~ Chiron's pov

It's been six months after Artemis brought Wyatt knight's lifeless body to us, I really did think it was lifeless…Let me explain, Wyatt Knight is the most powerful demi-god of this century...What am I talking about? He is most powerful demi-god of all time, so I would guess you would know that his powers are greater than most demi-gods, the powers I'm talking about, are godlike powers.

I once referred to him as the god of mortals, but just know he is not a god, but he may as well be one. He hasn't discovered all of his potential, but he either way, he makes the gods themselves nervous…All expect Artemis, goddess of the moon and hunt.

I've taught him a lot, but all those things I taught him, he could have figured out on his own, he is a smart kid, especially when it comes to fighting…But he was too sure of his powers, and with him having the curse of Achilles, he thought he was invincible, but like I told a hero with the same curse so long ago, you need to rest the body before going into battle, but Wyatt thought everyone needed his help, he thought he could handle it all…I believed he could, I was a fool for thinking that.

And to make sure I'm not getting you confused, he is not dead, he is in a coma, nothing has changed since the last time Artemis was here, which was two months ago. It is now May 31st, soon all the campers will be back, during their break most of them have come back from time to time, to check on Wyatt. Some felt as if it was their fault, I would tell them, "It wasn't you fault, Wyatt brought this on himself." I know that sounds harsh, but it's the truth.

A couple more days and the camp will come to life again. Hopefully Wyatt will be awake by then…

~ Artemis's pov

It's been two months since I stopped checking on Wyatt. I truly believe he will wake soon. I've been asked multiple times by Bianca how is Wyatt doing, I always tell her I don't know. Although I wish I did.

I get that she's worried about him and her brother Nico, but no one knows what's going to happen, we just have to wait. Bianca has become a fine hunter, and Thalia the only daughter of Zeus made the hole close a lot faster than I thought, but no one will forget about Zoe Nightshade, my former lieutenant, she stayed by my side for over two thousand years. And she will be remembered for another two thousand years.

Bianca is a child of Hades, just like Wyatt Knight, so I guess you could say they're siblings, but not by blood, gods and goddess, don't any D.N.A. Anyway, she is worrying too much about Wyatt, and her actually brother, Nice di Angelo.

He was able to stay at Camp despite his father being Hades, god of the underworld. But that's only because of Wyatt. Wyatt has changed a lot of half-blood minds about who they make fun of, or who they fight.

My hunters and I were on a mission, hunt down a beast that shows once every three years, we've tried so many times to hunt it, but we're always too slow, whatever this beast is, it's fast and doesn't want to be hunted. I could always just bring it back to life, but it doesn't know that.

Well hopefully this year will be our year. And hope fully Wyatt will be awake for that.

~ Chiron's pov

After so many hours of watching over Wyatt, I grew tired and hungry so I went for a snack. As I was about to go back to Wyatt, I noticed that some Campers have arrived, so I went to greet them. The first one I met was Neil Matters, a son of Ares, he looks better than he did on Christmas, but he still had that look on his face...Sadness. He tried hiding it with a smile, "Hi Chiron!"

I let it drop and smiled kindly, "Hello, Neil, I see you're feeling better."

Neil laughed, "Yeah! Wyatt, will be surprised to see me like this...Yeah." He said.

Every subject anyone brings up, is almost always about Wyatt. The fact no one couldn't do anything to help Wyatt is because they all really depend on him. "Neil, don't worry about Wyatt, he will be back before you know it! Just give him time." I said softly.

Neil's shoulders relaxed, "Yeah you're right, as always…But I just can't help feeling bad for myself, I mean I pushed Wyatt so much he hurt me."

Ah…I see now. That's what he's still hung up on. "Listen Neil, Wyatt didn't mean to do that and you didn't push him, he actually had fun fighting against you. Unlike most of the campers you were the one that made him actually fight, he didn't use his powers, he fought you one on one. No one but you could do that, even Wyatt was impressed with how well you fought against him." I told him.

His expression changed, he looked a little bit happier, now all I need is Wyatt to wake up and he'll be the same as he was before Wyatt went into a coma. At the end of the day, Wyatt didn't wake up. But a lot of campers showed up. Now for the next day of waiting…

~ Percy's pov

Nothing caps off the perfect morning like a long taxi ride with an angry girl.

