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Chapter Four: Watching and Waiting

Due to her brief Iris-message to her father and much longer one to Hades, Chrysa completely missed the incident involving Clarisse, Annabeth, Percy, and toilet water. She still did not know entirely what happened, but she entirely planned to corner Annabeth later in order to speak with her.

She had moved to the sword-fighting arena and was training with some enchanted dummies when the conch shell sounded, summoning everyone to dinner.

With a quick movement of her daggers, she slit one dummy's throat before throwing the same dagger into the eye of another. With her other dagger, she gutted the third. A wave of her wand cleaned up the mess she had left, and she made her way to the dining pavilion for dinner.

As she took her seat to Dionysus' left at the head table, she noted that Percy Jackson was shoved in at Cabin Eleven's table, almost falling off of the bench. As always, the tables belonging to Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, and Artemis were empty.

Once everyone was settled, Chiron pounded his hoof against the marble floor of the pavilion, causing everyone to fall silent. He raised his glass and called out, "To the gods!"

Everyone else, including Chrysa and Dionysus, raised their glasses as well. "To the gods!" they echoed.

The traditional toast done, the wood nymphs came forward bearing platters of food: grapes, apples, strawberries, cheese, fresh bread, barbecue – all typical Camp Half-Blood fare.

Chrysa filled a plate with food and made her way to the brazier. She offered an apple, several strawberries, a piece of bread, and some cheese to Hestia before sacrificing some of her brisket in for Hades. She made her way back to her seat and promptly engaged Chiron in a lively debate about swords vs. knives (with random input from Dionysus) that occupied them for the rest of the meal.

Once everyone was done, Chiron pounded his hoof again to gain everyone's attention.

Dionysus stood with a huge sigh.

"Yes, I suppose I'd better say hello to all you brats. Well, hello. Our activities director, Chiron, says that the next capture-the-flag is Friday. Cabin five presently holds the laurels."

The campers from Ares cabin began to cheer.

"Personally," Dionysus continued, "I couldn't care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you that we have a new camper today. Peter Johnson."

"Percy Jackson," Chiron murmured.

"Er, Percy Jackson," Dionysus corrected. "That's right. Hurrah and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on."

Everyone cheered and began to head down to the amphitheater for the nightly sing-along. Chrysa hurried and managed to end up next to Annabeth.

"So, what's this I hear about toilet water?" she asked pleasantly, taking a seat beside the blonde.

Annabeth shrugged.

"I was showing Percy around the camp a bit more. Clarisse interrupted with some of her siblings and decided to 'initiate' Percy. She took him to the girls' toilets and was going to shove his head in the toilet. Then all the pipes just – exploded."

"Oh really?" Chrysa questioned idly. "That must have been a sight. Have the bathrooms been fixed?"

Annabeth sighed.

"Not the last time I checked, and that was slightly before dinner."

Chrysa wrinkled her nose.

"Well, I can't not shower tonight. I guess I'll nip home for a bit. If Chiron's looking for me and can't find me, that's where I am, but I won't be gone long."

"Is that safe?" Annabeth asked, worried.

Chrysa laughed.

"Don't worry, Annabeth. My being here is just a precaution. Poseidon is my great-grandfather on my mother's side, so we don't think anything will actually happen to me. Me staying here is to keep me out of the way more than anything."

They had no more time to speak, as Apollo Cabin began a rousing rendition of 'This Land is Minos' Land'.

The next two days, she spent her time alternating between watching Percy Jackson and helping out in the sword-fighting arena. On Thursday afternoon, Luke asked her to help with Cabin Eleven. While he was probably Camp's best swordfighter, twenty people was a little much for him to manage on his own. Especially with a true newbie there.

Everyone gathered in the big circular arena.

"Alright, everyone, I've asked Chrysa if she'd be willing to help out with this lesson. I'm sure you've all heard that she's been helping out the cabins who aren't that great at sword-fighting. I may be good with a sword, but so is she, and if we let her have her knives, she could take me out easily. If she went all out – well, I don't think I'd last a minute."

