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Lance- So where am I heading now?

Me- Wait and see! I will say this, It's awesome!

Lance- I hope so because I've been getting abut bored.

Me- ON WITH THE SHOW!

Disclaimer: Me no own Percy Jackson or Halo. Rick Riordan and 343 Industries/ Bungie do.

Lance

Its been three months since my visit to Japan. I'm glad to. If I had to eat another squid I would've blown a gasket. The sun was shining on the camp, adding to its peaceful feel. Campers were out and about, practicing their sword skills in the arena, climbing the rock wall, the usual. I headed off to the arena to teach the newbies how to use a sword. Inside was a bunch of thirteen year olds acting like.. well, teenagers.

I walked in to see one of the new guys showing off. "Yeah, I've fought with a sword before. I'm a pro and I can guarantee that I can beat our instructor." "Really," I said crossing my arms. He looked over. "I can easily beat the teacher. Speaking of which, when is the chump supposed to get here?"

I smirked, "That chump is me." He scoffed. "You don't look like a teacher..." Before he could finish I had my sword at his throat. "You didn't give me time to get ready," he whined. I pulled my sword away and headed about two yards away from him.

He lifted his sword in a battle ready stance. He charged, bringing his sword down. I grabbed it with my bear hand. The others gasped while he tried to pry it from my grip.

"How are you doing this," a new girl asked incredulously. I looked over, "I have the curse of Achilles. So does my brother." I yanked the sword out of his hands. He tried to get it back, but he couldn't get a real grip on it.

Giving up, he stomped back over to the others. I tossed him his sword. "Now if anyone else thinks they have what it takes, take your best shot." When nobody stepped forward I continued, "Now let's start off with a simple parrying technique." I pointed to one of the kids in the back. "You, in the back." He looked around then pointed to himself.

"Yeah you, come up here." He stepped forward timidly. I smirked as he took a shaky battle stance, "Relax man, I'm going to show you the technique, then you'll try it out on me. Okay?" He nodded. I showed him the move, slowly, then I motioned for him to try it.

When my sword clattered to the ground, he looked over to the group beaming. I walked over, retrieved my sword, and looked back at him. "Not bad man. Grab a partner and keep practicing."

I walked over to the benches and took a seat. The kids were practicing for the next two hours. They were breathing hard. I stood up, "That was a great practice you guys. Head to the showers then head back to your cabins." They slowy filed out of the arena.

I grabbed the swords left over and headed to the armory next to the armor stands. I opened the doors and set the swords in their respective spaces. Back outside, the sun was still high in the sky. I headed over to the Big House. Chiron had told me earlier that he had something big to tell me after I taught the newbies. I walked up the steps and opened the door. Chiron was sitting in his wheelchair form.

"Hey Chiron. You wanted to see me?" He looked up, "Hello Lance. I'm glad you're here. I have a mission for you at the request of Ares and Hera." I whistled. "It must be important if the god of war and Zeus's wife need my help." He nodded solemnly.

"Percy shall accompany you to Olympus as they have requested you." I nodded. "Sure thing." I headed to the Poseidon cabin, my cabin (me and Percy were biological brothers) I grabbed my backpack filled with the necessary demigod items: a ziplock bag of ambrosia, a thermos of nectar, a weeks worth of clothes, duct tape, a bottle of water, and about 500 dollars of mortal cash with fifty gold drachmas. Percy was waiting for me by Thalia's Tree. "You ready," he asked twirling the keys around his index finger.

"I'm more worried about your driving." He smiled and we headed one of the camp's three vans. We hopped in and Percy started the van. It took us only a few minutes to get to the Empire State Building. Inside, the old bellhop was flipping through a magazine.

"Hey man," I said walking up to him, "I'm here to see Hera and Ares." He handed me a key without even looking up. I walked over to the elevator. Percy was waiting by the doors, "You sure you wanna do this? It's only been three months since your unexpected trip." I smiled. "Don't worry. But just in case, tell Mom and Paul that I'll be gone for awhile." He nodded. The elevators slid closed. I inserted the key into the lock and twisted.

A new button popped up, I pressed it and waited. The floors passed by quickly. The elevator dinged and opened. I still stared a little in awe. Olympus still looked awesome. The mountain had a holo-foil way of changing colors. I started the climb up the walkway to the throne room of the gods. As I walked by, I noticed many of the godlings out and about.

Some stopped and whispered when I walked by. I kept on to the throne room. The gates loomed overhead as I approached. I walked inside, feeling dwarfed compared to the size of it all. The twelve chairs were in an Omega shape. Hera and Ares were the only ones here and it sounded like they were having a hushed argument.