I tried to talk to Annabeth, but she was acting like I'd just punched her grandmother. All I managed to get out of her was that she'd had a monster-infested spring in San Francisco; she'd come back to camp twice since Christmas but wouldn't tell me why. It probably had to do with Wyatt, and honestly? I wouldn't even get mad if that's the reason why she came back without telling me.

"Any word on Luke?" I asked her.

She shook her head. I knew this was a touchy subject for her. Annabeth had always admired Luke, the former head counselor for Hermes who had betrayed us and joined the evil Titan Lord Kronos. She wouldn't admit it, but I knew she still liked him. When we'd fought Luke on Mount Tamalpais last winter, he'd somehow survived a fifty-foot fall off a cliff. Now, as far as I knew, he was still sailing around on his demon-infested cruise ship while his chopped-up Lord Kronos re-formed, bit by bit, in a golden sarcophagus, biding his time until he had enough power to challenge the Olympian gods. In demigod-speak, we call this a "problem."

And that brings me to this, without Wyatt to help us, we're kind of screwed…And that's the truth. Well we can handle a lot by ourselves, but we also can't.

"Mount Tam is still overrun with monsters," Annabeth said. "I didn't dare go close, but I don't think Luke is up there. I think I would know if he was."

"What about Grover?" I asked.

"He's at camp," she said. "We'll see him today."

"Did he have any luck? I mean, with the search for Pan?"

Annabeth fingered her bead necklace, the way she does when she's worried.

"You'll see," she said. But she didn't explain.

As we headed through Brooklyn, I used Annabeth's phone to call my mom. Half-bloods try not to use cell phones if we can avoid it, because broadcasting our voices is like sending up a flare to the monsters: Here I am! Please eat me now! But I figured this call was important. I left a message on our home voice mail, trying to explain what had happened at Goode, my new school. I probably didn't do a very good job. I told my mom I was fine, she shouldn't worry, but I was going to stay at camp until things cooled down. I asked her to tell Paul Blofis, my mom's boyfriend, I was sorry.

We rode in silence after that. The city melted away until we were off the expressway and rolling through the countryside of northern Long Island, past orchards and wineries and fresh produce stands.

Well great…Just great, the movie I was supposed to see with Annabeth is probably out of the question now. Damn, why is it when something good happens to me, something bad happens almost right away? Must be because I'm the son of Poseidon.

The taxi exited on Route 25A. We headed through the woods along the North Shore until a low ridge of hills appeared on our left. Annabeth told the driver to pull over on Farm Road 3.141, at the base of Half-Blood Hill.

The driver frowned. "There ain't nothing here, miss. You sure you want out?"

"Yes, please," Annabeth handed him a roll of mortal cash, and the driver decided not to argue.

Annabeth and I hiked to the crest of the hill. The young guardian dragon was dozing, coiled around the pine tree, but he lifted his coppery head as we approached and let Annabeth scratch under his chin. Steam hissed out his nostrils like from a teakettle, and he went cross-eyed with pleasure.

"Hey, Peleus," Annabeth said. "Keeping everything safe?"

The last time I'd seen the dragon he'd been six feet long. Now he was at least twice that, and as thick around as the tree itself. Above his head, on the lowest branch of the pine tree, the Golden Fleece shimmered, its magic protecting the camp's borders from invasion. The dragon seemed relaxed, like everything was okay. Below us, Camp Half-Blood looked peaceful— green fields, forest, shiny white Greek buildings. The four-story farmhouse we called the Big House, and were sleeping beauty was. To the north, past the beach, the Long Island Sound glittered in the sunlight.

I'm not sure, but something feels off, like the camp itself is holding its breath. We walked down into the valley and found the summer session in full swing. Most of the campers had arrived last Friday, so I already felt out of it.

The satyrs were playing their pipes in the strawberry fields, making the plants grow with woodland magic. Campers were having flying horseback lessons, swooping over the woods on their pegasi.

Smoke rose from the forges, and hammers rang as kids made their own weapons for Arts & Crafts. The Athena and Demeter teams were having a chariot race around the track, and over at the canoe lake some kids in a Greek trireme were fighting a large orange sea serpent. A typical day at camp.

"I need to talk to Clarisse," Annabeth said.

Hmm, that's unusual, Clarisse and Annabeth pretty much hated each other when I first got here, and now they're best buds? Maybe that's the thing that felt off.

"What for?" I asked.

"We've been working on something," Annabeth said. "I'll see you later." Now that's even more unusual, and strange…"Working on what?" I asked.