"Aw, don't be so hard on yourself, Luke," Chrysa teased, a smile on her face. "I'd give you at least ninety seconds."

The campers from Hermes cabin joined their laughter.

"Okay, to start off, I'd like everyone to go practice basic stabbing and slashing with the dummies. I'm going to try to get Percy set up with a blade. Chrysa's going to make sure none of you kill yourselves."

Chrysa moved with the rest of the campers to the side of the arena, where the straw-stuffed dummies in Greek armor were. She kept one eye on Percy and Luke as they tried to find a proper sword for Percy. Eventually, they seemed to give up and Luke quickly showed Percy the best stabbing and slashing maneuvers.

"Alright, everyone! We're going to move on to dueling in pairs. I'll be partnering with Percy, since it's his first time. Again, Chrysa is going to be supervising, so don't be afraid to go to her with any problems."

"I promise I don't bite," Chrysa promised.

She heard one of the older campers tell Percy, "Good luck. Luke's the best swordsman in the last three hundred years."

"Maybe he'll go easy on me," Percy replied.

The camper snorted. Chrysa barely avoided it. She and Luke were both firm believers in teaching by bruising.

It was entertaining to watch Luke teach Percy. It was the same way she had been taught. It was probably harsher than the way Luke had first been taught. After all, he had learned to fight while facing monsters, no aid in sight except for Thalia. Leuke had at least known that no one was going to attempt to kill her. That was her job, after all.

Finally, she decided to call for a break to give Percy a break. Everyone swarmed the drinks cooler. Both Luke and Percy chose to poor ice water over their heads.

"Okay, everybody circle up!" Luke ordered. "If Percy doesn't mind, I want to give you a little demo."

It was obvious that Percy did mind, but he wasn't going to complain.

All the members of Hermes cabin circled around the pair. Chrysa chose to hang further back, seeing no need to get close to the sweaty people and their stench if she didn't have to.

"I'm going to demonstrate a disarming technique," Luke announced. "How to twist the enemy's blade with the flat of your own sword so that he has no choice but to drop his weapon. This is difficult," he emphasized. "I've had it used against me. Chrysa actually taught me this move by using it against me. Repeatedly."

Everyone laughed.

"No laughing at Percy, now," Luke ordered. "Most swordsmen have to work years to master this technique."

Luke demonstrated the move on Percy in slow motion. He easily knocked Percy's sword out of his hand.

"Now in real time," he said, gesturing for Percy to pick up his sword. "We keep sparring until one of us pulls it off. Ready, Percy?"

The boy nodded, and Luke charged.

Percy blocked. He countered Luke's attack, then tried a thrust of his own.

Chrysa saw the look in Luke's eyes when he realized that something had clicked for Percy, and he increased his attacks.

Percy hit his blade against the base of Luke's and twisted, putting his weight into a downward thrust.

Luke's sword clattered to the ground. Percy's sword was an inch from his undefended chest.

Everyone was silent. Chrysa could tell that her own eyes were wide.

Percy lowered his sword and shifted slightly on his feet.

"Um, sorry," he said.

For a moment, Luke was too stunned to speak.

"Sorry?" he said, grinning. "By the gods, Percy, why are you sorry? Show me that again!"

From the look on his face, Percy didn't think he could, but he got into the ready position anyway. Luke knocked his blade out of his hand in less than a second.

Everyone stared in silence. Finally one of the Hermes campers suggested, "Beginner's luck?"

Luke wiped the sweat off his brow as he stared at Percy.

"Maybe," he said. "But I wonder what Percy could do with a balanced sword…"

"We'll have to find out, won't we?" Chrysa said, moving forward. The circle of campers parted before her, allowing her to step into the center with Luke. "But I think that it's time for another lesson, isn't it Luke. Another lesson…and another demonstration."

Luke sent her a cocky grin, and gestured for Percy to leave the circle.

