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Percy: Aw, I wish you owned me.

Me: Yes. I do too, Percy. I do too.


The pegasus ride was awkward, to say the least.

For one, I was squashed between two girls that I had just barely met, our personal spaces highly violated. And second, the pegasus-he said that his name was Windstorm-wouldn't stop complaining to me that pegasus weren't meant to carry three people.

When an island finally came into view, I couldn't stop myself from gasping at the sense of deja vu that flooded through me. I knew this place. I had done this all before, I was sure of it. But as quickly as the feeling came, it was gone again, leaving me with a strange sense of longing.

Windstorm touched down on the beach, and snorted in relief when the three of us dismounted. Gods, he whinnied disdainfully. I don't think I've ever carried heavier demigods. And you. You call yourself a son of Poseidon? What do you do all day? Eat jelly donuts?

I ignored his comment. "Thanks for carrying us, Windstorm."

Windstorm snorted back something that was not very nice at all, then took off, fading into the sky.

"Rude, much." I murmured.

"Don't think much of it." Hazel said offhandedly. "They're all like that."

"Pegasi are possibly the rudest creatures that walk our earth." Piper said. "Well, fly our earth, I should say."

"They didn't use to be like this." Hazel sighed. "They used to quite fun, you know."

"What happened?"

Piper made a face. "Leave it up to Hazel to bring up him again."

Hazel acted like Piper hadn't spoken. "Well, you know the other son of Poseidon, right? The one I was telling you about? Yeah. He was like the Hero of Olympus, killed Kronos and Gaea and all that. And when Per- when he died, the pegasi just kinda went nuts. Started holding a grudge against us. They were mad that he died, instead of one of us."

"But mention one word about him, and the campers will all claw you to death." Piper warned. "Especially the older ones. I was on the verge of clawing you myself."

I couldn't tell whether or not she was joking.

"Guys!" A bleating voice interrupted our conversation. A guy with curly hair ran towards us, panting. The bottom half of his body consisted of goat legs. "You're back!"

"Yeah." Hazel smiled at him. "Almost got skewered by a dracaena in the process, though."

With a little pop, the goat/guy's jaw dropped. I wondered if he had heard anything Hazel said. He looked like he was too busy staring at me. He cocked his head to the side, appraising me with an awed expression. His mouth opened and closed slowly.

"Is-is that..." He trailed off, his stare beginning to make me uncomfortable.

"Grover, meet Chance. The demigod that Jason and Frank said that they saw. We're pretty sure he's a son of Poseidon."

"Oh." Grover exhaled slowly, looking disappointed.

Piper gave a sad little laugh. "Yeah, Grover. I know. That was my reaction too. He looks a lot like him, huh?"

"They could be twins," Grover muttered. "Well," he continued with a sigh. "I'd better take him to the Big House. Chiron will be, uh, shocked to hear that there's another child of Poseidon."

"Right. See ya, Grover."

Hazel and Piper left, leaving me in the company of Grover the goat man. He took me to what I assumed was the 'Big House,' staring at me wistfully the whole way.

"Chiron?" Grover knocked on the door.

"Yes, Grover, come in." A voice called from inside.

We walked in, and in the living room, there was a centaur, a grand white stallion with the upper body of a kind-looking man, with crinkles at the corners of his eyes and a brown beard. Looking somewhat less grand compared to the centaur was a bored-looking man wearing a white toga and a grapevine on his head.

"What the-" A girl stood up, gaping at me. She had been blocked by the centaur, but she was in full view now, her bouncy red curls and paint splattered jeans immediately grabbing my attention. She stalked up to me, her bright green eyes narrowed. I backed up a step. "Are you who I think you are? Because if you are, then I swear to Zeus, I am going to hurt you. For a whole goddamn year, we all thought you were dead, and if you want to know what you did to Annabeth-"

"Uh, Rachel," Grover interrupted in a small voice. "This is, um, Chance. Piper and Hazel found him by the beach. He's, uh, another son of Poseidon."

"Oh." Rachel paused mid-sentence, clearly re-thinking what she was just about to say. "Well, then. Nice to meet you. You probably think I'm crazy now, but that can't be helped." She shook my hand. "Rachel Elizabeth Dare."

"Chance Johnson."

"Gods, he looks so much like him."

Grover sighed. "I know."

"Glad you could join us, Chance." Chiron walked-or should I say trotted?-over to us. "Welcome to Camp Half-blood. You must be pretty bewildered right now."

"Actually..." I looked down, a bit embarrassed. "I know everything. The Greek Gods are real, right? And they have children with mortals, who are then half-bloods, or demigods. This is like a camp for us all, right?"

Chiron blinked. "Uh, yes. And how exactly do you know all this?"

"I don't know." I frowned. "Things just keep coming to me out of nowhere."

Chiron looked at me. "Well, you do seem to be a special case. A little too old to be coming here now...and another child of Poseidon. Zeus isn't going to be too happy about that. And you've lost your memories, you say?"

I nodded.

