The campers gathered together for a briefing by Chiron before the game starts, Jonathan following alongside.

"Today, we will be having Capture-the-Flag!" Chiron announced and the campers cheered, "Here are the groupings: Jewel Han, daughter of Hades, Athena, Apollo and Ares cabin are on the blue team, and the rest are on the red team!" There cheers and jeers that erupted from the campers.

"But Jewel's still at the Infirmary," Joshua butted in. His pink hair was hard to miss, despite his small build.

"Butt off, Josh!" A female voice cut through from the back. Everyone parted for her.

"I ain't backing out without a fight, man," Jewel, as now Jonathan knew, flicked her dagger at Joshua.

Chiron looked amused by Jewel, his eyebrows raised and eyes twinkling with curiosity. Like Jonathan, Chiron could tell Jewel isn't an easy demigod.

"Alright, campers. Pick your weapons and strategise; let the game begin!" On cue, another conch horn blew, signalling the start of the war game.

The blue team and red team quickly dispersed into their respective groups, so did Jonathan.

Turns out the red team was the obvious loser. They had no fighters, no strategies, no long-range professional archers, and one voodoo magic demigod. At least they had a big group of mischievous and sneaky Hermes bunch of kids.

Their plan was no plan.

Jonathan couldn't take it anymore. The disorganisation and unpreparation was getting on his nerves and if the others had no plan and Jonathan has one, they better follow.

But Jonathan was worried. OMG that guy just came to camp and he is already bossing us around?! What if they give him the stink eye?

"Hey New Guy." Jonathan looked up. "Any ideas?" Tyler Xiao raised an eyebrow at the quiet boy.

Jonathan hesitated, but said, "Yes, but I need some hands."

In a few minutes, a few fart bombs and perfume bombs were made. Hephaestus' demigods tinkered with the mechanism and made all the bombs heat triggered, so that there would be no friendly fire if any case.

In a distance, the red team could hear the war cry of the other team. Scrambling off their feets, the red team quickly stuck their flag deep into the ground and placed those harmless bombs they made.

With a smirk on his face, Jonathan grabbed his sword before heading to his hideout, where he would be working as defence.

He could hear the bronze swords clashing against each other, the defiant cries of demigods fighting against one another.

Jonathan was growing bored, as most of the action is situated at the centre of the game area and did not really concern him. He was about to give up and step out of his hideout when he caught a mop of black appearing at the left corner of his vision. He shrunk back to his hiding spot.

In the spot of the black, stood a girl. Jewel Han. Jonathan never noticed, her facial features were strongly, yet femininely, defined and her eyelashes were long. Her dark eyes were strangely captivating.

She was drop-dead gorgeous. (Get it? Daughter of Hades and drop-dead?)

Jewel chuckled, "Red team to lose." She walked towards the red flag that stood tall and proud.

Jonathan willed his index finger to light up in a small fire, and flicked it towards the nearest bomb.

The explosion was extremely loud that it echoed throughout the forest and it blew the daughter of Hades off her feet. Jonathan took advantage of the stunned demigod and quickly removed his sword and pointed it towards Jewel.

He smirked, "Thought it would be easy?" Jewel looked up at Jonathan, shocked written all over her face, which turned into fear when she had her eyes on his blade.

Jonathan looked down. His sword was on fire. Orange flames were licking the now red-hot metal. He looked closer. Jonathan realised that the fire was not consuming the blade, the blade was producing this fire.

He thought it was just his fire power acting up but he realised, the sword was manufactured for a fire user. Jonathan could will the flames to gather at the tip of the blade to gain the extra length if needed.

Then again, he forgot the poor demigod's neck was literally under his sword. The blaze was touching Jewel's neck but it wasn't hurting her.

"U-Uh, J-J-Jonathan. You can put i-it down now." Jewel stammered, glancing down at the flames that was dangerously close to her skin.

"Oh." Jonathan blinked, "Oh, Gods. Sorry."

Subconsciously: Oh, cool! This thing has no friendly fire? Sick!

Jonathan retrieved his sword back to himself. In the meantime, Jewel was already back on her feet and had Jonathan at her daggers' end. Cheers erupted from the campers that gathered to watch.

Jonathan took a few steps, shocked. "Take it easy," He muttered.

Jonathan was a few inches taller than Jewel, so looking down at her was easy. Peeling his eyes away from her, he looked down to see a little blue sticking out of her shirt pocket. His lips curled into a smirk.

"Excuse me, sorry." He said and parried her dagger, twirled her around and locked her with his sword to her neck, in his arms.

He tentatively pulled out the blue cloth because girls are sensitive. "Gotcha." On his hand, was the blue team's flag.

The red team cheered, nobody expected them to win. Jewel turned around and punched Jonathan in the shoulder. "Nice move, kid." She smiled a little, looking at him, before grabbing his arm and flipping him over onto the floor.

Jonathan groaned. Good Gods, is this how you treat your elders? He brushed off the leaves and dirt and stood back up.