Chrysa turned to address the group of campers, though she kept one eye on Luke. "Normally, we teach you how to fight monsters, or how to fight duels. While all this is well and good, there may come a time where you need to fight for your life. Yes, you fight for your life while fighting monsters, but for the most part, monsters are easy for demigods and can be fought with very little training. Take Mr. Jackson's entrance to Camp for example. He did not even know he was a demigod, but he was able to kill Pasiphaë's son. The same holds true for a large number of monsters. However, dueling a fellow demigod – or even a nymph or other minor immortal – without restraint is a different matter."

"It's not like a friendly or even not-so-friendly fight in the arena," Luke said. "We're talking about fighting for your life."

"In that case, you can't let something like honor slow you down," Chrysa chided. "Winning is more about outwitting your enemy as it is being the better fighter. You must be utterly ruthless in your movements, and if you see an opening, you take it. But don't be overhasty. Sun Tzu said, 'He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight.' I like to think of it as 'He will win who knows when to strike and when not to strike.' Ready, Luke?"

The blonde saluted her with his sword.

"At your word, my…"

Before he could finish his statement, Chrysa leapt at him, her sword aimed for his throat.

Luke managed to bring his blade into a position to block her in time, but the force behind her blow knocked him off his balance slightly. Chrysa took advantage of that, and continued with the harsh strikes of the sword while pulling a dagger from its sheath at the small of her back with her left hand. She kept her hand behind her back so Luke did not see it.

They continued trading blows, and Chrysa made sure to keep Luke on the defensive.

Finally, the opening she was waiting for occurred. Their blades locked together, putting them only a few feet away from each other.

Chrysa's other hand flew from behind her back to press her dagger against Luke's throat.

"Do you yield?" she asked.

Luke made as to move away, but Chrysa pressed the sharp edge of the dagger further into Luke's throat, drawing a thin trickle of blood.

"Fine! I yield!" Luke exclaimed.

"Properly," Chrysa insisted.

Luke sighed.

"I, Luke – I don't use my last name, are you sure I have to do this?"

Chrysa raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes. Would you prefer I make it so no one else can hear us?"

"Yes."

Chrysa flicked a finger on the hand holding the sword, and felt the charm go up.

"It's up," she stated.

Luke sighed again.

"I, Luke Castellan, son of Hermes, do formally submit myself to Chrysa Potter, daughter of Zeus, as the champion of this duel."

"I, Chrysa Potter, accept your submission," Chrysa said, before stepping back from Luke and dropping the silencing charm.

Both sheathed their weapons before turning to face their students.

"Now, what did I do differently from a traditional duel?" she asked.

One of Stoll brothers – Chrysa thought it was Travis – said, "You didn't have rules. You drew a dagger on Luke even though it was a sword fight."

"You also didn't use either of the daggers that Luke could see," the other Stoll brother offered. "You used one that was hidden, so he didn't know it was coming."

"Correct, both of you," Luke said with a nod as he wiped the sweat off his brow with the corner of his t-shirt. "Chrysa did not hold to any rules of a duel, except that she did not go instantly for the kill. She could easily killed me – or at least seriously injured – with that dagger several times before she actually brought it out."

The lesson was over shortly after that, with Luke and Chrysa sending everyone back to their cabin to shower before dinner.

That was the most excitement Chrysa had before the Capture-the-Flag game. There wasn't usually a game during the winter when she was there, as there were too few campers, but she couldn't play this time since she was keeping an eye on Percy Jackson. Still, she was excited for the game.

When all the plates were cleared away at the end of Friday's dinner, the conch horn sounded and everyone stood from their seats at the tables – with the exception of Dionysus, who simply looked bored with the entire thing.

Campers yelled and cheered as Annabeth and two of her siblings ran into the pavilion carrying a silk banner. It was about ten feet long, glistening gray, with a painting of a barn owl above an olive tree. Chrysa made sure to keep her applause subtle. Since she was helping referee, she didn't want to be accused of favoritism.

From the other side of the pavilion, Clarisse and two of her siblings ran in with another banner, of identical size, but gaudy red, painted with a bloody spear and a boar's head.

Chiron hammered his hoof on the marble.