"That's happened only once before, when Jason came. Maybe something like that is happening again..." Chiron trailed off, looking thoughtful. "Especially after what the draceana said. Kronos and Gaea rising together? The results would be disastrous."

"It could have been lying to us," Grover bleated nervously. "To scare us."

"Let's hope so," Chiron said gravely.

Rachel looked like she was about to say something, but just then, the door to the Big House burst open. A thick, burly girl came inside, a spear strapped to her back. She cracked her knuckles in anticipation.

"So," her voice was a sneer. "I heard we have a new camper."

"Yes." Chiron seemed oblivious to the girl's imposing figure. "Clarisse, meet Chance Johnson. Chance, Clarisse La Rue."

Clarisse turned to look at me, but when her eyes met mine, the grin faltered slightly.

"We are pretty sure Chance is a son of Poseidon, although he still has not yet been claimed. He will have to stay in the Hermes cabin." Chiron continued. "Please make him feel at home here."

"Chiron..." Clarisse's voice was low. "He, uh, he looks just like Pe-"

"We know who he looks like," Rachel snapped. "But he's not, okay? He's just another son of Poseidon."

"Right." Clarisse seemed to pull herself together. The grin slid back on her face, though it looked slightly less enthusiastic than it did before. "And I would be very happy to make him feel at home. In fact, I think I'll play tour guide and show him to his cabin."

"Clarisse." Chiron warned.

"Don't worry, Chiron." Clarisse was already leading me out the door. "I'll make sure he gets a very special welcome."

I followed Clarisse outside, although something told me that I should be making a break for it. She led me to a circle of cabins, each one unique and distinct. I wondered which one was the Hermes Cabin.

Suddenly, Clarisse veered off sharply, heading to the right. With an uneasy feeling, I followed her. We left the cabins behind, and I could see what looked like the showers and bathrooms ahead. A circle of kids were waiting there for me, each one just as muscular as Clarisse. They were all grinning at me, looking like they wanted to eat me for lunch.

"Everybody," Clarisses voice carried to all the kids. "meet Chance Johnson."

The kids whooped.

Clarisse was grinning like crazy. "I'm going to give him a warm welcome from the Ares Cabin!"

The kids hollered and whistled, and Clarisse came forwards, stalking towards me. I took a step back. Then, quick as lightning, her hand came and snatched me up by the collar. I wasn't short for my age, or even scrawny, but Clarisse picked me up like I was as light as a feather.

"Swirlie! Swirlie!" The kids chanted.

"Really?" Clarisse snapped. Her face had gone pale. "Can't you guys be a little more creative?"

"Swirlie! Swirlie!" They continued.

"What, Clarisse? You chicken?" Someone shouted.

Clarisse glared in the general direction of the voice, then looked back at me, teeth gritted. I looked into her angry eyes, and for a second, a memory flared through me.

Shoving me down...struggling...an explosion. Water everywhere. Clarisse is mad. And wet.

My head pounded suddenly, and the memory vaporized. I tried to call it back again, but it was hard to concentrate when you were in the middle of a circle of chanting Ares kids.

"Ugh!" With something of a frustrated growl, Clarisse threw me down to the ground. I landed with a thump, then looked up, surprised.

"Bok bok!" The guy who had called Clarisse chicken did his best imitation.

"Shut up!" Clarisse snarled, her face furious. "It's just too much, okay? He looks too much like him."

The crowd went from rowdy to dead silent in a matter of seconds.

"It-it just feels like deja vu." Clarisse's voice shook uncharacteristically. "Like it's happening all over again. So give me a break, okay? I know it might not have seemed like it, but he was actually-actually my...friend. He was alright, for a punk. And he even helped me retrieve Ares' chariot(The Demigod Files reference for those of you who haven't read it)."

Clarisse looked down at me, her voice hardening. "And you. You'd better be happy. Someone you never even knew saved your neck. This never happened, you understand? Mention one word of this to anyone, and next time, you won't be so lucky."

With that, Clarisse turned on her heel, stalking away. The Ares kids stared at each other uncertainly for a couple of seconds, then slowly drifted away, muttering among themselves.

I remained on the ground for a few moments longer, then stood up slowly, brushing the dirt from my jeans. I looked back at the cabins, but I didn't really feel like heading there and asking everyone for the Hermes cabin, like a loser. With a sigh, I turned and headed back down to the beach. The ocean always calmed me. Must be a child of Poseidon thing.

The beach was deserted, which felt all wrong. Something told me that this beach wasn't supposed to be so empty. But the waves had their usual calming effect, and I walked back and forth along the shoreline. Of course I had to trip, and I got back up, muttering a curse.

I frowned at what I had tripped on. It was a huge piece of beautiful, smooth, half-buried sea stone. There seemed to be engravings on it. I brushed off the sand that I must have kicked onto it, then squinted, trying my best to make out the words, since I was dyslexic.

In Memory Of

Perseus(Percy) Jackson

August 18th, 1994 - August 17th, 2012

Son of Poseidon, Defeater of Kronos and Gaea

and Savior of Olympus.

You will be remembered.