Annabeth glanced toward the forest.

"I'll tell Chiron you're here," she said. "He'll want to talk to you before the hearing."

"What hearing?"

But she jogged down the path toward the archery field without looking back.

"Yeah," I muttered. "Great talking with you, too."

~ Chiron's pov

"Annabeth! It's great to see you." I told her and gave a big hug, she smiled, "Yeah, same here. Percy is here. Just wanted to let you know." She said.

I raised my eye brow, "Not going to check on Wyatt?"

She smiled shyly, "I…I can't, I've got…Something to do."

I let it drop, "Alright, well, I'll see you at the hearing then." I told her and made my way out of the big house, "Now where could Percy be?" I said to myself and looked around. Well knowing Percy, when he's down in the dumps, he goes to the sword arena to cool down or make himself feel better.

And I was right, but he wasn't alone. He was with our new sword instructor, but I do not trust him, something about him is strange and I don't understand him. Anyway, I made my way to them. "Percy, there you are!" I yelled.

"I see you've met our new instructor. Quintus, do you mind if I borrow Percy?" Percy was staring at me with a confused look but he went back to his usual what's going on look.

"Not at all, Master Chiron." Quintus said.

"No need to call me 'Master'," I said, though I actually like that, 'master Chiron' I wouldn't mind if Mr. D called me that from time to time, just thinking about that makes me laugh but not now. "Come, Percy. We have much to discuss."

"Well, see you," Percy told Quintus.

As we were walking away, Percy whispered to me, "Quintus seemed kind of—"

"Mysterious?" I suggested. "Hard to read?"

"Yeah." He said.

I nodded. "A very qualified half-blood. Excellent swordsman, I just wish I understood…" Ah never mind.

"First things first, Percy. Annabeth told me you met some empousai."

"Yeah." He said and told me all about it and it was ironic to be saved by a mortal, but it works out either way. Once we were done talking, I grabbed Percy put him on my back and made my way to the forest. I plunged into the woods. Nymphs peeked out of the trees to watch us pass. Large shapes rustled in the shadows—monsters that were stocked in here as a challenge to the campers.

~ Neil's pov

Man, I've been friends with Wyatt for two years, and we always laughed when we got in a fight, but when it was an actual fight? Well I guess you could say it's different. I didn't think he thought of me as an actual opponent, but I guess I underestimated myself. Wyatt was really impressed with my fighting style? That's actually pretty cool. I really can't wait for him to wake up…I want to thank him, and apologize too.

I was walking around camp when I saw Wyatt's younger sibling, "Nico!" this little guy is also a child of Hades, "Hey Neil, what's up?" He asked.

Whoa, talk about personality change, before Christmas, he was this cheery little boy, but now? He seems to be more…Older, the same thing happened to Wyatt, he first time I saw him he was actually pretty cool, but now he's like this older guy, someone everyone can depend on. Is that what it means to be a son of Hades?

"Oh nothing, I was just wondering if you wanted to see Wyatt with me." I told me, Nico perked up, "Really? We're allowed to see him?" he asked. I nodded, "Yeah, anyone can see him, you just have to ask Chiron or…Be sneaky."

Nico smiled, "I like the sneaky idea." He told me.

I laughed, "You two are kind of alike, you and Wyatt I mean."

Nico blushed, "No, Wyatt is way better more awesome then me."

"That may be so, but you two are still alike, well think alike I mean. Anyway, let's go." I said and headed towards the big house. Nico followed me.

It wasn't hard to get into the big house, because Chiron is with the Council of Cloven Elders ion the forest. So we can get in easy. Anyway we entered through the front door and headed up stairs and opened the first door on our right. When we entered we heard someone whispering. I stopped and listened to what he was saying. I couldn't understand what he person was saying, but I realized there wasn't anyone in there, I opened the door and saw Wyatt freaking out, "No!" He muttered to himself, he was having a nightmare.

Is he up?

Me and Nico ran to him, "Clam down! Wyatt!" I yelled, he didn't stop, trying to hold down the god of mortals is like trying to move a huge bolder. Every time I had a good grip on him he would throw me off.

"Father! No!" He shouted and sat up so fast Nico went flying to the wall. Wyatt's eyes were…

This is all I could come up with for the first chapter, because I haven't thought much about how this story is going to go, it will most likely be two chapters a week.

Thanks for reading! I hope you all enjoy this one just as you did with the other three!

Rilurz~