"Heroes!" he announced. "You know the rules. The creek is the boundary line. The entire forest is fair game. All magic items are allowed. The banner must be prominently displayed, and have no more than two guards. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged. No killing or maiming is allowed. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. Chrysa Potter is my second set of eyes. Arm yourselves!"

He spread his hands, and the tables were suddenly covered with equipment: helmets, bronze swords, spears, oxhide shields coated in metal. Everyone on Athena's side – Athena, Apollo, and Hermes cabins – had helmets with blue horsehair plumes on top. Ares and their allies – Dionysus, Demeter, Aphrodite, and Hephaestus – had red plumes.

Chrysa flicked her wrist, and minimalistic armor formed around her. It was not her preferred set of shadow armor: the armor had been Leuke's, originally, and Hades had kept it since then. That armor was made of Stygian iron. This armor was simply hardened leather, though it was hand-stitched with golden thread in scenes of her adventures. It consisted of a breastplate-backplate, pauldrons, greaves, bracers, and a matching belt for her dagger sheaths to attach to. She was already heavily armed with daggers, though she also attached her sword to the belt. Unlike the rest of the campers, she did not where a helmet, though she did have a black cape that fell to her knees.

She watched as the campers kitted themselves. Due to their lack of magic, it took them quite a bit longer than it took her.

Finally, Annabeth yelled, "Blue team, forward!"

The team cheered and shook their swords as they marched off to the south woods. The red team yelled taunts at them as they headed towards the north.

Chrysa turned to Chiron.

"Where do you want me?"

"You can fly, correct?" the centaur asked.

Chrysa nodded.

"How long can you sustain it?"

"I've never flown for more than half an hour before, but I didn't feel tired when I stopped. I can probably hold it at least an hour. And if I do get tired, I can always summon my broom and fly on that. I assume you want me flying over the woods, keeping an eye on things?"

Chiron nodded.

"Do you mind if I make an announcement not to shoot me?"

Chiron chuckled.

"Go ahead."

Chrysa flicked her wrist so that her wand was in hand. She tapped it to her throat, saying, "Sonorus."

She took a deep breath and called, "Attention campers! This is Chrysa Potter speaking. Just so you are aware, I will be flying above the woods in order to keep an eye on things. I am wearing a black cape. If you shoot me, I will electrocute you. If I have already been struck with an arrow and/or another thrown projectile, I am less likely to control the voltage of the lightning bolts."

She pointed her wand at her throat again and whispered, "Quietus."

Chiron gave her a mildly disapproving look.

"You could have been a bit nicer about it," he said.

She shrugged.

"Now they really won't want to hit me," she replied.

Before Chiron could lecture her, she took off into the air and flew towards the creek that divided the woods. She knew Annabeth was posting Percy as a border guard to draw out Clarisse and her siblings, and she wanted to keep an eye on him. After all, it was very unfair to gang up on a twelve-year-old boy who hadn't even known about the gods for a week.

She found Percy easily enough, and was just in time to settle into a tree before the conch horn blew and the fight began. She watched as one of the Apollo campers ran past Percy and into enemy territory.

Percy hadn't noticed her, but she was positioned slightly behind him, so it was easy to miss her.

Suddenly, she heard a low canine growl from the forest below her. Percy had obviously heard it too, as he raised his shield defensively.

Chrysa flared her aura, projecting her Underworld power and her intention to protect Percy Jackson. The beast – most likely a hellhound – moved away.

On the other side of the creek, the underbrush exploded. Five Ares warriors came yelling and screaming out of the dark.

"Cream the punk!" Clarisse screamed as she brandished her electric spear.

They charged across the stream.

Percy managed to sidestep the first kid's swing, but the Ares warriors were wise enough to surround the boy. Clarisse thrust at him with her spear. Percy managed to deflect the point with his shield, but the electricity obviously shocked him, and he fell back.

Chrysa felt sorry for him, and did her best to reroute most of the electricity from Clarisse's spear, which she affectionately called "Maimer".

Chrysa had heard campers from other cabins call it "Lamer".

Another Ares camper slammed Percy in the chest with the butt of his sword, causing the younger boy to fall to the ground.

