A/N: Please Read and Review. Reyna as far as I know is not a daughter of Apollo, so I made her the Sybil. The Roman Oracle. She's kinda like Percy's Rachel, if Percy had chosen Rachel.

Chapter Two: THE TEST OF MARS

Michael groaned his head felt like it was on fire. Something at the back of his mind told him he had felt this way before. He tried to stand up and a wave of nausea slammed into him.

His vision cleared enough to allow him to see his surroundings, which didn't offer much detail anyways. He was on a beach. It was in the middle of the night. He saw some stars in the sky; there was one constellation that he vaguely recognized. Like it was on the tip of his tongue, it irritated him to no end.

After a few minutes, he felt better enough to try to speak. His tongue felt like it was made out of sand. "Where am I?"

Michael racked his brain, trying to figure the last thing he could remember. He was falling off a bridge. That was in New York, and this was certainly NOT New York.

He slowly got up and had only taken a few steps before a guy with very tidy blonde hair. It looked like he might have just combed it. Within the blink of an eye, the boy had a sword against his throat.

Yep, definitely a demigod.

"Hey," he gasped, "What's going on here?"

The boy scowled, his blue eyes flashing. "Who are you?"

Michael opened his mouth, and then closed it. Who was he? All he remembered that his name was Michael, and that he had fallen off a bridge in New York fighting Kronos. He remembered Camp Half-Blood, but it was like everything heading toward it had been erased. He couldn't remember exactly where it was. He figured that it wouldn't matter much anyways. "I'm Michael…" He trailed off.

The blade was pushed harder into his throat but nothing happened. Michael didn't feel the blade; in fact, if he hadn't looked, he probably wouldn't have known the boy was holding a sword. "Michael who?"

He dared a shrug; an instinct told him that the boy could become very dangerous. "Michael Yew."

The boy raised an eyebrow. "Why are you here and how did you get here?"

Michael sighed, "All I remember is fighting against Kronos…" This cause the boy to look a bit confused, "in New York, and then I fell off a bridge. As for how I got here, I really don't know. Can't you tell me?"

"Kronos…. You mean Saturn?" The boy's face went from suspicious to wary in an instant. He still didn't lower the blade. "We're in California."

Wow, Michael thought. California. Sun, Surf, and Sand. "Really, California?"

"Yes," the boy snapped. "Didn't you hear me? Now, answer the other question before I chop you to pieces. How did you get here?"

Hopefully the boy wasn't going to chop him to pieces. "I already told you. I don't know how I got here, I got here. I just woke up here."

Something about the way he acted seemed to convince the boy. Once the blade was away from his neck, he took a chance to take a look at him. He was just a bit taller then he was him, and he was wearing some type of armor that he vaguely recognized. He saw a glimpse of a purple shirt underneath.

The boy muttered to himself, "Why didn't Lupa sense you?"

Michael couldn't help but ask, "Lupa?"

The boy gave a quick, suspicious glance at him. "Someone you probably need to know. Follow me." He pulled at Michael's shirt and he stumbled behind him. "Reyna! You and the others come out. He seems clean."

Michael's eyes widened slightly when he saw seven other teenagers dressed similarly as the girl. Two of them were girls and the other five were boys. They all looked intimidating. The girl with red hair was holding a dagger; the others were holding swords that looked like they were made of gold. Why would they have gold swords? He felt like that it was wrong.

The redhead glared at him, her eyes were brown. "Lupa will punish you if you bring him to camp, Jason. And she will kill him."

"Back off, Reyna. Just because you're the Sybil, and my girlfriend, doesn't grant you any special privileges."

Reyna shrugged and shoved Michael down the hill. Michael instantly wanted to turn around so that 'Reyna' and 'Jason' didn't have to face his back. "If Lupa kills him, then he dies. He must be a demigod or an unlucky mortal."

'Reyna' rolled her eyes, "Fine. Just don't expect the punishment to be easy. Lupa's been acting strange since we've gotten back from Mt. Othrys."

Michael became curious but didn't dare turn around.

Mt. Othrys? Who are these people?

