Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson that would be Rick Riordan

So everyone I had meet since waking up with amnesia in a crowded classroom had tried to kill me and I knew this wouldn't be the exception.

The she-wolf was a few feet taller than me, her coat colored chocolaty red and her presence irradiated an aura like the one irradiated by the hunters of Artemis. She had an immortal look and ice cold eyes that showed she was the Alpha wolf, leader of the wolf pack.

"That's Lupa" Hera spoke in my mind "Wait for her to make the first move."

"You're starting to get really annoying" I thought, but Hera went silent

Lupa approached me cautiously, like a predator would approach its prey. I didn't lower my sword, not really trusting her and she noticed. Her eyes twitched and immediately a dozen campers appeared on the walls, with bows at the ready, all pointing at me.

She moved her face toward Bobby and Reyna, licked her lips a few times and let go a loud howl. After that Bobby and Reyna escorted me through the camp, Bobby looking a little sad at this turn of events and Reyna smiling wildly, like she was having a great time. My eyes were blindfolded and everything went black.

When I asked what was going on Bobby told me not to worry too much, but the way he said it didn't exactly reassure me.

"What's going on?" I asked while they were blindfolding me.

"Don't worry, they are only going to test you" Said Bobby while he stood there fidgeting with his fingers in anxiety. I knew at that moment this wasn't going to end well. I considered tackling Reyna who was blindfolding me and uncapping riptide, my hands were free and I hadn't been disarmed but I knew that the moment I made my move a dozen arrows would find their mark.

If I had knew how badly things would turn out I would have taken my chances then and there, at least I would have died fighting and not igniting a war between two cultures.

Blindfolded, I was lead to an area somewhere in the middle of the camp, where I heard the chorus of three dozen campers screaming in delight. The blindfold was pulled back and I noticed my surroundings for the first time.

I was standing in the middle of an arena inside a colosseum. Four locked gates led out of the fighting arena and into the seating rows, were delighted campers sat cheering me on. The floor of the arena was covered with sand and Latin words, scenes of Roman soldiers fighting against insurmountable odds and the Roman phrase Senatus Populusque Romanus.

A few moments passed while I looked at my surroundings then a piercing long howl made all of the campers stop talking and stand into attention. The howl came from Lupa who now sat on top of a cushion in a place of honor at the sitting row.

Lupa looked at the first kid standing on her immediate right. On cue the kid stood up and I recognized him as the kid that burst into the classroom ridding a hellhound. As far as I could recall I remembered Bobby saying his name was Gwendolyn. He was still wearing his black full armor suit but he had removed his veil exposing his face. He had a few scars like Bobby but his were more recent, no more than a few months old.

Gwendolyn extended his hands and talked in a deep voice. Now I don't scare easily but with every word he pronounced I started feeling scared of him, the way he had stared at me when we first met was nothing compared to this.

"Welcome demigod" Gwendolyn noticed the effect this few words had had on me and grinned "As you already know, you are a son of the Roman Gods."

If anyone else had told me this I would have probably laughed at them, but when Gwendolyn said them the only thing I could think of was to run away screaming.

"They're testing your courage, don't let them intimidate you"

Hearing Hera's voice somehow snapped me from Gwendolyn's spell and I knew exactly what to do. I uncapped riptide and stared at Gwendolyn. As soon as he noticed his spell breaking an annoyed look appeared in his face. He was clearly not pleased with this turn of events.

Meanwhile Lupa looked quite pleased at the way things were unfolding and sat more comfortably in her cushion, expectantly, waiting for one of us to make a move.

Gwendolyn uncapped his sword, a black three foot long sword that seemed to absorb the light around it giving it an aspect as dark as my deepest fears.

"Stygian iron" I murmured, not knowing how I knew, just knowing that it was bad news.

"I challenge you, half-blood, to a duel for the right to be respected" Gwendolyn shouted at me while he jumped from the sitting row, a 5 meter drop that should have broken his ankles but when he landed he was perfectly fine.

All the campers in the sitting rows started cheering and screaming their heads off, like they had had too much sugar and were entering frenzy mode.

Meanwhile I just looked in shock at the way the shadows seemed to camouflage him from me, the confident smile on his face, the way his body glided effortlessly through the sand and the 3 foot long stygian iron sword that told me this was going to get ugly.

One of us wasn't going to exit this arena alive and I knew the odds were against me.