Danny POV

After breakfast we met up with the girls we sat with yesterday, as Leo, Percy and Peter, sort of, seemed comfortable with them. "Hey, Ellie, Hazel, Annabeth, Piper."

"Percy, do you have a tattoo?" The seven of us stared at Ellie in shock. Random question much. She pushed her hair in front of her ears and awkwardly looked at her feet. "It's just I had this weird dream-" oh, high five, I had a weird dream too "- and there was this silver dude, and then there was an elevator and you were in it with me. Then the elevator stopped and in front of me were four people: Leo, Hazel, a weird greek woman and a really dark guy."

"I hated Pasiphae." Leo nudged Hazel almost affectionately.

"Can we just leave this subject alone. Please? I'm not open to talking about what happened over the summer, but I feel like I'm going to have to tell you. Soon." Annabeth looked at Ellie and me pleadingly.

Ok, I got that they had a hard summer. But not explaining what was going on, when they knew why me and Ellie had had the same nightmare? "So do you know how we had the same nightmare?"

"Nope, but we have our suspicions." Percy grinned at me. He clapped his hands together and pushed his chair away from the table. "Anyway, who's ready for gym?"

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The gym was very easy to find, considering the fact that me and Percy walked into it by accident the day before. Three times.

I stared at the scene in front me in shock horror. A guy, who I assumed to be the coach, was brandishing a baseball bat at the rest of the class. "I'm Coach Hedge and this semester we are going to be having sword-fighting and archery lessons today, as we need you to toughen up a bit. So we are going to be having professionals in from a special summer camp to teach you. Come on in, cupcakes." During this speech the others in our group (apart from Ellie of course, and Peter?) were staring at the coach with happy expressions.

"Coach?" As the rest of the class watched the door for the instructors, Hazel ran towards the man her arms out for a hug. I half-expected the coach to turn her away and just stare at her in shock, but to my complete surprise he just opened his arms wide to receive it.

"How's Chuck?"

"I don't know, you should ask Piper. She's seen him more recently than me." Coach Hedge held up his hands.

Hazel opened her mouth to ask another question, but promptly closed it upon the entrance of two well-built boys who seemed around a year younger than us. "Okay, I think we're the instructors for today's lesson. I'm Frank." He gestured to himself. Frank was a tall, well-built Asian dude, but his accent suggested that he was Canadian. (Or maybe that was just the way he learnt English? I have a friend called Elise who's actually from Hong Kong, but she has an American accent.) "And this is Jason." He then pointed at his friend, a blond boy with startling blue eyes.

"Uh… hi?" The dude was staring at Piper and he was obviously disorientated. He blinked, then stared at a piece of paper for a few minutes; maybe he was dyslexic?

After five minutes, Frank snatched the paper from his hand and went on to read the slip. "We are from Delphi Summer Camp. Um… I'll be teaching archery, and Jason here will be teaching sword-fighting, like Coach Hedge said. So can you split into two groups? Those who want to do sword-fighting, stand here. Those who want to do archery, over there."

The class split quickly, each person choosing exactly where they want to go. Frank nodded happily. "That's good."

All of us were standing in our particular groups; I chose sword-fighting, because I figured that you couldn't do it every day, whereas there was actually an archery club at school. Frank seemed to be thinking for a bit; then he pointed at Percy, Annabeth, Hazel and Piper. "Can you four go and stand in the middle, please?" Jason tapped him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear. Frank smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I meant to say you five." He gestured for Peter to join the group. "Can you tell us your names, please?" A smile played at the corner of his lips.

"Annabeth."

"Percy."

"Piper."

"Hazel."

"Peter."

Jason clapped his hands together. "Excellent. Have any of you done archery before, and not almost killed anyone?" This time Jason's gaze was directed at Percy.

Percy threw down his hands. "It was one time!" Now I knew they were friends. "And you weren't even there."

"Yeah, but bro, the girl you almost killed was my sister. Word gets 'round quickly." The blond boy smirked carefully.

"And she's my cousin. I apologized a lot afterwards." Percy held up his hands.

Jason shrugged before making a shooing gesture. "Annabeth, go." I watched the blonde girl pick up the bow and arrow, then walk over to the target range. She grabbed an arrow and fired at the target. Bullseye. She notched another. The arrow went straight through the other.

You could have heard a pin drop. We gaped at her in shock. Percy leaned into Hazel's ear and whispered something. Hazel laughed, then tapped Piper on the shoulder and whispered to her; probably the same thing.

"That is what practice can do." Frank clapped, then turned to Coach Hedge. "Who do you want doing the demonstration? Because that can mean either half an hour if you pick two certain people, or 10 minutes if you choose another two."

"Let's go for the half an hour one, they can make it quick." Coach Hedge got up. "Okay, you two know who you are. Make sure you keep it quick, and simple." Annabeth stayed at the front, but put the bow and quiver down, and instead picked up a sword from the rack, eyeing it slightly dubiously and weighting it in her hands.

Percy stepped forward and did the same. "You ready?" There was a gleam in his eyes as he said that.

"As always." She winked. "What I should be asking is: Are you ready to pay for a burger?"

Wait, he's getting her a burger after fighting her? That made sense; they are boyfriend and girlfriend.

"No, you're buying me lunch. If you look at the odds, the scores are 38-35 and I'm winning." He smirked smugly at Annabeth. God, they were really competitive.

"3, 2, 1. Start. By the way, Percy's only had like a year's worth of sword-fighting lessons, whilst Annabeth's had roughly seven." Jason grinned at the set up.

Percy glanced at his feet sheepishly. "It's not my fault… I should really have had five."

"Just start, Kelp Head." Annabeth sighed, before making a stab at him. He blocked her, then it began. The pace quickened with every move, the fight starting to look like a choreographed dance. Swing, duck, parry. Swing, duck, parry. Their swords wove between each other. Metal clanged on metal as the fight progressed.

Suddenly, they were standing hilt-to-hilt, swords against each other in an 'X' shape, both pressing towards the other.

Percy looked bored, then began to idly chat to Annabeth while she pushed her sword towards him so hard her arms were trembling slightly. Percy rolled his eyes, then shrugged. I only heard the last part of their exchange: "Fine. I guess I've got cash for it. I'm too tired to actually be bothered to beat you, anyway. You're in a competitive mood today, and I'm telling you that this sword is balanced so weirdly. It's like it wants to stab the floor."

He suddenly released the pressure on his sword and swivelled it to the left, ducking at the same time to avoid Annabeth's blade as her momentum carried her stumbling forwards.

They began to fight again.

I watched the humanoid shapes blur for a few more seconds, until I heard a two clangs quickly following each other, then it stopped. Annabeth was on top of Percy, her blade balanced above his throat, his a foot from his hand. Neither of them were breaking a sweat or panting. It was obvious that the rest of the class were just as shocked. One year of training and they can give half an hour demonstrations?

"Now you owe me a burger."