Hera noticed me and made a silencing motion with her hand. "I miss anything important?" "We were discussing our... problem," Hera stated. "We're gonna have to send you to another time to solve our problem," Ares said bluntly. "Really? Well it's not the weirdest thing I've done but..." Before I could finish, a bright light flashed and suddenly I felt something hit my head. I was out instantly.

Master Chief

I slowly came to as the cryo-pod hissed opened. I stepped out of the pod and stretched my arms outward. I felt my armor, making sure nothing was wrong. My hand brushed the data-chip port that used to house Cortana.

As I headed to the mess hall on the UNSC Infinity, I recalled the events that played out on Requiem. The Didact had escaped with my and Cortana's help, Infinity crash landing onto Requiem, the New Covenant attacking, and eventually ending with me saving Earth at the cost of Cortana.

A few Spartan IV's were dining with each other. I grabbed a tray, picked my food, and sat myself down onto a secluded bench. After removing my helmet, I spooned the oatmeal down. It felt good to eat regular food again. I finished my meal, consisting of oatmeal, broccoli, water, toast, and an orange, and placed my helmet back on. I stood up and headed off towards the gym.

It was near the command deck of the ship. The gym was large enough to house half of ONI Sword Base on Reach. I went to the other side where the gravity was at its heaviest, grabbed two dumbells, and started my workout routine.

After two hours of working out, lifting, weights, and running, the comms in my helmet sparked to life, "Chief, I'm going to need you to come to the med bay stat," Lasky spoke over the comms. "On it." the med bay was near the aft end of the ship.

Inside, I saw Lasky with Commander Palmer and Dr. Glassman standing around an operating table. "I just don't understand how this is possible," Glassman fretted, running his fingers through his hair.

"What I want to know is how he was able to get on board without raising any alarms," Palmer said agitated. Lasky noticed me and beckoned me over. What I saw on the table was just a teenager. Next to the table was a backpack, but it looked like ones they used for a civilian school.

I turned to Glassman, "What's the problem?" "I think it'd be easier to show you." He grabbed a needle and went to draw blood from the teenager. The surprising part was the needle didn't pierce his skin. I glanced over to Lasky. "Where did you find him?" "We found him unconscious next to Palmer when she was waking through the halls."

I was about to say something when the teen groaned. He lifted his hands over his face. "Ooooohhhh what hit me," he groaned. Palmer and I stepped back as the child sat up. He looked around, his eyes setting on me. "What.. what is that?" Lasky stepped in front of him. "Ithink the better questions to ask are who are you and howthis you get here?"

The child seemed to hesitate. "I'm Lance. Lance Jackson. How I got here, wherever here is, is another story all together." Lasky looked over at Palmer, who nodded. He looked back to the child, "We've got time."

The child then proceeded to explain all sorts of crazy things. He claimed to be a demigod, the Greek and Roman gods were real. The monsters from the mythologies were real. "That can't be true," Glassman stated, "if they were real we would've found out about them."

Lance shook his head, "There's this thing called the Mist. It's this magical thing that hides all of the mythological stuff from mortals. Very few mortals can see through it because few mortals have the ability to see through it. The Mist bendsthe mind of a mortal to hide the mythological stuff, tricking their minds into seeing anything but the truth." He slid down off the table.

"Now can someone tell me where I am?" Lasky didn't speak for a few minutes. "You're on the UNSC Infinity." Lance seemed confused. Glassman spoke up, "Young man, I want to know something." The child looked over. "How is this possible," he asked, trying again to draw some blood. Lance chuckled. "I have the curse of Achilles which allows me to withstand any attack."

"So your weak spot is your heel," Palmer asked. Lance shook his head, "It's on the small of my back," he said pointing to the spot. "I think you can draw some blood without killing me." Glassman carefully inserted the needle into the spot causing the teen to wince in pain. After extracting a small amount of blood, he moved over to a computer and inserted the blood sample into the computer. It scanned the sample then printed a long piece of paper.

"Let's see what the computer has to say about you." He read the paper, afterwards, looking at Lance like he was from another dimension. "What is it," Lasky asked. "This says that he was last seen...i..in 2012." We all looked at Lance. "What's that mean? I'm in the future or something?" Glassman nodded, "2559 to be exact." Lance instantly lost all color.

He started to pace around, "This cannot be happening. This cannot be happening. Why would they... That's it!" "What's it," Lasky asked. Lance turned around. "We need to make a stop somewhere."

So what y'all think? I know it doesn't have much action and Yes I know if Lance

really did get a shot in his Achilles spot he would've died, but it was the perfect

moment. Anyway, I will be working on my other stories, but you will have to

give me more time.

Until next time: DEUCE!