"This is your place Percy," Reyna said beckoning him through the door. I walked towards the doorway and even managed to trip going through like I had when I had first entered the Hermes cabin. I suspect this might become a tradition for me. The house was much better then the barracks. It was actually kind of homey. After another second I realized why that was.

"This is Jason's stuff, isn't it?" I pointed out.

"Oh," Reyna said, "yea it is. We um…we never took it out I guess. Didn't know for sure if he was coming back or not."

"I think I'll stay in the barracks," I said and turned to leave the house. I hadn't even put down my back pack.

"Ok," Reyna said a little surprised, "nothing in the rules that says you have to stay here but you should move in eventually."

"But what if Jason comes back?"

"Your still praetor."

"And Jason?"

"He isn't, not anymore," She said it a little forlornly but I knew it wasn't a slight against me

"What if I was Greek?"

"The decision stands, Percy Jackson you are a praetor of the twelfth legion even though you are Greek." I noticed she had said I was Greek.

"You knew?"

"Well I guessed. You have very un-Roman behavior. Also Romans don't tend to spend there lives stumbling around the Sea of monsters." Reyna then spotted her sister and left. I trudged towards the fifth cohort barracks. Several people gave me weird looks as if they wanted to ask me what I was still doing here. Ignored them until I found Frank and Hazel.

"Percy," Hazel said, "you do know praetor's get a house, right."

"Yea, I know." I sat on my bed

"Then why aren't you there?" Frank asked.

"Jason's stuff is still there."

"Oh." Frank said awkwardly, "Well Hazel And I were just-"

"Thanks Frank, but I don't really need to know what you and Hazel were up to," I teased.

Frank flushed as red as Tyson had earlier. "We weren't… I mean… Well actually what I was trying to say is you owe us, laters that is."

"Come again?"

"You owe us a lot of I'll tell you laters," Frank clarified. "In fact I feel as is half our conversations ended with a I'll tell you later."

"Back up," I said, " I wont deny owe you guys, and the list probably starts with my life, but what are you talking about."

"Percy," Hazel said, "you kept telling us you would explain later. Now that it's later maybe you could explain where you got a pet hellhound." Hazel moved to sit on my bed.

"And how you fell off the St. Louis Arch," Frank added, "and that invasion you mentioned." Frank also move to sit on the bed next to mine. Hopefully no one actually slept there.

"The Battle of Manhattan," I corrected.

"Yea, that battle. But you don't have to," I guess he could tell it was a sore point.

"Sure," I said, "I'd be happy to tell you. Now the arch was a mistake."

"Oh good," Frank interrupted, "I was beginning to suspect you like jumping off high places."

"Do you want to hear the story or not?" He nodded. "Then keep quiet. It was on my first quest. I was twelve and it was just Annabeth, Grover, and I. We were taking a train and it had stopped at St. Louis. Annabeth is a daughter of Athena and she couldn't resist going up the arch. The cart was too full coming down so I waited at the top when Annabeth and Grover…"

Hazel had raised her hand looking sheepish. "I noticed you mentioned him before but who is Grover?"

"He's a satyr. The Greek equivalent is a faun but they have jobs." I felt the need to explain that, maybe when we joined up the fauns and satyrs could too. Grover had said he could use a hundred more satyrs after he was made a Lord of the wild. And it didn't look to me as if the fauns had anything better to do. "Most satyrs will go undercover in middle schools looking for demigods. That's how I meet Grover, he was the satyr that guided me to camp. Actually one of the best satyrs around. Grover has found the four most powerful demigods since World War two. And he's a lord of the wild which means he heads the council of cloven elders"

"Really ,who did he find?" Frank asked but he was giving me a look like he knew I was one of those demigods.

"Thalia daughter of Zeus, Bianca and Nico, and, not to brag, myself. But we're getting off topic. So I was at the top just me, a family, and this woman with a Chihuahua. Except they weren't a woman and her dog, it was Echidna and a chimera. I really should have seen it coming, the collar even said chimera, but I'm dyslexic, what can you do? We fought, it blew a hole in the side of the arch and I jumped."

"So you do like jumping off high places?" Frank said.

"No! It was kind of a desperate situation. I had been bitten and poisoned so I just, I just trusted my father and jumped into the Mississippi." Well half of me trusted him the other half was poisoned and wasn't thinking straight, "Good news though, I found out I can survive falling from ridicules heights into water and I can breath underwater. Both things you know cam in handy, and that's just on this quest."

"You mean you didn't already know that," Hazel exclaimed. "You just jumped."

"Um yes, yes I did. And it's no use scolding me it's in the past." I was trying to avoid hazel the mother hen.

"So there have been other quests?" Frank pressed. He too trying to change the subject.

"Oh yeah, this was my fifth or fourth, depending on how you look at it. Either way I think I hold the record at Camp Half-Blood."

"That's a lot," Hazel said in an awed whisper. I don't know how many quests are average at Camp Jupiter but if it was anything like Camp Half-Blood then two would probably be the max. "But explaining that will have to wait. Tell me about your hellhound. Does every Greek demigod keep a hellhound as a pet or they just for the bravest half-bloods?"

I chuckled. I suppose after reveling Greeks had a Cyclopes for for half siblings and my camp was trained by a centaur, hellhound pets might not be that much of a stretch. "Neither, Mrs. O'Leary is one of a kind. Daedalus, the builder of the labyrinth must have been training her for centuries. Before he died he asked me to look after her. She stays at camp or with Nico but she's my dog. Even if we had room to keep her I don't think my mom would let her stay at the house. One time Nico and I managed to fit her in my living room."

" Most of that just went over my head but I suppose we can't espect you to be able to fit your life story in three topics. I did get the basics: you inherited her and no you can't just go pick up hellhound from your local pet store." Hazel said and I was grateful she wasn't asking me to explain. I wouldn't be able to with out mentioning more things that would need explaining. "But I noticed Nice must be Greek."

"Yea he is. Nico Di Angelo son of Hades. And yes I do know him so next time I see him I'll strangle him." And I would see him again alive and healthy so I wouldn't feel guilty when I sent the kid back to his father the hard way.

"What about the battle?" Frank eagerly asked. Figures, like any good son of Mars he wanted to know about the battle.

"As near as I can tell the same time Jason lead the Romans up Mt. Tam and fought Krios, the Greeks and I were defending Olympus from Kronos, you guys call him Saturn right? Well it lasted a few days and involved 40 demigods, all 30 of Artemis'(that's Diana for you right?) and a army of automatons defending against a few titans and an army. The last bead on my necklace has the names of all those that died during the battle. And with that happy comment I ruined the mood. Sorry guys we should be celebrating. We went on an impossible quest and survived. Actually better yet we should sleep." I slipped in-between the covers of my bed, not even bothering to change. "The last few days have been Hades (do you say Pluto?) and I suspect the next few days aren't going to be better."

"Why would you say that?" Frank asked wearily.

"I'll tell you later."

"What! No! Enough of that, what's going to happen!" But I had already pulled the covers over my head with a vicious smirk and refused to move. "You did it again, why can't you just tell us when you first bring something up."