I own most of the characters in this story All references to Copyrighted properties are intentional and the ideas behind the equipment and locations are property of Rick Riordan and DC Comics All Abilities and powers Belong to the respective copy right holders I own Almost nothing
July 27
Today was another day of camp. The sun was shining, which meant i woke up later than usual. I saw everyone heading over to breakfast. Ah... Life at Camp Half-Blood was a good one. This particular morning, I sat with the Athena kids, since I did not know who my father was (since when can unclaimed demigods sit wherever they like, personal question) . After I had finished my breakfast, I had archery practice with Will. He told me I was almost as good as the other Apollo children, so he made me some sort of Co-teacher. And I'm just saying, he's not wrong when he told me I was an amazing archer. But I'm good with any weapon there is! I swear, find a weapon, I'll master it Within 4 hours of practice. But after my archery lessons with Will and the group he was teaching, it was time for lunch. This lunch I was sitting with the Hermes kids, the reason being the fact that I like Conner Stoll. Sadly his brother was at Camp Jupiter, because of his Girlfriend. When it was time the Hermes Table had to make their sacrifices, I did too. As always I said, "Please, dad, show me who you are, claim me or send a sign."
As soon as I sat down, I saw a blinding light appear in the middle of the dining pavilion. When the light faded, I saw Ares, The god of war.
"Hello maggots!" Said Ares. The Ares kids rushed over and knelt before their father."No need for that," he commented "I'm looking for someone." he scans the crowd, everyone is looking nervous. He looks me dead in the eyes, " You, come here." He commands. I bow respectfully
"Can I help you Lord Ares?" I ask.
"Yes, I have a problem, I thought my son was here," he said " Young boy, about your age, height, and build. Come to think of it you kind of look like him, although only one way to find out. Punch me."
"What?" I said.
"You heard me boy, do it." he commanded. I punch him lightly. Apparently not meeting expectations he comments "Really? you can do better" I continue. obviously not satisfied he continues to taunt me.
"Lord Ares I don't see the point of this." I comment with confusion.
"You're right, your mother would have done better." he said.
"Y… you knew my mother?" I ask.
" Yes, and she was a thousand times stronger than you will ever be, and she's dead." he says insultingly.
After that I felt a power, more power than I ever had. I'm not an Idiot I know when power builds up that tends to be a bad thing. So, not wanting to disappoint Ares, I punch him so hard he goes through the nearest marble column."That hard enough for you?" I scream at him.
"Chen that is enough!" Commanded Chiron.
"Yes, sir," I respond. " I apologize for my actions, Lord Ares, please forgive me."
"It's alright, you have confirmed my suspicions. My son." he said as his mark appears above my head.
"Hail, Chen of house So, Son of Ares!" Proclaimed Chiron. The other Campers Repeated the call.
So my dad is Ares, you know, people always told me that I was a son of Apollo, because I'm stronger in the sunlight. Like a lot stronger, I think my max is 50 tons.
"Well, kid that's not all," said Ares " you're also not human, like at all. As I understand you are something called a Kryptonian, or at least that's what your mother told me. I miss your mother, sometimes I'll go down to the underworld to see her, she rests now in the isle of the blessed. She always asks ' how is our boy doing Ares?, When will you bring him to see me?' 'soon' I tell her 'Very soon my love'. But I have another task for you, your Uncle Hades has asked for your help. His Dog Cerberus is missing I need you to find him."
"Why?" I ask.
"Because, and don't tell the others, but, you are one of my favorites and to be honest, Not even Clarice can handle this. So as the rules say, you can take two companions with you." thunder shook in the distance. "Well, that's a cue to leave here, ahem. Attention everyone this camp is a mud hole for entitled weaklings. I feel nauseous just looking at you people." He disappears in a puff of Gunsmoke. Well, now I need a team.