All five burst out laughing.

"Give him a haircut," Clarisse said. "Grab his hair."

Percy somehow managed to get to his feet and raised his sword. Clarisse slammed it aside with her spear. The electricity was lessened that time, thanks to Chrysa's assistance, but she could still feel that a painful amount had reached her probable-cousin.

"Oh, wow," Clarisse mocked. "I'm scared of this guy. Really scared."

"The flag is that way," Percy said with a gesture, obviously trying to get out of the situation with the least amount of pain.

"Yes," one of other campers – Chrysa thought his name was Mark – said. "But see, we don't care about the flag. We care about a guy who made our cabin look stupid."

"You do that without my help," Percy shot back.

Chrysa winced. That was not the smartest thing to say.

Two of the Ares campers charged Percy. He backed up towards the creek and tried to raise his shield, but Clarisse was too fast. Her spear struck Percy in the ribs. He would have been dead if he hadn't been wearing an armored breastplate. He was obviously electrocuted as well.

Possibly-Mark slashed his sword across Percy's arm, leaving a good-sized cut.

"No maiming," Percy said dizzily.

"Oops," possibly-Mark replied. "Guess I lost my dessert privileges."

He pushed Percy into the creek, causing the Ares campers to laugh again. As the campers wandered into the creek to get Percy, the boy managed to stand up to meet him. He looked stronger than before.

"Of course," Chrysa muttered to herself. "Son of Poseidon. He gains power from the water."

Percy swung the flat of his sword against the first camper's head and knocked his helmet off. He crumpled into the water.

The second and third campers came at Percy as a pair. The boy slammed one in the face with his shield and used his sword to cut through the other's horsehair plume. Both of them backed up quickly. The fourth camper did not look anxious to attack, but Clarisse moved forward with all the anger of a rampaging boar.

She thrust her spear, but Percy caught the shaft between the edge of his shield and his sword, and snapped it like a twig.

"Ah!" she screamed. "You idiot! You corpse-breath worm!"

She probably would have gone further, but Percy smacked her between the eyes with his sword-butt and sent her stumbling backward out of the creek.

Chrysa could hear yelling approaching. From her perch in the tree, she could see Luke racing towards the boundary line with the red team's banner lifted high. He was flanked by Travis and Connor Stoll, followed by some of the Apollo campers, who were fighting off Charles Beckendorf and his siblings.

The Ares campers got up, and Clarisse muttered a dazed curse.

"A trick!" she shouted. "It was a trick."

They staggered towards Luke, but it was too late. Everyone converged on the creek as Luke ran across into friendly territory. The blue team exploded into cheers as the red banner shimmered and turned to silver. The boar and spear were replaced by a caduceus, the symbol of Hermes. Everyone on the blue team continued to cheer as they picked Luke up and started carrying him on their shoulders. Chiron cantered out from the woods and blew the conch horn.

Chrysa flew down and landed near Percy in the creek.

She could hear Annabeth begin to speak.

"Not bad, hero," she told Percy.

The boy started looking around wildly for her.

"Where the heck did you learn to fight like that?" Annabeth asked as she took off her Yankees cap.

Percy looked angry.

"You set me up. You put me here because you knew Clarisse would come after me, while you sent Luke around the flank. You had it all figured out," he said.

Annabeth shrugged.

"I told you, Athena always, always has a plan."

"A plan to get me pulverized. I came as fast as I could. I was about to jump in, but…" she shrugged. "You didn't need the help. And don't worry about them getting punished. I wasn't the only one keeping an eye on you," she said, pointing her thumb towards Chrysa.

Percy started as he noticed her.

"How long were you there?" he demanded.

"I was up in a tree the entire time. I thought that Annabeth might capitalize on Clarisse's hatred for you, so I made sure to come and find you first. I've been up in a tree since the game started," Chrysa said. "As a referee, I couldn't help you officially. I can step in, but not until after a certain level of injuries have incurred. Once you ended up in the creek, I knew you'd be fine."

Annabeth seemed to notice Percy's rapidly healing arm.

