Annabeth left the Big House after her meeting with Chiron. She was now heading back to her cabin, now exhausted after a long day. It was a peaceful walk through the camp. Torches lit the paths and the moon hung in the sky beside the stars. Cricket rubbed the legs together making the song of the night. Annabeth could the faint waves of the canoe lake and also the crackle of Hestia's hearth in the green by the cabins. However, before she reached the homes of the campers, she heard barking. The sound grew louder by the second. She looked around, no one else in sight. The barking came from just past Half-Blood Hill. Annabeth, thought of the possibility that it was hellhounds still in camp from the Labyrinth.

She contemplated checking it out, however before she could deny her thoughts and go to her cabin she heard loud yelling. A forceful wind began to blow, clouds covered up the night sky, and lightning bolts were hurled from above at the trees on the hill. She began running over to the scene, and once she arrived everything began to calm down. No more wind, no lightning, and the clouds dispersed.

Annabeth continued to look around, and soon found a boy, about fifteen years old, with black hair, a blue jacket and jeans. He lied still on the ground, his left arm was covered in red, with multiple bite wounds. By his feet rested a large pile of dust. She looked around for the guard dragon Peleus that usually laid around the tree, but he was no where in sight. Annabeth ran toward the cabins and saw Conner Stole, a Hermes camper.

"Go get Chiron!" she yelled to him. He nodded. "Quickly!" she called after him. Annabeth returned back to the boy at Half-Blood Hill, and only minutes later Chiron arrived. Conner and Annabeth hoisted the boy onto Chiron's back.

"Come and see me in the morning." Chiron ordered. He then trotted towards the infirmary. Annabeth began to walk to the cabins alongside Conner.

"Hellhound?" Conner asked.

"That what the wounds seem to indicate. There were upper and lower mandible puncture wounds of a canine." Annabeth stated. Annabeth looked over to Conner, who was already half-way to his cabin. He glanced back and saw her looking at him.

"Oh sorry. I stopped listening at 'indicate'. G'night." Conner said while waving. Annabeth shook her head and walked to her cabin.


The next morning Annabeth went straight to the Big House. Chiron was already outside and heading inside towards the infirmary. He walked up next to his enchanted wheelchair and sat down, his hooves morphing into fake feet and legs. Annabeth jogged up next to him.

"Why disguise you true form?" Annabeth asked.

"He has already been attacked by a hellhound. No need to make him think he is being attacked by another monster. It's best I talk to him like a mortal first." Chiron said gesturing to his fake legs.

"Chiron?" Annabeth said. He looked down to her.

"Yes Annabeth?" he questioned.

"Did you realize that this boy did not have a weapon with him last night," Chiron nodded. "yet he was found next to a pile of dust?"

"Maybe he is a demigod with talents. Perhaps Demeter. One could always use the plants for protection. Or maybe-" Annabeth cut him off.

"But it began to briefly storm during this incident." she stated.

"Annabeth you are quite intelligent. I'm sure you know that a Anemoi Thuellai can alter the weather." Chiron said.

"But I heard barking last night. And those were canine wounds on his arm."

"I'm sure we will learn of the events that occurred last night when the boy awakens." Chiron assured her. The two now arrived at the infirmary. They entered and saw the boy with bandages around his arm, all placed within a sling. He laid awake speaking to a daughter of Apollo that tended to his wounds. The girl turned when she saw Chiron.

"We have cleaned and wrapped his wounds. He appears to have been attacked by a large dog, most likely hellhound. He has some other cuts and bruises, nothing fatal. However, the is one issue." she stated.

"And that is?" Chiron asked.

"There may have been head trauma, because he states he does not remember the events of the past few days." she explained. Chiron looked over to the boy.

" I'm Chiron. What is your name son?" Chiron questioned. The boy stayed silent for a moment.

"Mason Torres. Wh-where am I again?" the boy spoke.

"You will learn all of that soon. But first I have a few questions." Chiron said. They conversed further and Mason explained that he was 15, a sophomore at a high school in New Jersey, and only remembers his Aunt taking him to some camp for gifted children.

"Wait," the boy looked around. "is this that camp? Where is my Aunt?"

"I'm sure we will be able to reunite you with you Aunt soon." Chiron assured him. "Annabeth, a word please."

The two walked away. "He is a half-blood. I can smell the scent of a deity in his blood. I believe we will just have to wait it out until he is claimed. Until then, when he is healed and ready, would you do the tour of the camp. I have some business to attend to." Annabeth nodded. "Also, get him a weapon. He needs to get used to being armed."

Annabeth returned to the bedside just as Mason received some nectar and ambrosia in order to heal. He turned to Annabeth questioningly with a slight smile on his face.

"Have you seen my Aunt?" he asked. Annabeth shook her head.

"No, not yet. But soon...hopefully." The boy's smile faded. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay I suppose. The pain has subsided." Mason stated. He swung his legs off and attempted to stand.

"Maybe you should just rest. Ambrosia and Nectar with help, but not that much." Annabeth said. Annabeth suddenly was very concerned for the health of the boy. Maybe it was because of how he somewhat reminded her of her boyfriend, Percy. The only difference between the two was a slight age difference and Mason's caramel colored skin. He looked up at her and she noticed the vibrant and innocent green eyes of the boy.

"I'm fine. It is my arm that is hurt. Not my legs." Mason stood fully and stumbled a bit. He clearly lost a lot of blood but would not show it. When he stood he was actually a bit taller than Annabeth.