"Jewel Han. Daughter of Hades."

"Jonathan Valdez, descendant of Hephaestus." He shook her hand.

The glory of winning died down quickly when 'Valdez' was brought up. Murmurs broke out and fingers pointed. Everyone knew the famous legend of the Seven, his father Leo Valdez included. Nobody really knew or remembers the immortal son of Leo Valdez and Calypso, because Jonathan was always here and there.

"Maybe you would like to introduce yourself, Jonathan." The wise old voice sounded, accompanied by the crunch of leaves under his hooves.

"Well," Jonathan dried his hands on his pants. "I'm Jonathan Valdez, a descendant of Hephaestus. I can summon fire..." Uneasiness broke out. Fire users were extremely rare.

"And I have a hundred and eighty years' old mind in a seventeen years' old body." Jonathan muttered the last part softly. Would he have to escape this camp too?

"Hail, Jonathan Valdez, legacy of the Valdez family, descendant of Hephaestus." Chiron announced as the camp got to their knees, obviously some pockets of people defining Jonathan as a freak and was reluctant to kneel.

After the game ended, the demigods all parted ways to wash up before heading to Campfire, when the sky turns dark. It makes campfires look more majestic and interesting.

When Jonathan reached the Hephaestus cabin, he hesitated. What would his cabinmates think of him? Will he have his place there? He wondered how the children of Hephaestus had decorated the cabin. But he never got to find out.

"Jonathan!" He turned and saw T running towards him. "Chiron wants to see you. In the Big House."

She must have read Jonathan's bizarre expression. "You see the big blue house over there?" She pointed. Jonathan nodded. "That's the Big House. Walk all the way straight and take a right."

And so, Jonathan headed towards his destination. As he walked on the cobblestone path, he knocked into someone.

"Oh look, who do we have here," The camper smirked.

"Hey, Tyler. Nice to see you, I gotta go. So, see you around, I guess," Jonathan said before heading off.

Tyler's hand pulled him back by the shoulder. Jonathan landed on the floor.

"Not so fast, Valdez." Tyler sung, "Must be nice, huh. Be a big-shot once you've come to camp, a son of the infamous Seven." Jonathan kept quiet.

"Well, let's see. I wonder, who set off the ballista on Camp Jupiter that almost triggered a second Civil War?"

Jonathan growled. "He was under the eidolon's influence. It wasn't his fault!"

"Who forgot his duties and let two of his crew members fall into Tartarus?!"

"He had his mind on the cursed Athena statue!"

"Stop looking for excuses. Your father was the one I despised most in the entire crew of the Seven. The seventh wheel."

"Shut it, Xiao! Knock it off!" A new voice cut through. Jonathan was close to tears when he saw the blurry image of a petite girl with a yellow bandanna one. Her sleeveless shirt showed her slightly buffed arms.

"Can't you tell it's bothering him? The Hades is your problem?!" She yelled at the black haired boy.

"Zeus almighty, Lyssa. Iㅡ"

"Save it. He's my brother now, my family. Touch a strand of hair of his, get ready to be shaved." Lyssa said.

Tyler backed off, rolling his eyes. He left while muttering things about Lyssa, being the bully and lucky I'm nice.

"Hey, you fine?" Lyssa grabbed Jonathan up from the ground.

"Yeah. I just hate it when people talk about my family." Jonathan said in a small voice. He hated how people would think his father as useless and his mother as an evil Titan daughter. They were the nicest people you could ever ask for.

"No worries, I get it," She flashed a smile. "Name's Alyssa Kim. Hephaestus."

Jonathan grinned, albeit half-heartedly. "Guess you already know me. If you don't mind, I need to head over. Thanks."

Alyssa waved goodbye to Jonathan and he continued his way to the Big House. With no more unhappy interruptions, thankfully.

The room that Jonathan and Chiron were in was nothing like he thought. It was like the old times, a ping-pong table surrounded by chairs, and a few centuries' old Seymour still hung on the wall.

"I'm surprised you have lived this long, Jonathan," Chiron started.

Jonathan shrugged, "I incinerated most of the monsters I've met."

Chiron suppressed a smile. "Of course. But the Gods don't guide you here for no reason, if you survive so well on your own."

"Me? What reason?"

"That," Chiron crossed his arms, "We still do not know. Maybe a little more time, we'll see what's due."

Jonathan could only nod. He only felt like a tall, fire-breathing klutz that stumbled upon this too-good-to-be-true place. What ordeals were he supposed to even survive?

"Your father has raised a bright, young man. With powers and immortality, you are nearly invincible. An almost flawless man."

Is that suppose to make me feel better about myself? Jonathan thought.

"But I foresee, these things would change, a sacrifice for the ones you love." Chiron added.

"Oh."

The closed door opened wide. "Chiron! I think there's another prophecy!"

Chiron and Jonathan both rushed off to the stables, where a group of campers had already gathered. Shoving his way to the front, he saw a familiar red-headed figure sat atop a wooden stool.

"Isn't that Aunt Rachel?"