The Elites

Chapter 1- Who are the Elites?

Percy Jackson POV

"What do you mean, who are the Elites?"

"Well it's not like anyone has ever bothered telling me!" I complained. I just got back from a Roman camp, gone on this huge adventure to save the world, blah, blah, blah, and now the epic fighting characters show up? What gives?

Annabeth took a deep breath and sighed, as if she expected me to know everything. If she was really my girlfriend, and, trust me, I wouldn't want it any other way, she would know I didn't know anything, even if I've gone to camp for a solid 7 years now. Dude, I was the son of Poseidon, the guy who took down Kronos and fought alongside Jason Grace against freaking Mother Earth. How is it I'm suddenly uncool for not knowing these 'Elites'?

"The Elites are a group or super-strong demigods who go and find other demigods and bring them to camp. They help out the satyrs." Nico said behind me, making me jump out of my skin. This guy was nice and all, but deep down, he was just a little creep with a big sword and an even bigger daddy. A daddy who just happens to hate my guts and wants to confine me in a prison meant for skeletons, so I guess befriending Nico is the closest to him I'll ever get. But still, how did Nico know about these guys when I had never heard of them?

"The Elites…. Help out the Satyrs?"

"Yeah. They take on the hardest missions. It's so cool that they're coming to camp, since they're usually away on missions all the time." Nico said excitedly. "Maybe they're picking up new recruits!" for a second there, I saw the old Nico, the excited little ten-year old that we picked up a while back. Of course, that was before his sister died that summer. It was strange thinking that now he was 15.

"So how do you know about them?"

"Dad talks about one of 'em a lot. He's younger than me and Hazel, but Dad said he's a lot more powerful." A son of Hades. Another one. A Powerful One. That was scary enough. But this kid was also Younger that Nico. Well, I guess that doesn't really mean anything, since Nico was in a time-stopping hotel for a while ("A while" being 60 or so years). But Hazel was 12. That means that there's a super-powerful son of death running around, and I would assume he's like 10 or 11!

"Mom talks about one of them quite a bit, too" Piper said, walking in with Leo. Ever since Jason left, the two seemed a bit out of place.

I scoffed. "So what you're trying to tell me is that one of the Elites is a son of Aphrodite? A lady's man? A charmer?"

"No." Piper's voice had an edge that could probably cut through wood. "He's an impressive charmspeaker, and he has lots of experience."

"The last three," Annabeth cut in "are children of Ares, Themis (the god of thought, not very popular, but, you know), and Apollo. "

So far, the only one I was worried about was the son of Hades.

The horn sounded, and we all headed to the pavilion for lunch.