"Maybe you would like to see the camp?" Annabeth asked. He nodded. They both walked out of the Big House together and she led him towards the armory. As they left campers walked around carrying swords, spears, and bows. Some wore armor, most likely heading for training.

"Ummm, so what is this camp about. What goes on he-" Mason stopped as he saw a guy with the legs of a goat and hooves walk by. He rubbed his eyes. "Maybe I should go back to the infirmary. I think I hit my head harder then they thought." He turned around and began walking back to the Big House. Annabeth grabbed his arm and stopped him. He winced in pain.

"Oh sorry." she apologized. "But you are fine. It's just a satyr." Mason widened his eyes.

"Just a satyr? Is that supposed to be reassuring?" he asked. Annabeth laughed.

"Come on." Annabeth said. As they walked away Mason continued to look back at the satyr. When touring the camp Annabeth explained the existence of the Greek gods and goddesses, the importance of the Mist, etc.

They passed the volleyball court, the forge, and the amphitheater finally reaching the armory. It was a large metal shed around the side of Athena cabin. Annabeth opened the door and inside was a dark room with the slight glow of celestial bronze weapons. She pushed open another door and the room flooded with outside light.

"Now let's get you a weapon. We don't need another situation like yesterday." Annabeth said. Mason walked in and was amazed by the plethora of weapons. The walls were lined with swords, spears, bows, dagger, clubs, even shotguns.

"I get to choose one of these?" Mason asked. He picked up a spear and swung it around nearly missing Annabeth.

"Whoa there." She dodged the moving spear. "But yea, you do. Just have to find the right one."

"Sorry." Mason said and put down the weapon. He continued to look around, mainly checking out the swords. When he got to the end of the sword he looked back towards Annabeth. "Maybe I'm not supposed to have a weapon. Maybe I should just stay on the sidelines."

"No come on, what's wrong?" Annabeth asked. "What about a bow?"

Mason shook his head, "I saw the archers at the range. Not the best idea for me."

"Club?" she asked. Mason once again shook his head. "Dagger?"

"Probably not." he said.

"Shotgun?" Annabeth tried.

"Now that's a stretch." Mason laughed. He looked around and noticed a ring sitting on a counter in the corner of the room. "What's that?"

"It looks like one of the Hecate kids' rings. They wear it in order to better control the Mist I believe." Annabeth replied.

"Right, the mystical and powerful force." Mason went and picked it up. It was celestial bronze like the others and also held the image of a lion carved into it.

"Just try it out. Maybe it'll better help you with mist control." she said. "If you don't feel good about a weapon, then maybe it is better you defend yourself."

Mason tried it on and it was a little big. But it slowly formed tighter around his middle finger. "Whoa...this looks kinda familiar too."

"Well at least you don't have to worry about taking off anyone's head with a spear.." Annabeth said. They both began to laugh, however their laugh was cut short by the sound of a conch horn. Annabeth turned toward the entrance. "Percy." she whispered to herself. She began to run out then turned to Mason. "Come on. I'll explain everything."

Mason ran out after her, being careful not to swing his arm, however he noticed the pain was surprisingly pretty much gone. When he left the armory he was surprised to see the same man that was in the wheel chair now half of his body a white stallion. He also had a bow strapped across his back. Many of the campers were also heading to the same area as Annabeth.

"What is going on?" Mason asked.

"A lot of stuff has been happening lately. Some campers had to go on an assignment." Annabeth replied.

"Assignment?" Mason continued to follow her until they reached an area where the centaur had stopped. Annabeth went around him and a boy with jet black hair and green eyes came into view.

"What happened?" she grabbed the boy's arm. "Is Luke-"

"The ship blew up," the boy said. "He wasn't destroyed. I don't know where-" He was then cut off by a girl with blue eyes and brown hair. She pushed through the crowd until she got to the front.

"Where's Charlie?" she demanded while looking around.

The boy glanced at the centaur helplessly.

The centaur then cleared his throat. "Silena, my dear, let's talk about this at the Big House-"

"No," she muttered. "No. No."

She began to cry, and everyone stood around, too stunned to speak. A larger girl with a bandana and armor then pushed through and put her arm around Silena.

"Come on, girl." she said. "Let's get to the Big House. I'll make you some hot chocolate." Everyone else then turned and wandered off in twos and threes, heading towards the cabins. The only others that remained were the centaur, Annabeth, the boy, and myself.

Annabeth wiped a tear from her cheek. "I'm glad you're not dead, Seaweed Brain."

"Thanks," he said. "Me too."

Chiron put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure you did everything you could, Percy. Will you tell us what happened?" Mason thought about the name. He remembered Annabeth spoke of him while on the tour. He was her boyfriend that was supposedly powerful and part of some prophecy.

He then told them the story, and also some part about some Titans.

"We must call a war council immediately, to discuss this spy, and other matters." the centaur spoke.

"Poseidon mentioned another threat," Percy said. "Something even bigger than the Princess Andromeda. I thought it might be that challenge the Titan had mentioned in my dream."

The centaur and Annabeth exchanged looks.

"We will discuss that also," the centaur promised.

"One more thing," Percy took a deep breath. "When I talked to my father, he said to tell you it's time. I need to know the full prophecy."

The centaur's shoulders sagged. "I've dreaded this day. Very well, Annabeth, we will show Percy the truth-all of it. Let's go to the attic."

The boy then looked over to me followed by everyone's eyes.

"Oh yes." the centaur said. "This is our newest camper. Percy, Mason. Mason, Percy."

He waved, "Sup." Mason waved back. "Sorry you had to come in the middle of a war."

Mason raised his eyebrows, "War?"