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"So this is where all the demigods get trained?"

Percy scanned the camp, seeing demigods competing in recreational activities such as rock climbing or sword fighting. It looked like an average summer camp, with cabins for different gods, a dining hall, and a climbing wall

He whistled. "I've gotta say I'm impressed."

"Yeah, it's a pretty nice place." The voice of the Zeus demigod, Thalia, said from his left. Both Thalia and a girl that bore a striking resemblance to Athena stepped to his sides

"Hey, I'm Annabeth. You need someone to show you around?" The blonde one said.

Perseus looked around once more before turning to her.

"Somewhat. I need to speak to whoever's in charge."

They both exchanged a look.

"What? You look constipated. Who's in charge, Dionysus?"

They nodded.

"Wh-what?" He chuckled. "What moron put him in charge? Zeus?"

"Hey! What's wrong with Zeus?" The daughter of Zeus huffed, crossing her arms and angrily glaring at Perseus.

"This is just my opinion, and no offense, Thalia, but Zeus is the worst person I've ever met."

Thalia dropped her arms to her side. "You've met my dad?"

He nodded.

"A long time ago. He was nice for a while before he got mad at me for some stupid reason. He threatened me with his joy buzzer and called my mom a bitch before he kicked me off Olympus."

"What's you do to piss him off so bad?" She asked.

"I may or may not have beat up his son."

"Which son?"

"Heracles."

Thalia choked and the blonde one almost tripped.

"Heracles? Like, hydra slaying Heracles? Twelve labors Heracles?" Thalia asked before coughing once more. "Impossible. He's not the god of strength for nothing."

"Pure strength never triumphs. It may crush stone and harness nature but like the Persians of old, you can be defeated if it, is only thing used. Three hundred Spartans and twelve hundred farmers kept at bay an untold thousands of Persians for three days by just using a small strip of land to funnel them to their doom. Strength with a small bit of intelligence… now that's the way to go."

"What did he do to make you fight him?"

"He hurt an innocent girl."

"Oh. Well then, next time you see him call me. I want to help."

"Will do. You do Iris messages here?"

Thalia nodded.

"Take these, call me if you need." Perseus

He reached in his pocket, summoning a pouch of drachmas. He then pulled them out of his pocket and handed them to Thalia.

"Why'd you give these to me?" She asked.

"Just in case you find Heracles before I do, you have to call me so I can come kill him."

Thalia smiled. "Sure thing. Also yes, Zeus did put him in charge."

"Did I mention I hate him?"

"Only three times."

"So," Annabeth said. "You said you needed to see Mr. D?"

"You call him Mr. D? I mean, I'll speak to him if there's not a more competent person here."

"You could speak to Chiron. I'm sure he would be better than Mr. D."

"Chiron's here? Jackpot. So… where's he at?"

"You see the big blue house over there?" She pointed to the large farmhouse near the titanic pine tree.

"You'll most likely find him in there."

"Thanks. I'll probably see you later. I don't know what everyone's schedule is around here so I don't know when, but it'll probably happen."

"You too, I guess."


"Chiron."

The centaur, who was currently playing pinochle with Dionysus, turned his head to Perseus.

"We need to talk. Now."

"Excuse me, we are in the middle of a game here." Dionysus said.

"Sir, with all due respect your game is less important than the safety of the world."

Chiron was immediately up. "Let us speak inside."

"Now wait just a minute, Chiron. Who says that the world is in danger?"

Perseus walked up to Dionysus, completely eclipsing him with his larger frame. "I say the world's in danger."

Dionysus raised an eyebrow. Taking a sip from his diet coke, he said, "I don't know if you know who I am."

Perseus leaned down over the god of wine. "I don't think you know who I am."

"I am a god, puny half-blood."

Perseus got ready to retort about how he was a god too, but Chiron spoke first. "Mr. D, please calm down. If he says it's urgent, then we must speak about it. Let us talk, demigod."

Perseus growled as he followed Chiron into the big house.

SLAM!

Perseus closed the door behind him and locked it. They were in a room that contained a ping pong table and a nacho cheese machine.

"Chiron, I know this is going to be alarming so prepare yourself. I have just returned from Maine with the hunters and your campers. While in Maine, we encountered the Manticore, who has given us some very valuable, but extremely volatile and dangerous information."

Chiron pursed his lips. "Not a good sign."

"Chiron, Atlas has escaped."

Chiron's eyes widened and he stumbled. "Atlas?"

Perseus nodded. "The manticore told us that 'The General' would be very pleased. The hunters were there and miss Nightshade made a big deal about how he couldn't escape, but she has no reason not to believe now. Atlas is free."

Chiron rubbed his temples tiredly. "We should have seen it coming."

"What… do you mean?" Perseus asked cautiously.

"The titan lord has been rising. We should have noticed that he would try to free his Titan brethren. He has already began sending many powerful monsters after our demigods-"

Perseus was frozen. They already knew the source of the monsters?

"This has become a large problem- are you alright?"

Perseus was grinding his teeth together. His fists were clenching so hard that blood was beginning to drip to the floor. His eyes were beginning to glow like a searing ember.

"They know the source?" He hissed. The floor around his feet was beginning to char.

"You seem to be catching f-"

Perseus cut him off with a primal scream of rage. Pouring all his rage into his shout, he slammed his fist into the ping pong table, shattering the half that it contacted before spinning and driving his fist into the nacho cheese machine. Cheese leaked out of the machine before it sparked and burst into flames.

Chiron yelped as Perseus turned back to him, his hands so hot that the air around them seemed to boil.

"How long." He demanded. His eyes were now flames as he glared directly at Chiron.

"H-how long what? I don't think I understand."

