(Barbie Movie AU!) (I have one where the hunters are not affected.)

The mist hung thick over Camp Half-Blood, mixing with the golden domes of Camp Jupiter in a way that never used to happen — like the two camps had merged under a single, suffocating spell. The air was still, no longer humming with the crackle of celestial bronze or the chatter of demigods training. Instead, there was only the soft shuffle of feet on dirt, and the distant clank of pots from the mess hall.

You’d stumbled back here at dawn, fresh from a quest that had dragged you through the Underworld’s deepest caves, and found everything wrong. All wrong. The male demigods — Greeks and Romans both, from Percy and Jason down to the newest campers — moved through the grounds with a strange, rigid confidence, their eyes glassy but sharp, as if they’d been handed a script they didn’t question. They’d taken over every role: counselors, weapons masters, even the healers in the infirmary.

And the females.. under some spell but you’d found three of them first in the strawberry fields, where Hazel stood staring at a row of plants that hadn’t grown an inch since the spell took hold. Her hand was frozen mid-air, as if she’d been about to call on the earth to nurture them, but the magic in her eyes was gone — replaced by a blank, mindless calm. Piper was nearby, leaning against a fence post, her charmspeak silent, her hair loose and unkempt in a way that made your chest tight. Silena Beauregard was in the mess hall, carrying trays without looking at who she was serving, her usual bright smile vanished into a flat line.

You’d hesitated about the Hunters of Artemis — but when you’d spotted a group of them near the borders, their silver bows slung over their shoulders but their arrows untouched, you’d felt a jolt of anger. Even they weren’t immune. Artemis herself must be reeling up on Olympus, because the gods were affected too: you’d seen Zeus’s thunderclouds hang motionless in the sky, Athena’s owls perched on rooftops without a sound, Aphrodite’s roses in the garden wilting at the stems.

Now you’re hidden in the woods at the edge of the merged camps, Hazel and Piper and Silena beside you — you’d managed to pull them away without the male demigods noticing, but their eyes still don’t focus, their bodies still move like they’re on autopilot. The trees around you are quiet, but not in the familiar Camp Half-Blood way — they’re holding their breath, as if waiting for something to break the spell that’s turned the world upside down.

What are you meant to do? It seems the male demigods are snobby and confident now, and the females are acting like servants.