After a few minutes of walking, they had arrived at a huge fort. Michael was impressed by the size of it. There was a huge ditch that seemed to surround the fort. Twelve watchtowers were placed strategically around the fort. The walls were made of a white grey stone and were about twenty five feet tall, according to Michael's estimations. The watchtowers glowed faintly with light.

Once they were about ten yards away from the fort. He saw that they had a drawbridge gate that was made from gold and wood. Again, what was with the gold? That nagging feeling that he was missing something very important. 'Jason' held her sword and made a flash against one of the lights. Almost instantly the gate began to lower, followed by a few shouts. They crossed the ditch and Michael noticed something splash in the ditch. He began to feel slightly nervous. Maybe I'm totally out of my league right now.

Before they could enter the fort, a boy with closely cropped auburn hair stopped them; he pointed a sword at Michael. What was with the sword pointing anyways? Someone could get hurt? Michael wasn't even sure he could do any harm.

'Jason' scowled deeper. "Shut up, Bobby!" 'Bobby instantly fell silent. "He was in the camp borders and completely weaponless. I figure he would make some use of entertainment for Lupa."

Bobby looked at him with dark eyes. Something about those eyes made Michael angry and want to fight Bobby until he was on the floor, crying his eyes out. Or at least admit defeat. Bobby looked like it would take a lot for him to cry. "What's his name?"

"He calls himself Michael." Jason answered.

Michael muttered, "Michael can talk." Bobby sent a glare at him; Michael felt the urge to stick his tongue at him.

"Fine, but don't come running to me when Lupa punishes you." Bobby replied, he turned around and left, shouting at a few kids in a language Michael vaguely recognized.

Reyna shoved Michael making him stumble. His back felt feverish when she touched him.

Michael looked around. There were twelve huge tents near the middle of the fort with about a dozen smaller ones behind them. They were color coded. Three tents were slightly bigger than the other nine. Michael wondered why they were the only ones without smaller tents behind them.

The biggest tent, which stood all by itself, was a stormy grey color. It seemed to flap like there was a strong wind blowing against it. It occasionally flashed a bright yellow. There were two marble eagles on either side of the tent.

Near it, was a tent that was only slightly smaller than the first one. To Michael, it was perhaps the most beautiful tent in the whole fort. It was a sea-green that matched the ocean. It glowed faintly and showed a few fishes swimming lazily. Michael was astounded by this as he watched the bottom of the tent showing a beautiful, multi-colored reef with fish swimming; Michael recognized a few of the fish. One of them looked straight at Michael then swimming away. Like the first tent, there were two marble statues on either side of the tent but they were horses rearing up instead of eagles

The third tent wasn't as spectacular as the other two. The tent was as black as a nightmare and seemed to suck up any light. Instead of having the illusion like it moved, it was completely still. It made Michael nervous and jittery as he and the others walked past it.

Michael didn't have any time to look at the other tents as Reyna made him turn left toward a huge cave. The cave was out of place compared to the tent and the fort. There were torches along the wall and it seemed that it led underground. Reyna forced Michael to stop in front of it and kneel down. Michael was beginning to dislike this girl.

"Lupa potens, ego te oportet quod agenda. Tu nos tua gratia praesentia" Reyna spoke out loud without an ounce of fear in her voice.

After a few minutes, Michael thought that this 'Lupa' wasn't going to show or maybe he really wasn't that important. He made a move to stand up when something emerged from the shadows. It was the biggest wolf that Michael had ever seen. It was perhaps twice as tall as him with chocolate red shaggy fur and paws as huge as dinner plates.

The wolf looked at Reyna and the others for a second before her gaze when to Michael. Her dark amber eyes were highly intelligent for a wolf.

It snarled at him and he heard a voice speak in his head. What are you doing here at this camp, Half Blood? You don't smell Roman.

The sheer force of the voice sent Michael lower on his knees. Who exactly was this wolf and why did she have powers?

I am Lupa, Mother of wolves and raiser of Romulus and Remus.

Why did those names ring a bell? Even thinking about it made Michael's head hurt, along with the voice of Lupa.

Lupa shook her head at Jason and his Contubernium. They bowed before leaving in a rush.

