"I'm going to win this time." I said to Piper, who laughed, shaking her hair out of her face.

"Oh, really? After your performance last night, I would think you would lose. What makes you so sure?" I clenched my teeth. "No plan, eh?"

"Just watch me." I growled, glaring at her, realizing that my plan wasn't going to work if I was so angry. I unsheathed my sword and tied my hair up, starting to smile. I could see that caught her completely off guard. If only I could get deeper...You know what, dad. Change of plans. I'm going to emotionally scar her. Make her angry. She'll be as blind as a bull when I'm finished.

"Ready?"

"Ready." I replied, smiling. "Wait, did you know your makeup is a little smeared today? I doubt Jason would like to date a girl with bad makeup." She growled, clenching her teeth. I was close. She swung her blade and I blocked it with my shield, pearl and metal clanging together.

"What are you doing, Christian?" Piper growled, swinging again. "Jason doesn't care." I raise my eyebrows.

"Really? I heard him talk to Leo and Percy about your makeup. I'm not one to gossip..." She swung at me again. "...but I really don't like seeing my friend being talked about, especially if it's negative." The swords clanged as I stabbed out towards her chest plate, her sword catching on mine. I blinked, the reflection of the sun getting in my eyes. I realised my mistake too late, and she sliced open my forehead, blood running down my face, I touched my hand to my face, the laceration fading into a thin, white line. Piper sighed in frustration.

"It's too bad about you two. You would have been great together." I continued. Now, her eyebrows raised, uneasy.

"What are you talking about, Christian? We are still together." She said quietly, sounding both confused and angry. Yikes. I was dead. if not now, I would be later. I continued my lies.

"Oh... Oops. I heard him talking to the boys about how you are just another stuck up daughter of Aphrodite, self absorbed and selfish. Just another toy to play with."

"You liar!" She screamed, her eyes blazing. She swung her sword, but I easily sidestepped the blow, parrying it with my own sword. By this time, a crowd had gathered. Crowds seemed to like me these days. There were shouts, people chanted for Piper and I. The words I heard most was, "Go, Christian!" Screamed by the boys, echoing in my head, my ears ringing. Only the girls were rooting for Piper. The sound was deafening, even more so when Piper put her hand up and sheathed her sword, sweat pouring down her face.

"I surrender. You win." She stated. The camp went wild, rushing forward to meet me at the middle of the arena. I didn't even notice when people started to talk to me. I sunk to the ground, to exhausted to stand.

You've found a weapon and used it well, my daughter. I am proud. My Apollo's voice echoed in my mind. I smiled, completely oblivious to the fact that people were talking to me. I blinked. What?

"Huh?" I stared blankly at the person in front of me. His piercingly golden eyes looking at me with concern. Annabeth stood behind him, picking up my sword, dusting it off.

"We're going to take you to the house. Okay? You're injured." I could see true worry in his eyes. How is it that people I don't even know can care so much about me? I didn't even know this guy's name. Obviously, he the son of Hestia, but his name was basically non-existent.

Before the golden eyed boy carried me to the house, I caught a glimpse of Piper, who had tears streaming down her cheeks. She was talking to Jason and Leo, then looked over and stared daggers at me. My body went cold. This girl would kill me in my sleep. She was angry. People probably realize I can't be trusted. I lie. Hopefully, people also realize it is a deadly hand to hand combat technique. The boy's warm hands felt good against my cold and clammy body, my speeding heart rate slowing down. My eyes started to close, but then, he started to talk to me.

"You don't know me, do you? Nobody does. I'm Damon, son of Hestia. The only one, just like you." I smiled a little. I had a feeling he would introduce himself eventually. My eyelids got heavy again, starting to close. "Stay awake, Christian. Please. For me?" Anything for him. He was the only one who understood, the only one who knew what it was like to be the only one born to a certain god. "You were amazing out there, you know. I could never have gotten underneath somebody's skin like you did. Will you teach me?" Damon said, still talking to me.

"Yes." I whispered. "For you." Then, he layed me on the couch in the house, kissing my forehead as everything grew dark. I knew that I would have someone there for me when I awoke. I dreamed, but still one of my dad, Apollo.

Me- Hey, dad.

Apollo- You did wonderfully today. I'm so proud of my daughter.

Me- Thanks. I just feel bad about lying. I didn't want to ruin our friendship, just win the fight.

Apollo- Here's something for you...

The wind might rage,

The storm might flood,

But where there's rainbows,

There's always the sun.

Me- What does that mean?

Apollo- You are my daughter. Figure it out, then call for me. You will know when you've found the true meaning.

Me- Thanks.

Apollo- For what?

Me- Teaching me how to fight.

Apollo- I gave my wisdom, you put it into meaning. Call when you need me, my daughter.

The scene faded away, leaving me on the couch in the darkening room, Damon snoring away in a chair beside me. I reach out and brush his shaggy hair away from his face, and his eyes flutter open.

"Christian?" He whispers. I shush him with a finger on his lips.

"Thank you." I whisper to him, my lips brushing his ear. He gives me a small smile.

"Why?"

"For understanding. You're the only one at Camp Half-Blood who understands. We have so much more in common than I ever realized. I want you to be mine." I looked into his eyes, caressing his cheek.

"I want you more than you could ever imagine. We are special alone. Together, we are unstoppable. The moment I noticed you, I knew you were different. I just didn't know how. You are much like me, in the fact that we are not as deadly with physical weapons, but with cunning and skills that let us think outside the normal combat view of other Demigods. We are dangerous beyond the dreams of even Percy Jackson. We are deadly in our own way. We can turn people against us by just speaking to them, let alone being in combat with them. Our words have power, Christian." Damon spoke to me, choosing his words carefully. They were powerful, without a doubt. They touched my heart deeply, and tears started to stream down my face, my lower lip trembling. There was no way that even Apollo could understand this as well as Damon and I did.

Damon wiped my tears away with his thumb, leaning in and kissing me with so much passion, it overwhelmed me. There was no way that anything would tear us apart. No threat, no weapon, no god, Titan, monster, or Demigod would ever break us. We were inseparable. We felt each other's pain and loneliness, turning it around by talking and understanding. We knew each other well, even though we just met.

"I can't believe we only met a few hours ago." I whispered. He laughed.

"You would think that we've known each other for weeks, years really." He smiled, squeezing my hand. "I'll make sure Piper doesn't get to you."

"I can handle her, but if Percy, Jason, and Leo team up against me, I'm out of luck." Damon nodded in agreement, leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes. I slept dreamless for the first time in my life that night. Hopefully, I'd still be alive in the morning.