Epilogue

A/N: I know I said this is on hiatus… but I got bored… And wanted to changed from writing My Friend and Bad Luck for a while… Same for 100 rules… So I wrote this! (Not as long as Sugar's contribution, but, it's okay. Lengthwise, at least.)

Lord Mouldyshorts- sorry, Lord VOLDEMORT/ He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named/ U-No-Poo/You-know-who/the Dark Lord was plotting. His first attempt to defeat the Americans had failed. His Death Eaters, and in fact, himself had run from the American wizards in fear when the most feared wizard ever in Britain had been mocked like he was nothing.

The Dark Lord had decided to leave that area alone until he had conquered most of the rest of America. His attack would be redirected to the San Francisco Bay, in California. (I know, you want the EXACT address of Camp Jupiter… But I looked on Camp Half-Blood Wiki and all it said for the location was San Fran Bay, so…) On July 13, he made his move. He and his followers apparated right into a bunch of hills. Voldy hissed "What is this?" for splayed out in front of them was…

Camp Jupiter! (I'm too lazy to actually describe camp. Read the SON( Son of Neptune(anyone else notice how the initials for the son of Neptune spell SON?)))

Dakota's POV(BOO! Betya ya didn't see this coming.)

Where did that other flask of Kool-Aid go? Ah! There it: INVADERS! I need to ring the bell IMMEDIATELY! Dakota thought, as he noticed Lord Mol-Voldemort and his followers storm down to attack Camp Jupiter. He rang the bell, and immediately Romans streamed out of the barracks. Dakota started to step down, when blasts of light shot at him. One caught him in the podex, and he became the first casualty.

Percy's POV

I was kissing my Wise Girl underwater, when I heard the bell. Invaders? Seriously? Not cool dudes, Camp Half-Blood got attacked by a bunch of weirdos a couple of days ago, and Chiron is making us search for them. I only managed to catch one, and he committed suicide with a stick in his hand. Don't ask me how, not even Chiron knew how he did it, but we think it has to do with the stick. So I took Wise Girl above water WITHOUT drying her off.

"Percy! Dry me off right NOW." She demanded, but I think I was too busy laughing my guts out. At least, until she punched me in the face. "But Annie! That HURT." I whined at her, but she gave me one of her "Don't you dare EVER call me Annie, and it was supposed to hurt, so dry me off NOW" looks. "Fine, fine, fine, Wise Girl." I muttered. Then I turned around and saw the enemy for the first (actually, second) time.

It was those weirdo invaders again! They must be some kind of Demigod attackers.

"Frank! Hazel! Jason!" I yelled while running up to the barracks. The three of them ran into me, and I briefly told them about the (failed) attack on us. Then I told them my plan. (I know, you're thinking that "But Percy the Seaweed Brain NEVER has a plan." First, only Annabeth gets to call me Seaweed Brain. Second, it happened before! Like that time…. Uh…. Um… Ok, fine.)

The Plan:

Dress up in Camp Half-Blood shirts.

Make them believe it's the same guys they couldn't beat before.

They run away!

I go back to kissing Annabeth (Not revealed to anyone else.)

Jason's POV

The Romans had gone back into the barracks. The attackers were almost on them by now. Jason was getting ready to fight. "Now." Percy said, and the Romans swarmed out.

Voldyshort's POV

"My Lord! It's the same muggles as from before!" Bellatrix whispered to me. No! It cannot be!

"Wassup, MOULDYSHORTS!" Someone yelled, and they started laughing.

"Hey, No-Nose Dude!" Some of them started collapsing.

"RETREAT!" I yelled, and we fled.

A/N: And the morale of the story? Never face Percy when he actually has a plan.

R&R guys. And to quote SharkAttack719 (Great author!) If you don't like it, you should have quit reading halfway through. That means, if you're here, you like it. IF you don't, what the heck are you doin' reading this author's note?