Lupa turned around and glanced back at Michael. Follow me, Half Blood. She disappeared in the cave. He had no choice but to follow her. The cave was dry and it casually sloped downwards until it reached a huge cavern.

The cavern was filled with tables of various stuff, most looked like it was made of gold. Michael wondered how Lupa could write when she transformed right in front of him into a woman with the same color hair and eyes. Michael wasn't really surprised which surprised him. How could he react so normally?

She handed him a cup. "Drink." She said.

He thought it was best not to disobey the scary wolf-lady. He took a big gulp. After a few minutes, nothing had happened. "So you are a demigod," the wolf-lady said. "That was nectar. IF mortals drank that, they would burn up."

"Michael Yew," she said, growling. Michael flinched at his name. It wasn't scary normally, just when the wolf-lady said it. "Your father has taken a great risk by putting you in my camp. I should kill you but I cannot, yet."

Michael couldn't help himself from asking, "Why?"

Lupa sent him a cold look. Lupa growled, seemingly angry at Michael. "Yes, right now I have little choice. Unless you prove yourself weak, I cannot kill you."

"Isn't that a bit harsh?" Michael didn't like the sound of the word weak. "I'm sorry to ask, but who's my dad?"

"I cannot tell you fully. You must discover this yourself while at my camp. You will go through the Tests of Parentage."

"I'm staying here?" Wait a minute; tests?

Lupa nodded. Michael had no clue what she was talking about but it seemed safer just to agree.

"Things will become easier if you survive. Come, it's time for the Tests of Parentage." Lupa changed back into a wolf and walked back out of the cave. Michael scrambled to follow her.

"Prove myself?"

These tests will tell you who your father is. First is the Test of Mars. You will battle my second strongest warrior.

Wait, who's Mars?

You might know him better as Ares.

Michael looked around the fort again as Lupa led him to the far right corner. Most of the kids and teens there straightened when Lupa passed by. They just scowled at Michael. Jeez, what was their problem?

"Second strongest?" Lupa ignored him.

The sun was rising as they arrived at a huge pit. It was about fifteen feet deep and made a huge circle. The bottom of it was covered in gravel. Michael leaned over it and said "Whoa. How long did it take to-Ahh!"

Lupa had pushed Michael into the pit with her nuzzle. Michael had landed on his stomach and coughed. "What was that for?"

Lupa ignored him and howled. Almost instantly, the campers had surrounded the pit, followed by some wolves smaller in stature than Lupa.

Michael heard her speaking with such authority that it almost made him want to obey her. Roman Warriors, it is time for the Test of Mars. This boy shall battle the Praetor of the Mars Legion.

Apparently, this was a huge entertainment for them because they began to cheer loudly when Bobby emerged from the ground and jumped into the pit gracefully. Michael muttered something under his breath.

Bobby gave him a dark smirk and pulled out a gold sword.

"Wait! Don't I get some sort of weapon?" Michael shouted as he backed up when Bobby took a test swing. The crowd above him snickered.

You must prove yourself by yourself, this is how it works. Lupa explained with some patience. Michael groaned and looked at Bobby. Something about him vaguely reminded Clarisse, only meaner and more terrifying, which is normally very hard to pull off.

The lack of weapon didn't appear to bother Bobby as he swung at Michael. He instinctively ducked and rolled away from Bobby.

He had accidentally pulled the object from his pocket. It was a ballpoint pen, black ink and probably worth thirty cents. Great, Michael thought bitterly as he dodged one of Bobby's stabs, I can draw on him to defeat.

He could see some annoyance in the crowd and Bobby as he repeated dodged Bobby's sword and physical attacks. His body seemed to be thinking on his own. He saw every attack Bobby was about to do before he did it. He saw every piece of gravel in the pit.

Bobby howled in rage. "Stop moving around and let me hit you!"

"No!" Michael yelled back, dodging another of Bobby's strikes.

As Michael leaned back, he tripped over a huge rock and went sprawling on his back. His back felt like it was on fire and he couldn't get up fast enough. Bobby had the gold sword against his throat, grinning triumphantly.

He held up the sword in defense as Bobby swung for the kill.

There was a thump and Michael blacked out.

To be continued: Chapter 3: I Get Electrocuted and Drown, all in the same day