"So hang on: You're saying you ARE the light?" Rachel asked incredulously. They were all 4 packed into the SUV, Micah and Percy in the far back seat, and the 2 girls in the front. Micah shrugged genuinely.

"What I'm saying is that Olympus hasn't left me in peace for the past 14 years. And you come to me, looking for a light? And my last name happens to be a homonym?"

"Very unlikely, seeing as though the ring also led us right to him. And your name isn't a homonym; technically it's a heterograph " Annabeth commented.

"Thank you, oh great and wise one." Micah said sarcastically, Percy trying desperately not to laugh. She looked back at Micha, trying to figure out why she felt like she had seen or met him before. He didn't seem to notice as he looked out the window of the SUV. He pulled the sword out of the sheath a little bit, examining the blade. There was an inlaid hole in the middle of the guard. He stuck his ring finger into it, and in a flash of purple light, it became a ring on his finger. He looked up and smiled.

"That's actually really cool." he commented, now examining the ring.

"Reminds me of how your blade works, PJ." Percy nodded, then pulled out his ball-point pen.

"It's called Aνακλυσμός."

"Riptide." Micah translated. "Neat." Percy smiled and nodded.

"Hey, what's this ones name?" He asked. Percy shrugged.

"Guess you get to name it."

"Hang on." Rachel said as she reached over impulsively and touched the ring on his hand. She closed her eyes and focused

"It has a name." She said, her eyes still locked shut.

"And you know this because…" Micah asked.

"Long story short, I'm the new Oracle of Delphi. Sometimes I can see things if I try hard enough." She informed, then went back to focusing.

"Δήμιος" Rachel finally said after a few seconds. Annabeth's eyebrow raised in surprise.

"Executioner. Wow. What a name for a sword." she commented. They all sat in silence for a few moments before Percy spoke up.

"So, Micah, tell us a little about yourself" He suggested. Micah didn't seem too thrilled about that idea, slumping in his seat a bit.

"Not much to tell. What do you want to know?" he asked unenthusiastically

"How old are you?"

"19."

"Where's your family?" Annabeth asked. "Won't they be worried about you?"

Micah began twisting the ring on his finger, shrugging nonchalauntly.

"Not really; I don't really have one." he stated unconcernedly. Both girls turned around and looked at him shocked.

"I've been on the run since I was 5. My mom died around that time. Ex-military. She was the extremely stern and unmoving type; She taught me martial arts, and how to defend myself. She was a Seal, so she knew how to fight.." he paused, looking up at them, not a sign of care or concern on his face, but his eyes revealing the pain he hid so well.

"One day, she goes to work, I go to school; It seemed to be another normal day. Only when I get home, the house is locked. Mom's not home. The back window was always unlocked, so I climbed in, figuring Mom was just working late. She never came back. Gone." He explained. Annabeth looked more than a bit confused.

"But, how did you survive? I mean, where did you live?" She asked, Micah shrugging again.

"Where didn't I live? Every state in the US at least for one night; Mexico, Peru, India, China, France… I've been just about everywhere." He admitted.

"How did you afford it?" She asked, Micah smirked deviously, holding up Percy's wallet once again.

"My skills come in handy in more ways than one." He explained, Percy yanking his wallet out of Micah's hands and stuffing it back into his pocket. Annabeth's eyes grew a bit larger when she saw Micah's abilities up close.

"So, you're fast?" She asked, Micah actually laughing.

"I think that 'fast' is a bit of an understatement, but yeah; I'm fast." He admitted. Annabeth wasn't done quite yet, turning around in her seat a bit more.

"How fast?" She asked, Micah scoffing.

"What, you think I wear an odometer or something? I don't know exactly how fast, but most certainly faster than you think." He confirmed. Annabeth looked over at the car's odometer; they were going 70 miles per hour, down the highway.

"You think that you could keep up with this car?" She asked, Micah laughing again.

"Could I keep up with this car?" He asked, as though insulted she would even suggest he could be slower.

"Hun, I could make it to that toll booth and back before you could bat an eye."

"Oh, really?" She asked, challenge evident in her voice. Micah glared at her, confidently opening the SUV's door. Wind whipped in as Micah stepped outside. The minute his feet touched the pavement, he was gone, a flash of purple and blue light that zoomed over to the toll booth and back so quickly that it looked as though it could have been an illusion. Micah stepped back into the car, closing the door with a smug look on his face.

"Really." He concluded, settling back into his seat. No one said much of anything for a while, until Percy looked over to Micah, a confused look on his face.

"Why did you agree to come to help us? You don't even really know who we are?" Percy asked.

"When I saw you charge out of that diner, and fight off those monsters to protect the mortals, I knew that your heart was in the right place; you fight to protect those who can't protect themselves, and I respect that." Micah explained, lifting up his shirt and revealing a white, circular scar underneath his ribs.

"Got this when I saved these two girls who were running from a Manticore a long time ago." He explained, Percy's eyes growing wide. Micah pulled back down his shirt, leaning back in his seat.

"Plus, I could tell you guys were in desperate need of some help. So I thought I'd tag along, see this 'Camp Half-Blood' for myself. I mean, it's not like I can't just leave if I don't like the place anyways." Micah finished, staring out the window. The van was on its last legs, having taken in some major damage from their previous battle. When they finally pulled up to Camp, they saw Chiron trotting down the hill to the van as they pulled to a stop.

"I am so glad to see you all back so soon." Chiron sighed in relief, seeming to just notice their extra passenger, raising a curious eyebrow at the sight.

"I take it you must be the one who has the Light?" Chiron asked, Micah laughing softly to himself once more.

"Chiron, he doesn't have the Light… we believe he is the Light." Annabeth explained, Chiron looking shocked. Micah stepped forwards sticking out his hand.

"Micah Lyte. You must be the Camp leader?" He asked, Chiron nodding.

"Indeed I am; welcome to Camp-Half Blood. I take it from your lack of reaction to my appearance that you are a demigod?" Chiron asked, Micah simply nodding.

"Well, Micah; there is only one way to know for sure whether or not you are the Light." Chiron explained, looking up to the sky.

"Oh great Lord Zeus! If this is the one who we were to find, please give us a sign!" Chiron cried. For a moment, nothing happened, until suddenly lightning struck a nearby tree, setting it ablaze for a brief moment before fizzling out. Percy turned to Micah, a half smile plastered onto his face.

" Looks like you'll be staying with us for a while."