AND ANOTHER CHAPTER! I'm on a roll! Enjoy....this was a fun chapter to write...you may be able to tell I rushed the Chiron bits. And switched views. My bad.

Chiron's POV.

The dining hall was almost deafening. I can't believe how much noise kids could make. Even harpies are quieter.

And thats saying something.

Well, I suppose they have a reason to be loud. It's capture the flag day again, followed by campfire.

A twinge of pain swept up my spine. I shivered.

Persues Jackson.

I still felt it was unfair what happened to him…But I wasn't going to stop it. Not with Dionysus running the camp.

I still can't believe it's been 6 years…I wonder if he's still alive…? It's hard to tell. What with the lake being pitch black.

I tried talking to him a few days after his banishment…but he wouldn't talk. He didn't even come out of the water…he must be, what, twenty now?

Anabeth and Grover have just come back from another quest. With Percy gone, they are the best in the camp. They've been on at least 7 quests….but Luke is still out there. And Kronos is getting stronger.

I sighed. So much pain….

There's still been no word from Poseidon. He's disappeared like his son.

Well….I guess it's time to start the games.

3 hours later.

The red team won. The games took place away from the lake and river, as usual. Nobody trusts Percy completely.

He changed in those few minutes.

He seemed darker. And more powerful than ever.

Nobody talks about him anymore though. Most of the new campers think he's a myth.

I shook my head.

Campfire time…smores always make me feel better.

My step was a bit higher as I walked toward the ring of singing campers.

3rd persons POV.

The campers were calling out across the fire, roasting marshmallows and meat.

One camper suddenly decides it's time thing got more organised.

"GHOST STORIES!"

The campers cheer or groan, the majority vote being for yes,

Mr D looks like he's being burnt alive.

"Well Kiddies…I'm retiring for the night…have fun…" He mutters as he strolls away, Chiron following behind him.

After half an hour or so of spooky stories people decide that the next story should be the Legend of Perseus Jackson, the sea traitor.

A younger camper, daughter of Apollo, starts off. The older campers look uncomfortable.

"The Legend goes that years ago there was a camper called Perseus Jackson."
While he spoke the other campers made sound effects.

"His hair was as black as night and eyes that glowed like a ghosts. He was the son of the traitor, Poseidon. After his father was discovered the camp tried to help Persueus, support him. But he turned away."

"One day, a day just like today, he showed his true colours." Another camper continued, a son of Apollo. "Perseus Jackson had been spying on the camp for his father. He tried to kill many campers during a game of capture the flag but was eventually found out. Cornered by the campers he ran, like a coward and hid in the lake. Since he started hiding in the lake, it turned black, just like his heart…they say he still lives there, waiting for campers to wander to close to the water…then SNAP!"

There was silence in the camp as they reflected on the horrors the tale brought to life.

Then, out of nowhere, someone started clapping.

"Bravo, bravo." A voice called out, cutting through the silence.

Slowly, heads turned in the direction of the speaker.

One by one the older campers stiffened.

A young man walked out of the darkness and into the firelight, a smirk on his face.

Gasps came from some of the younger girls.

Whoever he was he was handsome.

The younger campers looked around in confusion.

Then a whisper came from Annabeth, daughter of Athena.

"Percy."

With a grin the dark haired man answered. "Hello, Annabeth."