"How did you do that?" she asked.

"Sword cut," Percy replied confusedly. "What do you think?"

"No. It was a sword cut. Look at it."

The arm had already sealed itself together. As they watched, it faded into a scar and disappeared.

"I – I don't get it," Percy said, bemused.

Annabeth was thinking hard. Chrysa could almost see the gears turning. She looked down at Percy's feet, then at Clarisse's broken spear, and said, "Step out of the water, Percy."

Chrysa let out a small smile. Annabeth had figured it out.

"What…" Percy began to ask, but Annabeth interrupted him.

"Just do it."

Percy came out of the creek and seemed to immediately sag. He almost fell over, but Annabeth steadied him.

"Oh, Styx," she cursed. "This is not good. I didn't want…I assumed it would be Zeus…."

Before she could continue, the probable-hellhound growled again. A howl ripped through the forest.

The campers' cheering died out instantly. Chiron shouted in Ancient Greek, "Stand ready!My bow!"

Annabeth drew her sword.

Chrysa flicked her wrist, and a Stygian iron throwing knife was in her hand. She moved to stand in front of Percy.

There on the rocks just above the creek was a hellhound. Like most of its kind, it was the size of a rhinoceros and had lava-red eyes and dagger-like fangs. It was completely focused on Percy.

Annabeth yelled, "Percy, run!" as she moved to join Chrysa.

The hellhound leapt over both of them, headed for Percy. As it passed over them, Chrysa threw her knife into its heart. The hellhound screamed with fury, but just before it died, it managed to rip through Percy's armor with its claws.

Chrysa moved quickly over to the hellhound. She grabbed her knife and drew it across the hellhound's throat, causing it to disintegrate all the faster. She used her shadow power to drag its carcass back to the Underworld even as she sheathed her knife.

Chiron trotted over to them, his bow in hand, face grim.

"Di immortales!" Annabeth cursed. "That's a hellhound from the Fields of Punishment. They don't…they're not supposed to…"

"Someone summoned it," Chrysa whispered, but it was silent enough in the clearing that it carried throughout. "Someone at Camp Half-Blood summoned a monster from the Underworld to attack Perseus Jackson."

Luke came over as well, his moment of glory gone, even as Clarisse yelled, "It's Percy's fault! Percy summoned it!"

"Be quiet, child," Chiron told her.

"You're wounded," Annabeth told Percy. "Quick, Percy, get in the water."

"I'm okay."

"No, you're not," Chrysa snapped. "Listen to Annabeth, child. She clearly has more common sense than you do."

Percy stepped back into the creek, the whole camp gathering around him. He perked up immediately upon entering the water. The cuts on his chest started healing.

At that moment, a glowing green trident appeared above his head.

Some of the campers gasped.

"Look, I – I don't know why," Percy said, sounding both confused and apologetic. "I'm sorry…"

"Percy," Annabeth said, pointing upwards. "Um…."

Percy looked up, but the trident was already fading.

"Your father," Annabeth murmured. "This is really not good."

"It is determined," Chiron announced.

The campers knelt, with the exception of Chrysa. As was her right as a daughter of Zeus (and as a not-quite-immortal goddess in her own right), she did not kneel. She kept her head high, and sunk into a deep curtsy.

"My father?" Percy asked, sounding bewildered.

"Poseidon," Chiron stated. "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God."

After that, no one seemed to be in any state of mind to help out the completely confused and bewildered boy. Chiron dismissed the campers, and they all wandered off in a sort of daze. Chiron, Annabeth, and Chrysa were the only three to stay. Before Luke left, Chrysa grabbed him by the arm and asked him, in a low voice, to bring Percy's things to Cabin Three, so she could get him moved in. He had nodded and promised to do so.

Chrysa then turned to Chiron.

"You need to get back to the main camp," she said firmly. "Pass on the news to Dionysus, though I'm sure he already knows. I know the gods all watch their children in the Capture-the-Flag game. I'll get Percy back to camp. You can stay if you wish, Annabeth, but I'm sure you have a celebratory party for winning the game back at your cabin."

