ARES'S POV

When I heard we got to make our own shows, I was actually kinda surprised. Old Hephy finally realized that trapping me and Aph was NOT cool. Well, I already know what I'm doin' for my show! I'm totally doing a killer show all about how to beat someone, anyone, in a fight! Of course, I'm not giving away all my secrets; they don't call me the god of war for nothin'! And the best part is… I'm going to get my entire cabin from Camp to help me out! How's that for child interaction, Zeus?

I got on my bike and rode out to Camp. Boy, won't my kids be stoked to see their dad in person! I got to the entrance, where Chiron greeted me with a bow.

"Lord Ares. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I spat.

"I gotta see my cabin. I have somethin' to ask them."

Chiron looked at the spot where I had spat on the ground, his face looking a bit stunned.

"Of course, my Lord. Go on in."

I put my helmet on my bike and marched in. Campers everywhere looked up at me in awe, probably thinking they should stay away from a tough guy like me. Just how I like it.

I got to Cabin 5, and again admired that it was perfect for my children in every way. The walls were stained bright red, the color of fresh blood. There was a giant boar head attached to the roof, and loud rock music was blaring from the inside. The whole place had an aura of tough, rough, and hardcore. Excellent.

I peeked through the window and chuckled to myself when I saw a couple of my kids rolling on the floor, repeatedly punching and kicking each other. Nothin' like a good fight to liven things up.

I knocked on the door and heard Clarisse shout, "Whaddaya want?"

I grunted. "That isn't a nice way to talk to your father, now is it?"

I listened closely, and nodded when I heard a stunned silence. Whispers flooded the cabin. "Dad? The Lord Ares? HERE?!"

The door opened, and Clarisse popped her head out. I spat again, and waited for a response, arms crossed.

"Well?" I asked.

"No-nothing." Clarisse looked dazed. "Is-is it really you?"

I grunted. I plucked a knife from thin air and shot it into a tree 20 feet away. It lodged itself in, and campers nearby backed away, terrified. I looked back at Clarisse, and tapped my foot, still waiting for a response.

"Oh, wow." Clarisse said, astonished.

She turned back into the cabin, and yelled, "It's him! It's really him!"

The campers crowded the doorway, hoping to get a peek at me. They had to fight their way to the front, and fists went flying everywhere. I smiled, satisfied with myself. Looks like I had taught them well.

Clarisse kneeled, and she motioned for the others to do the same.

"Lord Ares- I mean, Dad, what can we do for you?"

I stood up tall, and tried to look as tough and powerful as I possible could.

"All right, now listen up, punks! Old Hephy finally let us gods take over his TV channel, and now we have to create a show for people to watch."

"I'll bet you have a violent plan, right?" Clarisse asked.

"Of course I do. I'm the god of war. Now, I want you all to help me with this. We're going to create a show on how to beat anyone in a fight. When I say anyone, I mean anyone."

All of Cabin 5 cheered.

"We're going to beat those chumps no matter what it takes!" Clarisse announced triumphantly.

Man, am I proud of that kid.

I clapped her on the back.

"That's my girl! Ok, what I want you all to do is find the victim for our first lesson. Someone who you would just love to beat up to a pulp. Any suggestions?"

Clarisse stepped forward.

"Percy Jackson!"

I closed my fists the second I heard that name. That little punk actually had the guts to fight me, and he claims he won. No one, no one, messes with the god of war like that. We have been sworn enemies ever since. No one should ever get on the bad side of a god. Especially not me.

"I have definitely taught you well. Percy Jackson, you say? Perfect. That punk's going down."

Cabin 5 cheered again.

"I'll report back to you guys when I got more ideas and info, got it?" I announced.

"Got it," they chorused back.

I turned and walked away proudly, the campers automatically clearing my path. An excuse to beat up Percy Jackson? I'm liking Hephy's plan better and better…