolled her eyes to the pale green ceiling. "It's obvious!…" she yelled, exasperated. (She is an Athena kid! She must see things a bit differently...) She started explaining every single little detail as she stalked my life's past. Jackson pretended to snore as Elaina explained. She shot him a dark look and continued. "Elaina, you can stop now." She stops and catches her breath. The view of buildings pass us by. "So far so good." Jackson mutters. "I've heard worse before." He continues looking out the window. Elaina offers me a game of chopsticks. We make our moves carefully. Jackson slowly starts watching us. "I win." I say to Elaina, who was pouting in defeat. The train stopped. I looked up from my seat. "We're here." Jackson muttered. "What?" I asked him. "Nothing." I raise him an eyebrow. "Fine. Be careful. In the midst." Jackson says mysteriously. Elaina looks at him this time. Jackson looks up to heaven. "Let's just get over with." Jackson leads us to the exit of the train. Elaina plays with my hair. "Quit it." I murmur to her, who is currently tying my hair from the French braid she made. She laughed as we stepped out of the train. I touch my hair that Elaina completed. Oh, that's good! I need her as my hair stylist, unless an Aphrodite kid already took that job. Either way, I'll probably let both the Aphrodite kid and Elaina do my hair. As I step off the train, something nearly knocks me down. Quote, THE SMELL. Ew. The water was blue, but litter was well, litterd everywhere. Percy would not like this, I know. "Come on." Jackson pushes us forward. "I think he's around here somewhere." I let go. "What?" Jackson looks back. "I know someone here. I'm sure he will help." I whisper to Elaina, "It better not be Jackson the II." She chuckles. "Hey!" Jackson shoots us a look of anger. I stop. We swerve through the lake of littered water, take a turn to a Dairy Queen and take a left to the dumpster. We are at a dark corner. "Uh, what are we doing?" I question Jackson as he looks through the trash. "We better not be dumpster diving." I threaten him. He laughed and snapped his fingers. A figure emerges from the depths of darkness. "Yes?" The voice sounded raspy, almost creepy. "What do you want?" I shoot at the voice. "Ah, we have a spunky one." I raise an eyebrow at him. This guy was just plain creepy. "Come out! Jackson yelled. He came out. It was a teenager, about 17 or so, (Wonder how he got that raspy voice then...) wearing a Camp Jupiter shirt or whatever you want to call it. "Andrew, son of Trivia."

"What?!" I scream again for the second time in this chapter. "Trivia? Roman form of Hecate?" I ask him. He nods. "Why do you need me?" He asks Jackson. Jackson hesitates for a while, thinking on what to say. He twiddled his thumbs for a little, then speaks. "Um, let me see how you would put in the words... Okay, this," he points at me, "is Lo'Reena, daughter of Hecate or Trivia. Elaina, daughter of Athena, known as Minerva for you and you know me. We're here to stop the bane of magic once again." Andrew recovers his voice. "Ah." It doesn't  sound raspy anymore at least. "I have come to help." He opens a hand and flames appear, igniting the dark alley. He has dark black hair, with surprisingly electric blue eyes, as if he was the son of Zeus instead, tan skin, and aviator sunglasses. "My Gods, he handsome." Elaina mutters to me. "Agreed." I whisper back. He must've heard, because then he sent us a wicked smile; Jackson frowned. (Both guys must like either me or Elaina...) I ask him again, "Why are you here?" He removes his glasses. The eyes crackle with electricity. "I'm here to help." He growled. "If you don't want it, you can run off on your silly little quest." I stare at his blue eyes. He stares back through my lime green ones. I snap away from his gaze. It was too bright. It was unbearable. I innocently put one hand behind my back. I muttered some incarnations or something so that Andrew wouldn't hear and waved my hand. I closed my eyes and concentrated. "Whoa!" Andrew said, suspended in midair. I smirked at him as he struggled to get down. "I see." He said. He muttered something and he dropped. He dusted himself off as I took out my sword to defend myself. Andrew unsheathed his sword, murmuring something about girls. "Wait. Rewind." Elaina stepped in front of us, Jackson looked disappointed. "You," she jabbed a finger at Andrew, "are here to help. You," Elaina points her finger at me, this time less threatening, "are here to prevent magic from colliding. Shake hands, adios." She walks back as Andrew and I grip hands, trying to crush each other's hands. "So, can I come?" Andrew asks me, flipping his aviator glasses in the air. I catch it. "Fine." I say, handing him his  glasses as he swipes them on, smiling a wicked smile.