"I'll stay," the girl quickly said.

"I leave this in your capable hands," Chiron replied before galloping off.

Percy tried to leave the creek, but Chrysa grabbed his hand.

"Not yet, little cousin. Wait until I'm sure you're healed. You're not going to be feeling too great once you're out of there, and I'd like you in the best shape possible before we get you to your new cabin."

"New cabin?" Percy asked.

"That's right," Chrysa replied, forcing herself to be cheerful. "You'll be in Cabin Three now. I think you'll like it there. You'll have your own bed, with nice silk sheets. You'll be able to go to sleep to the sound of the sea. That sound nice?" she asked gently.

"Yeah," Percy said dazedly.

After enough time had passed, Chrysa gently led him out of the creek, supporting him on one side while Annabeth had the other, and they began a slow walk back to camp. Thankfully, their position allowed them to go directly to Poseidon's cabin without having to skirt any of the other cabins.

Luke met them at the doorway of Cabin Three, holding a small bag with Percy's things.

Chrysa stopped at the doorway of the cabin and said, "I, Chrysa Potter, great-granddaughter of Poseidon, give you, Luke Castellan and Annabeth Chase, permission to enter Cabin Three."

She then stepped inside and continued walking, guiding Percy to the nearest bed. If he didn't like it, he could change later. He wasn't exactly likely to have siblings anytime soon. He seemed to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

"Set his things over there, Luke," Chrysa ordered. "Annabeth, you head back to your cabin and get some rest. I'll take care of my little cousin."

While other demigods might have been cautious about leaving a weakened son of Poseidon in the hands of a daughter of Zeus given the current political situation, Annabeth and Luke both knew how much family meant to her. After all, she looked after both of them because they had been family to the little sister she was unable to help. By calling Percy her cousin, she claimed him as her family, and promised not to hurt him without just cause.

Both nodded and moved to leave the room.

"Annabeth, you'll still be helping Percy with Greek in the mornings, correct?" Chrysa asked.

"I don't mind doing it," the girl promised.

"And Luke…well, Hermes cabin is going to be scared of him. Most of camp's going to be scared of him. Would you be willing to give him one-on-one sword lessons?" Chrysa asked.

Luke raised an eyebrow.

"Why not you?"

Chrysa shrugged and glanced at her snoozing cousin.

"He's going to need a male role model. Annabeth seems pretty determined to be his friend, and the satyr probably will as well, and I'll be there for him, but he's a twelve-year-old boy. He needs guidance. Male guidance. And Chiron doesn't count."

Luke chuckled lightly.

"Sure, Chrysa. I'll meet him every afternoon."

Chrysa nodded decisively. "Good."

Luke turned and left the room. Chrysa waved her hand, and the door closed behind him.

Using a mixture of magic and aerokinesis, Chrysa managed to maneuver Percy enough to get him out of his armor and shoes. She cast a cleaning charm and an air-freshening charm on him, then maneuvered him under the covers. She placed the Minotaur horn on his nightstand, and then placed his pitiful clothing selection (a single change of clothes) into a drawer with his toiletry bag.

Before she closed the door, she conjured a sheet of paper and a pencil and scribbled down his clothing sizes. She also copied down his shoe size after taking a second look at his ragged trainers. She quickly conjured a second sheet of paper and wrote him a quick note, telling him that his lessons with Annabeth were still on and that he would be having one-on-one sword lessons with Luke in the afternoons, and that he should go to Luke for the exact time. However, he should feel free to cancel either or both lessons if he still wasn't feeling well the next morning.

She scribbled her signature after writing, "Love, your cousin," and returned to her own cabin for a good night's rest after a long day.

AN: So, canon Harry was majorly protective of those he loved. Chrysa kept that trait, plus a massive maternal instinct that was intensified after (sort of) losing her children as Maria di Angelo. She mothers people, especially those younger than her. Percy is currently the same age as Bianca was when Maria died. He's also Chrysa's cousin, which means he has massively set off her protective maternal instincts. Thank you to everyone who has followed, favorited, and reviewed!