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All of the characters (Other than the gods, titans and Camp Half-Blood Staff e.g. Chiron), are OCs. No Demigods from the Percy Jackson series exist. Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood do not known of each other's existence, and the first (and second) Great Prophecy was never spoken.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson Universe, it belongs to uncle Rick :P

Riley Lacroix

Riley Lacroix wasn't a big fan of Greek Mythology three years ago, when she discovered she was a half-blood, and in fact she still wasn't. She would love to go one day without Kronos sending his goons to try and break down Camp Half-Blood's barrier. Dozens of demigods would get injured and get sent to the infirmary for the Apollo kids to deal with, and as Head Counselor of Cabin 7, it was her job to make sure nobody actually died of their wounds.

Of course no one complained out loud because everyone knew what they were fighting for. Not only their home, the only safe place on earth for them, but one special little thirteen-year-old boy that Kronos wanted. His name was Zachary Bennett, and he was the only remaining child of the Big Three, the only one that the Titan King hadn't been able to kill yet, the last and most powerful son of Zeus.

She was snapped out of her reverie as her half-brother, Nathan Rode, yelled, "Riley! We need help over here!"

She ran over to a bed where a camper from Cabin 5 lie on a bed, unmoving. "What's wrong with him?"

"He has no wounds, but he's in a coma, and he keeps muttering the same thing over and over."

"And what's that?"

"Something about a blonde huntress."

Riley frowned, an expression that didn't pass over her face often, as she studied the motionless boy in front of her. "I'll have to talk to Chiron about that."

"Speaking of Chiron..." Nate mumbled.

"Riley!" The centaur called from the door of the infirmary. "Senior Counsel in the Rec Room!"

"Guess you better go." he muttered.

"Yeah," Riley said. "But keep working on that weird coma."

Nate nodded. "Okay."

As Riley jogged across the camp to get to the Big House, she noticed that everyone was either sleeping, eating or training. It was a sad reality that no one had the time to play volleyball or gossip with the Nymphs anymore. She sighed. How did it come to this?

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Two unfamiliar kids were standing awkwardly next to Chiron as the last of the Head Counselors took their respective spots, both with matching purple shirts that were so ripped that the gold writing on it was unreadable. Riley stood between Shane Miller, the Head Counselor of the Hermes Cabin, and Destiny Williams, the Head Counselor from the Nemesis Cabin, as murmurs spread throughout the room.

"What is happening?" Riley asked Shane quietly.

"I have no idea." he whispered back.

Zach stood at the head of table, looking greatly troubled. The young son of Zeus seemed older than his years, and Riley couldn't begin to imagine all of the responsibility that had been dropped on his shoulders. At only thirteen, he was already the leader of Camp Half-Blood after his childhood sweetheart, Paige, daughter of Poseidon, had been captured and killed by Kronos.

"Silence!" Chiron yelled. "We have a very important matter to discuss!" The voices faded.

"Who are they?" Griffin, Head Counselor from the Ares Cabin, asked roughly, pointing to the two mysterious people with his hunting knife.

"I will answer all your questions soon enough," said the old centaur. "But we have to wait for the Hunters, who will be arriving shortly."

Everyone groaned.

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Turned out that that the Hunters of Artemis didn't arrive until the next morning. Where Chiron got his idea of "shortly" was obviously unreliable. He had refused to say a word until the representatives of Cabin 8 arrived. Riley doubted that any of the Head Counselors had actually slept that night.

Brooklyn Pine had terrible timing. Like seriously? The next morning? Of course no one said that out loud as everybody filed into the Rec Room, because as a daughter of Nike, she didn't take criticism very well. And by that I mean that last time someone gave her a piece of friendly advice about her competitiveness, they ended up in the infirmary for two weeks. Long story short, it wasn't fun for Riley to take care of the severely wounded daughter of Athena, who had become Head Counselor recently, and was currently glaring at the Lieutenant of Artemis from across the room. If looks could kill, Brooklyn would be dead ten times over… However, she didn't seem to notice, or if she did, mind, Sage's hate.

"Okay." Chiron said. "Now that we are all here," he sent a pointed look towards Brooklyn. "We can get down to business." He gestured for the two strange kids to come forward, and RIley studied them more closely. The first one was a red-headed girl with freckles dotting her face, she looked about a year younger than Riley. Her shirt was so ripped, that everyone could see the gray camisole she had worn underneath it. Next to her, was a boy with disheveled brown hair, in the same purple shirt, although it was less ripped, and Riley could make out two letters: S and Q.

"This is Abigail Wescott and Spencer Ward." Chiron announced. "From Camp Jupiter."

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