After listening to these recordings I remember everything. These recordings are the life of The Forgotten Hero and The Champion of the Twins. I have two separate memories of the time he was here and as if he had never existed. Now I shall tell you of him, for his story is important it involves the fate of your hero, the hero you are familiar with, the hero you know and love.

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Percy's POV

The school year was finally over and I was going to Camp Half-Blood for a week, but of course going to camp wouldn't be complete without a monster attack, so there I was, in a dark alley staring down a hellhound. As it got ready to attack my hand crept to where I kept my lethal ballpoint pen, Riptide. The hellhound pounced as I brought out my pen out, I rolled to the side, uncapped my pen, and held it to my side as it grew to a 3 foot long celestial bronze sword. The hellhound stopped and hesitated as it saw what I held, then it crouched and pounced once more, or rather tried to, that hesitation was all I needed, I charged him and as he crouched I cut down his side. He yelped then blasted into dust.

I walked into my apartment and saw my mom, Sally Jackson, wiping off the table. As I shut the door she turned her head and saw me covered in monster dust. "Again Percy," she sighed. "Hellhound," I quickly explained, "I'm going to quickly clean up then we'll go,right?" I asked hopefully. She grinned and rolled her eyes. "Yes Percy, then we'll go." I grinned and ran upstairs to take a shower.

As I ran up the hill, I noticed a lone figure leaning against Thalia's tree. When I got closer I realized it was Annabeth. I waved, "Hey Annabeth." She frowned. "You're late." "I would have been early if I hadn't been attacked by a hellhound in an alleyway," I shot back. "Lets face it Seaweed Brain," She grinned, "You'd still be late." I listened to Annabeth talk as we walked to the beach. She lives in California so we don't get to see each other very often, so when we do she talks, a lot, I didn't mind though, I like the sound of her voice. (Uhh, can we edit that part out? Nope. Crap.) Anyway as we walked an Ares kid, Marcus, walked by clutching a heavily bandaged hand and grumbling something about wooden swords. Turning to Annabeth I asked, "What was that all about?" "Percy do you consider your entrance to Camp Half-Blood to be impressive?" She asked in return. "Not really," I answered.

"Well I did until a week ago, while we were eating lunch someone yelled, a raw throaty yell, just outside the border then the sound of wood smashing against something fleshy then the yelp of a hellhound. We all ran to the top of half blood hill and at the base an entire pack of hellhounds surrounding one lone demigod who wielded a wooden sword. A hellhound pounced from behind and the demigod whirled around and with great force batted the hellhound aside. We started to march on the hell-hounds when Chiron galloped out. "No, this his challenge do not do it for him." he told us. So we waited. Now he was facing us and his wood sword wasn't killing the hellhounds. A hellhound swung its heavy paw at him and he blocked, but the blow knocked his sword out of his hands. So I took a short sword from one of my siblings and threw it to him. I threw it too hard and too fast in my desperation but he saw the sword what he did next was weird, he cocked his head as if he were confused then he stepped aside at the last moment and caught the sword and twirled around as the next hellhound tried to pounce on him. The sword sliced cleanly through it and the demigod looked surprised then he smiled with pure joy then started to kill the hellhounds.

He twirled the sword in his hands as if he had used one his entire life. He hooked his arm underneath the foreleg of one of his foes jerked it up exposing it's underbelly, he stabbed it in it's gut then smashed aside another with the pommel of the sword. Soon there was only three in front and one creeping up behind him, when it came within arm's length away from him he dropped the sword grabbed its head and flipped it over his shoulder pinning it in place with his arm, he picked up the sword and stabbed it down. Before the hellhound died though it kicked the demigod's left shoulder, tearing through the shirt and skin and making his shoulder buckle. The demigod stood up and quickly disposed of the other three.

Instead of walking to us he walked over to a green hiking pack, he dug through it and brought out something blue then turned his back on us, soon he was bandaging his wounded shoulder after tearing away the torn sleeve. He threw the pack over his shoulders and walked up Half-Blood Hill, when he reached us he held the sword out and spoke in a deepish voice, "Who owns this fine blade?" We couldn't move out of shock. Malcolm shook his head and stepped forward, "It's mine." That seemed to shake everyone out of their shock, and they dispersed. Malcolm took his sword and followed after them. Only I stayed behind with him. He turned to me. "And you're the one who got the sword to me, for that I thank you, my name is Jeffrey, but you can call me Jeff, now where do I need to go to stay here. I don't have any money but I will work or anything else I need to do to stay here." "See that house down there you can work out details with the centaur," I told him, pointing at the Big House."