"Alright the teams are set," Chiron called out. "Blue team consists of Cabins Six, Four, Eleven, Twelve, Fourteen, Sixteen, Seventeen and the newly built Twenty-Three or simply the sole child of Eris we have here. Blue Team is Captained by the Athena Cabin," Annabeth raised the grey standard with the owl and olive tree. "Red team consists of Cabins Five, Seven, Nine, Ten, Fifteen, Twenty, and the new Cabins Twenty-One and Twenty-Two."

"The children of Phobos and Deimos," James whispered to Corey as they stood side by side in the ranks of the blue team. "Be very careful around them they have a tendency to bring out people's greatest fears."

"We seem a little outnumbered," Corey whispered back.

"We'll be fine as long as you read that book Annabeth gave you," he replied and Corey gave a sign that he had.

"Red Team is led by the Hephaestus Cabin," Jake Mason raised his flag that was a fiery red color and had the image of a black hammer and anvil upon it, when they had been recognized by Chiron.

"You all know the rules. No killing or maiming, all items are allowed," to which Dionysus eyed Corey as he spoke, "even your choice of paperback or hard cover." A few of the demi-gods on the red team snickered. "Very well have at it," Dionysus said as he walked towards the satyrs and nymphs watching the contests.

Annabeth led Corey towards the edge of the boundary, "You ready."

"I guess I read the book you gave me on stealth techniques. So I should be able to get their flag fairly quick, but just in case I also skimmed through a few pages on tracking just to know where their guards are."

"Good, now get going," she said as she ran off in the direction of their own flag.

Corey quietly made his way across the creek and into the eastern side of the woods. He slipped by several campers from the Ares and Hephaestus cabins as he heard fighting break out towards the other side of the forest. Most of the team went to help in the fighting but the sons of Phobos and Deimos remained behind looking for him since they knew the attack was a diversion.

"Did you hear something?" the Phobos camper asked.

"A racing heartbeat, someone's nearby and it sounds like they're in a bit a panic," Deimos' son replied.

Corey tried to control his breathing as the two neared his position. His head began to wander as all that he had recently learned seemed to slip out of reach. His fear of not remembering took over as quickly as the other campers approached him. "Relax, it won't leave you," a voice whispered in his head. "Don't fear the loss of the memories. They never truly disappear."

He slowly withdrew his sword as he began to reclaim his knowledge on swordsmanship. He quickly leapt out from his position and quickly disarmed the Phobos camper. The Deimos camper held his ground longer but was soon disarmed as Corey headed back into the trees to regain his cover. He looked back once he had stopped for a breath and noticed the two seemed disoriented causing a little smile to pass over his face.

He found the flag, but discovered four archers from the Apollo Cabin guarded it. Corey looked around for any vantage points but the flag was well guarded with one positioned on each side and in view of at least two of the others. He had to be quick and quiet, but the book did not exactly explain a scenario like this. He hunched down behind a bush near the northernmost guard and picked up a small rock from the ground.

He tossed the rock a few feet away causing a branch to crack and the Apollo camper to fire a shot off in that direction. He took his chance and tackled the archer to the ground before he could string a second arrow. "Stay down and don't make a sound," he ordered and received a half-hearted sigh of acknowledgement from the other camper. Corey slowly crawled over the red flag and was just about to grab the pole as an arrow whizzed past his hand.

"Step back," the western guard ordered, "you're ours." Corey looked to his left and saw the eastern guard holding him at arrow point.

"Not yet," he chuckled, grabbed the flag, and ran off to the north nearly being hit by the western archer's arrow. He ran off but heard the alarm sound as several campers made their way towards him.

"I should have read something on running," Corey said to himself as he began to tire out trying to make it to the creek before he was surrounded. "But then I've never been much of an athlete," he saw the creek up ahead blocked by the Phobos and Deimos campers he had knocked out earlier. "I should have had some backup to watch those two," he thought as he headed towards them. The battle he had heard before erupted around him and the two other campers as he drew his sword to fight them.

"Corey get across," he heard Annabeth shout as she and James stepped in and fought off the red team members blocking his path. He ran across the creek narrowly dodging a sword strike. The banner he carried turned violet and the image of a silver scroll appeared.

"Give me that," Dionysus ordered as he and Chiron approached. "Whose symbol is a scroll?" he asked turning towards Chiron.

"As far as I know Clio, the Muse of History, is the only immortal that uses that symbol." He replied shocked by the image on the banner, "but that can't be his father is the divine parent and no male immortals I know of use the scroll as a symbol for their power."

A hush fell over the crowd of demi-gods, nymphs, and satyrs. "Perry come forward," Dionysus' eyes began to burn with a purple fire. "Answer this question very carefully. What kind of power did you sense emanating from him when you found him?"

"He … uh felt like Percy, Thalia, and Nico. He smelt like a child of the Big Three." The crowd mumbled to each other.

"Very well," Dionysus stated. "Chiron bring him and this," he handed the flag to the centaur, "to Olympus." He vanished in a purple flash.

"Come my boy," Chiron said placing a hand on Corey's shoulder, "it's time to sort out this mess." The gathered audience watched as Corey was led away by the Centaur.