Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the book, its characters or Camp Half-Blood. The only thing I own is the main character whose POV I'm using. Thanks to Kamakaze Kheri for looking over this, ej8012, RevengeoftheForsaken, and -okmijn for being a part of this by letting me use their characters, and OlympicStorm for making the Camp Half-Blood forum, for without it there would never be this Fanfic.

Chapter 1: A Great Start to a Bitter Friendship

The hot sunny sun was beating down from the sky, sweat dripping down my face. I quickly readjusted my winter coat, despite it being summer, and slowly stood up from my spot behind the crummy, brown cabin that was the Hermes cabin, picking up my blue spear, and walked over towards the circular area that was the arena. Nobody's going to miss me, I thought.

Eyeing one of the training dummies, I pointed my spear at it. Suddenly I lunged at it, piercing the dummy in the gut, before I kicked it off. Then I swung my spear around, bashing another on the side of the head, spun it, so that the point was aimed at its head, and stabbed it downwards, piercing its head. Ripping my spear away, I smashed a dummy behind me with the end of my spear, before I stabbed it. All the dummies around me had a hole through them, the hay falling out of them. I sighed, raising one hand, a cold breeze blew from behind me, blowing the dummies away, clearing the arena.

Suddenly an eerie feeling made my hair stand on myself.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" I yelled questioningly, turning around sharply, sending a gust of wind to blow in front of me.

It was quiet, too quiet, I waited there. Nobody sneaks up on me, Athanasios, I thought angrily. A second passed. Then another. A third second passed before the person with silver hair walked out of the shadows. Her pale skin seemed out of place in this blistering sun.

"Who are you?" I shouted.

She tossed a note over to me. I grabbed it, and I hastily read it.

"Hey drop the weapon, it won't work anyway," the note read, I fumed in anger, and yelled, "Who are you to order me around?"

A smirk played on her lips as she tossed over another note, I read it quickly.

"If you haven't heard of me, you must be one sad camper," was all it said, I crushed the note up in my hand, and glared at her. She was already walking away, and heading towards the arena.

"How dare you insult me!" I roared, tightening the grip on my spear. She'll pay, I thought, as I raised one hand, dropping the paper, and willed the ground around her feet to freeze.

Her feet were soon clamped to the ground in solid ice. I saw her try to pull her feet out of the ice. It's not going to happen, I thought. I lunged at her head, my spear ready to draw blood. She turned her body to the right, causing my spear to graze her shoulder, causing a small trickle of blood to flow from it. A glare was thrown at me, and her hands had gripped my spear as I stood there wondering, how did I miss? She pulled me in closer, and with one fist, connected my face to it. Stumbling backwards, I composed myself. I still had my spear, she must've let go when she punched me, I thought.

"You have no idea what you've done, spawn of Tartarus," I roared, flinging my arms upwards in an arc. A tidal wave of cold air blew from behind me, and straight towards her, blowing her into the ground, but still attached to the ground. She shuddered.

"Feeling the chill?" I smirked, earning myself a glare from her. It didn't matter. It would all be over soon.

I stabbed my spear downwards at her head, but she moved head aside, missing the spear-point by mere inches. Her hands gripped my hands, and I started to feel weaker and weaker. W-what's happening, I thought, as I struggled to keep my eyes open, I couldn't keep myself up, I stumbled a bit, before falling into the ground next to her, the last thing I remembered was hitting the ground softly, and the sound of ice being shattered, and a shadow moving away.

What happened, I thought, as I slowly, rubbing my temples. Looking around I saw the grass next my feet were wet, but it seemed as if the water was splashed around. My spear was thrown to the side, lying on the ground. It then dawned on me what happened. That girl! I couldn't believe it. I was beaten so easily, how could this happen? Rage built up inside me, no one humiliates me and gets away with it. No one gets away with it.

"No one," I muttered, grinding my teeth, looking at the ground, before roaring into the sky," I'll kill her!"

Snatching my spear from the ground, I stood up, and gripped it tightly, there wasn't a lot of places for her to hide, and I'll find her. Sooner or later, I'll find her, and I'll rip her to bits.