A/N: Hello this is my first fanfic so please go easy on me.

Disclaimer: I do not own either the Harry potter or the Percy jackson world or charcters. That claim solely rests with J.K Rowling and Rick Riordon repectively

Percy groaned as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the clear glass windows attacking his closed eyes. It amused him to think what Annabeth would say; him Perseus Jackson waking up at the crack of dawn. To anyone who would even dare suggest the fact, he or she would have been laughed at and then would have been held at knife-point by her as anyone who had set foot inside the camp knew who he was. And by default anyone who knew whom Percy was knew that he was by no earthly means an early riser and that was an understatement.

He ran his hands through his hair as let out a yawn, swung his legs of the bed and promptly tripped. Finally awake he stared misty eyed at the ceiling as sharp jolts of pain attacked his body from his fall. Groaning again, he picked himself of the floor. Last summer when they had been victorious in their war against Gaea. Poseidon had pulled him aside from the throes of demigods.

He had smiled at him stating that he was proud beyond belief and had hugged him. But then he had a serious look upon his face as he had gravely informed Percy that the war was not over. And that Percy should be prepared.

And so here he was awake at the crack of dawn to train of all things. Sword fighting was his forte and as such did not need as much improvement as his other skills, he mused while he trekked to the forest. Percy had decided not to train on the grounds, not wanting to wake up the other campers earlier than necessary. And that was a notion well precedence fro he dreaded the havoc the Stoll brothers would bring upon him if such a thing were to occur.

He turned his concentration back to the issue at hand and reached the conclusion to train on his control over water, something he had not yet mastered. He stood at the edge of the lake and concentrated. He smiled when he a gentle tug in his stomach and could feel the water acknowledging him. He rose and hand and water followed it. Balanced precariously, the tide he had created gently swayed with the ruffing of the wind.

Percy sighed as he felt the power of the sea softly encircle him before he swiped his hand and commanded the rising tide to surround him. Soon his vision held nothing but water and he was surrounded by a wall of the same. Then he swiftly lowered his hand and exerted his will. As rapid as a snakes strike, the half of the water he had gathered hardened into ice and morphed into spears in front of him while the rest caressed his back as a makeshift shield.

Closing his palm tightly into a fist, he felt a tingling sensation run along his arm and then the spears and the shield suddenly disappeared. But he smirked as he felt the air grow just the slightest bit denser and he lowered his arm back towards the lake while simultaneously commanding the vapour to condense. He then carefully released his will on the water, letting it slide back into the lake without so much as a sound.

When he had first started his self- inflicted training – at the begging of last month, his control over his element had been pitiful. What he had just done now would have been impossible and if it had possible he would have most likely fainted from the exertion. Even now he wondered how it was that he had managed to survive the war, him having been as weak as he had been. So of course he had turned to the next logical answer; luck and the help of friends who had time and again exhibited their undying loyalty towards him.

Once again he felt sleep and exhaustion soak his bones, sinking in from the aftermath of the surge of energy his powers had given him. He closed his eyes briefly and turned to stare at the sky. It was still early. There was time to rest for a few hours before the chaotic nature of the camp unfolded. He made his way over to the Poseidon cabin, hoping against all odds that his earlier thought had not been optimistic.

He sank down into his bed, the lights dimmed and the curtains drawn. Slumber welcomed him into its forgiving embrace and he succumbed to its demands.

Alas, it was not meant to be.

Percy growled as someone dumped ice water on him, the bucket soon following to whack him on the face. "Nico" he mumbled "I am going to kill you" he said the last part half-heartedly. No one else but his cousin would have dared pull that stunt yet alone enter the Poseidon cabin.

"A nice gesture, Percy but seeing as I just got back from the underworld I'm not very eager to go back." Nico laughed.

His dark hair melded into the darkness of the room and his dark chocolate brown eyes lit up in amusement. Since the giant war, Nico's appearance had changed drastically. The most note-worthy of which had been that his deathly pale skin had returned to its original light olive tone. But the most uplifting change to Percy was that the dark circles that had plagued Nico since he learnt about his heritage had disappeared.

"I'm sure Nico. Maybe it's because you would miss me. After all I am irresistible. "Percy joked. Nico rolled his eyes "And pigs can fly, dream on dear cousin..."Percy smiled at that and slung an arm around Nico's shoulder "Aww, you know you love me." Then he suddenly hugged Nico "I missed you, I'm glad your back." "Me too" Nico whispered.

"So why the sudden wakeup call?" he questioned. Nico became still and a concerned expression overtook his features.

"Chiron wants to see us."