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN THE SOURCE!?"

Chiron gulped. "Just a couple years!"

A guttural growl exploded from Perseus's throat.

"YOU'VE KNOWN FOR TWO YEARS!?"

Chiron nodded once more.

"DAMMIT!"

*Perseus pulled the pen from his pocket and clicked it. A three-foot bronze sword erupted from the pen before it had entirely replaced it. The word Anaklusmos was engraved on the blade. Riptide. Perseus brought the sword above his head and was about to bring it into a slurpee machine when Chiron shouted, "Wait!"

Perseus jerked his head in Chiron's direction. His eyes were now pits of fire, the tails of the flame curling into his midnight black hair before disappearing.

"Please stop before you destroy anything else."

Perseus clicked the sword once more. "Chiron, I don't think you understand what that means to me."

Chiron shook his head. "I'm afraid not."

Perseus grabbed Chiron by the tie** and pulled his head close. "Do you know who I am?"

Chiron shook his head.

"Perseus. God of fire."

Chiron raised an eyebrow.

"Who?"

"Exactly. Over four thousand years ago, Zeus sent me on a mission to find the source of the stirring."

"The lord of the Titans was the source."

"YES." Perseus growled. "I KNOW THAT. You found out two years ago. My mission was completed two years ago. I have been running around, chasing a goal that had already been achieved."

Chiron nodded. "That must be a deep frustration."

"When I get back to Olympus, Zeus is a dead man."

Chiron tugged at the collar of his shirt nervously. "I wouldn't say that if I were you."

Perseus smirked before cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting to the heavens, "HEY ZEUS! I'M COMING BACK! I SWEAR IT ON THE STYX!"

There was a short crack of thunder before what sounded like an artillery shell exploding on a brick wall magnified by ten screamed through the skies.

Chiron gaped at Perseus.

"What?" He asked. "I meant it, and if he tries to stop me, He's gonna have one less appendage on his body. It won't come back, I can guarantee that."

Chiron shuddered. "That sounds a little extreme, doesn't it?

Perseus shook his head. "Not one bit."

Chiron sighed. "Nevermind. Back to pressing matters. Go to the attic, you may figure out your next move."

Perseus nodded. He spun on his heels, heading out into the hallway.

"What's in the attic?" He muttered to himself as he climbed to the second floor. A very old looking pull-down ladder was at the very end. He tentatively took steps towards the ladder before reaching it and pulling the rope that latched onto the door. The old wooden lapper clattered into place with a loud BANG, sending dust flying everywhere.

'It's a freaking attic, what could they have that's so special' He thought as he coughed and fanned the dust away. He pulled himself to the top of the ladder, entering a dark, cramped room that was filled with all sorts of memorabilia. It was unreasonably hot from how much it was insulated.

"It's too cold in here." He murmured. He made his way through the mountains of garbage and towards the window. Nothing seemed like it would be of any use to him. It was all trophies and junk. There was a scarf that was clearly laced with Aphrodite's perfume, a hydra tooth, an old broken sword, the taxidermied head of a hellhound, and a trophy for a racquetball tournament.

'What in the world?' he thought. He ignored them and continued making his way to the window, where something that looked like a life sized doll was sitting in a chair. He snapped his fingers, summoning a fire on his palm that he used to light up the area, revealing the corpse of an old lady.

"No way. The oracle of Delphi."

He reached over to lift the head to look at him.

"I remember you when you were just a kid. Do you still work?"

The oracle said nothing in response.

"Hm. Is there a magic word…? Abra...cadabra? Pickle? The oracle is the best? Zeus is an ass?"

Still nothing.

"Aw. I really thought that last one would work."

He turned and made his way back down the stairs and to the rec room.

"Hey Chiron, I think your oracle is broken. I called Zeus an ass and it didn't do-"

He suddenly stopped as he realized who else was in the room. Himself, Chiron, and the Huntress, Zoe.

"Ah! So the oracle did not work? That is a shame. Maybe we will let miss Nightshade have a try?"

Zoe curtly nodded before shoving past Perseus and marching to the attic.

Perseus, eyes wide, moved to the side of the room where several fold out chairs were laid in a row. He pulled one out and unfolded it, laying it against the wall and sitting down.

Chiron raised an eyebrow at his actions but shook it off.

"I must gather the counselors. We are more than likely going to receive a prophecy today."

Perseus nodded as a sign of recognition as Chiron left the big house. A few minutes later, counselors began making their way in. Annabeth and Thalia were the first one's in. They both waved at Perseus who waved back. Then they noticed the nacho cheese machine and the broken ping pong table.

"What happened in here?" Thalia asked as she grabbed a chair and flipped it open.

"I got mad." was his simple response.

Five minutes later, all the counselors had entered the big house, all questioning 'what happened in here' or 'who's the rambo over there?"

Once everyone had been situated, Zoe reentered the room from the hallway, looking distressed.

"Did you get a prophecy?" Annabeth asked leaning forwards slightly in her seat.

Zoe nodded as she grabbed a chair and sat down.

"Would you mind telling is what it said?" Chiron asked politely.

Zoe sighed deeply before reciting the prophecy.

"Westward leads to a curse since broken,
Only mended by an endless heartbroken.
Thousands of years divide,
Love once lost shall be her guide.
Trials of metal shall reveal though flame,
What once was taken can now be reclaimed.
Daughter of strength shall reveal the test,
Campers, hunters, and flame succeed on the quest."

Everyone was silent for a moment before the Hermes counselor spoke up.

"Well that sucks."


*: Riptide is clicky because I'm trying to change the story. Plus it's cool. If I had a pen sword, I'd want it to be clicky.

**: Chiron has a tie, look it up.