Percy Jackson. He must have been the other son of Poseidon, the one who had died. The one that everybody seemed to be mistaking me for. The name sounded familiar somehow, but my brain refused to let me pull out the memory attached to it. With a sigh, I straightened up. There was a flash of red at the corner of my eye.

It was a single rose. I must have kicked it off the stone. I picked it up, then yelped slightly as it jabbed my finger. The rose was beautiful, with petals the color of blood. Numbers shimmered on one petal. I squinted, leaning in closer to read it. 365. The exact number of days since the death of Percy Jackson. The rose was counting.

I was about to put it back down when I noticed a note, tied to the rose's stem. I unrolled it. It was stained here and there, as if somebody had cried while writing the note, their tears falling onto the paper.

I love you, Percy. I miss my Seaweed Brain.

The note wasn't signed. I flipped it over hopefully, but there was nothing more on the back.

"Hey. You're Chance, right?"

I jumped, dropping the rose. It landed right in the center of the sea stone, blocking half of the word defeater. A boy walked up to me, a single eyebrow raised. He was tall, with hair the color of obsidian and eyes that were as dark as midnight.

"Yeah. I'm Chance."

"Figured." The boy laughed. "I'm West. Son of Nemesis."

"How did you know who I was?"

West shrugged. "Heard about a new camper, then saw you down by the beach. Nobody comes down here anymore. And even if they did, they wouldn't dare to pick up Annabeth's Rose."

The name sent a weird jolt through me. "Annabeth's Rose?"

"It's a long story." He sat down, patting the ground beside him. "Take a seat."

I sat.

"It all began with Percy Jackson." West looked at me. "People say you look just like him."

"Do I?"

West shrugged. "Wouldn't know. Never met him. I came here just a week after he died. It was horrible. People were like the walking dead around here."

"But I thought there was some oath that made the Gods claim their children by twelve?"

"Yeah. There is." West snorted. "You know you have a bad mother when they forget your existence. But hey, what else can you expect from Nemesis?"

I was pretty sure the question was rhetorical.

"Anyway, continuing with the story. He was the son of Poseidon, part of the Great Prophecy and the Prophecy of Seven. Amazing guy, killed many, many monsters. Hero of Olympus and Savior of the World and all that stuff."

"But he died."

"Yeah. During the war with Gaea. He was killed while saving the world and his girlfriend, Annabeth. I met her, actually. Quite a pretty girl. Though she seemed to kind of go crazy after Percy's death. Wouldn't talk to anyone, wouldn't eat, just sat down by the beach all day, staring into the waves. Then one day, she just got up and left. Just like that. No note of goodbye, no farewell, nothing. Just left. Everyone thought, okay, so she'll be back in a week or so, she probably just needs to kill some monsters, blow off some steam. But she never returned. A week turned into two. Then it turned into a month. Chiron sent out search parties, but it's like she just vanished off the face of the planet."

"So she still hasn't been found?" I asked.

"No. We're not really searching anymore. Not since one of our demigods was killed during a search. It's been almost a year now, and we're not even sure if she's alive or dead."

"Well, that's stupid." I felt mad, though I wasn't quite sure why. "Her boyfriend sacrificed himself to save her, then she just goes and throws her life away?"

"She might not be dead."

"Nobody really believes that she's dead." A girl was suddenly there beside us. She had short, golden-blonde hair and blue eyes that shimmered slightly when she spoke. "I've been looking for you everywhere, West."

"Sorry, Dee. I was just talking to Chance. He's new."

"Oh! Nice to meet you." Dee smiled a hundred-watt smile. "Why don't you introduce us, West?"

"Right." West gestured at me. "Dee, this is Chance. Unclaimed. But almost certainly a son of Poseidon. Chance, meet Dee. Daughter of Apollo. We lived on the streets together before we came to Camp Half-Blood. She was claimed when she was twelve, but at the time, we didn't really know what the weird glowing thing above her head was. And we ran from the weird guy in the golden chariot who wouldn't stop making haiku's..."

Dee laughed. "Dad wasn't too happy about that."

West frowned. He seemed to be looking above Dee's head. "Um, why's Grover running towards us?"

I turned, and sure enough, Grover was clomping down the beach, panting as he ran. "Chance!"

"Yeah?" I waited for Grover to reach us, his face red. He took a second to catch his breath.

"SorryI'mreallytiredran-"

"Whoa, whoa. Slow down."

Grover took a deep breath. "Sorry...I'm...really...tired...ran...all...the way...here...from...the Big House."

"What's wrong, Grover?" Dee looked worried.

"Rachel just...announced... a prophecy."

"A prophecy?" West's eyes went wide.

"Yes. A...prophecy. For Chance."


Dun Dun Dun...Cliffhanger!

I'm sorry, I seem to have a bad habit of ending on cliffhangers.

I really didn't want to do this to you, but this chapter was getting long, and this just seemed like a good spot to end it.

I'm pretty much done the next chapter, though! If you REVIEW, I'll post it tomorrow! ;)

~BurningAngel