Hi again. I am just going to be quick here. Any updates I have will be at the bottom. I don't own most of this!

A silent cadence marches on, waking me up. Barely past midnight, a unit of guards march by the tent, on patrol. I sit up in bed heading toward the desk in the corner. Other than armor laying around it, it is pretty clean. Only a couple papers are on it, and most of them notices from the fort. All save for one pile. Most of the pile is in the bag on the floor, done. All that is left is signing two cards for the stupid ball I am forced to do. An invite only military ball, with about 150 guests, plus dates. Plus the delegates and a date of course. And that is who I have to do.

"Percy and Emily." I mutter, holding up the letters. Seeing nothing from my writing that will give it away, I sign it, before closing the bag and heading to my bed. "I hate this stuff." I mutter, sitting on the edge of the bed. Hours past as I think, until the sun is up and a knock is heard at my door.

"Alpha, the delegates want to speak with you." A voice I can't quite place calls.

"Tell them wait a couple minutes." I say, heading to my armor.

"They are demanding you come now." They say again.

"Tell them to either shove it, or wait." I say, putting on the armor.

"I will tell them that." The voice says, as I place them as masculine. I finish strapping on my left arm, and slide my helmet on as it knocks again.

"Alpha hurry your ass up!" I hear Percy scream, banging on the door. I pull the door open as he bangs it again, his hand flying through air.

"How did you get back here?" I demand, my eyes staring out demented.

"I knocked out a guard or two." He says, staring back into my eyes, not caring. I grab him by the collar, picking him up off the ground.

"Let's head back to Emily shall we?" I ask, teleporting over to Emily, behind her. Instead of being where I expected her to be, I find her five feet away from my door, keeping an eye over the hallway. "Boo."

She jumps, drawing a knife and turning towards me. Without a second thought, I drop Percy, shaking my head. She attempts to slash at my hand, but I catch the blade between my two fingers.

"What?" She asks, pulling the knife from my grasp.

"I should be asking you two that. What did you want to ask?" I demand, looking down at them.

"Who the hell are you?" Percy demands, as Emily looks at him confused.

"That isn't what you told me you wanted to ask him." She says, confused.

"I am going to find out, Alpha. I saw what was covering your walls. A photo of Artemis, knives in it." He says, taking a breath to continue before my hand shoots out, grabbing his throat.

"Don't say her name." I growl, pulling him closer, my anger clouding my mind, my hand around his throat constricting, as Percy starts to grasp for air.

"Eric!" Emily calls, in shock, stabbing my arm with her knife, right where the joint it. I howl from the pain, letting go. Percy falls onto his ass, crawling away.

"Eric?" He demands, looking at me for any sign of the old Eric, the one he knew.

"Eric is dead." I growl, ripping the knife out of my arm. I drop it on the floor, turning away. "But if you say anything, an arrow will enter your throat, killing you without mercy." I say deadpan, before entering my room, and grabbing the two letters for Percy and Emily.

I throw the ones that belong to them at their owners, turning away once more.

"What's this?" Emily asks.

"An invitation. To a formal ball, rules of Chaos." I say, turning away. "There is a stupid dress code, so read it!" I call, heading into my room, and throwing the sack out of the door, knowing someone will hand out those letters.

Later that night, I am dressed in more formal attire, changing my armor for a black suit style outfit, with my cloak and helmet still on, Justice and Injustice changed for a more formal blade at my hip, and a small knife. As I fix the suit, a knock is heard at the door.

"Come in!" I call, guessing who it will be. In the mirror, I see Stock, dressed similar to me, minus the helmet, and a shorter cloak.

"Are you ready?" He asks, looking at me.

"You know how much I hate this stuff." I reply, looking at him, fixing my sleeve.

"Yell at Chaos." Is his only reply, smirking.

"Who is your date?" I ask, knowing he, like me is married to the job.

"No one, same as you." Stock says, laughing before punching my arm.

"Pass the flask time?" I ask, walking to the door.

"You know it." He says, catching up to my stride. We walk towards the rest of the Council and their dates. Kan and Lionheart, of course match like the lovers they are. Noble, on the other hand, in a silver dress and her date, Plainheart, most likely forced to due the date is dressed in a style closer to Stock's black, look like two idiots. As me and Stock head to the front of the line as the elders, I turn back to them and say one line to them all.

"You all look like a bunch of idiots in a turkey costume, let's go." I say, pushing open the door so the shocked expressions on all but Stock stare at the rest people in the ball. The talking is silent as my and Stock stride towards the head table, letting the rest of the council enter in, heading towards the floor. Once I reach the head table I notice who is there already. Percy and Annabeth, sitting towards the right of the council, and Emily and a friend, I believe Thalia, sit towards the left. In the center of it all, a small throne for me to sit at, with a large flask on the floor next to it.

As I sit, the dancing and eating starts, me and Stock mostly drinking and eating, making sure we don't get too drunk. As the third hour comes closer, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see a courier, holding a letter. I see him shake as I grab it, before resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Where did this come from, as whatever in it, isn't your fault." I say, attempting to calm him. I do slightly, as he gulps and calms.

"Front trench, right flank. Lionheart's men, Alpha." He says, as I unroll the letter.

I quickly scan the letter, before I stand up, howling to get all the attention in the room to me.

"Everyone, return to your units and get into combat wear. A large scale attack on the front trenc right flank of Lionheart's men has started. DO NOT LEAVE CURRENT POSTS UNLESS DIRECTED, NOW GO!" I scream, running towards my room. I quickly change into my armor, and grab Justice and Injustice from the desk, and I pass Stock, his sword in hand.

"Are you ready for this?" He asks, knowing this will be the first time I fight here for years.

"Let's hope so." Is all I can say, heading towards the trenches, smelling fire.

So, that is this chapter. The first major battle is brewing, about to begin. And now, Percy, without meaning too, knows Eric's name. What can go wrong? See you all in two weeks, with a new chapter.