Hello readers. Man, updating in a monthly basis really is going to be a bad habit. I had this chapter finish a week ago but i didn't found the time to edit it. Hehe... sorry? Anyways, i got my results back and it was better than i expected. And lastly thank you all for the reviews, i really appreciate them. Of course Percy is going to be involved in the lighting bolt quest, how? that's for you to read and find out. Just bear with me here. I don't particularly like it when stories go to fast and yes this story is going to be slow, i may make the quests move at a faster rate and maybe skip at some of the unimportant parts. I don't really want to rewrite the whole five books. I'll just take some snippets from them and add a little bit of twist.

Well, without further ado, on with the story

Densha,

Hunting with guns is simply cheating.

Hunting with knives is ancient.

Hunting with hands, now that's just plain insane.

"And here's Hermes' cabin or also known as cabin eleven." Luke introduced the worn-out wooden cabin. It looked like a normal camp cabin which was unusual because the other cabins had a variety of colors and shapes that made them distinctive in their own way. This cabin had only intertwined snake over its door.

"It's so –" Chris began.

"Ugly" Luke predicted his sentence.

"I was going to say normal" Chris looked through the opened door and saw that the room was void of life. "And a little bit empty" he added.

"Well technically it still is dinner" He replied as he stepped into the cabin. "It's not that much to look at" he sounded sad. "But Hermes cabin is most hospitable place from the other cabins. Either than me" he took a drenched towel from the floor, took a sniff, and threw it out of the window. "There's six more. You'll get the chance to meet them later. But I must warn you" he turned around to look at them. "In the summer, the place may get a bit overcrowded" He said it such a calm manner that Percy almost missed the dark undertone beneath it, almost.

It was at that moment that the six said demigods came into the cabin, chatting in a usual demeanor. They stopped in their tracks when they saw the two new demigods with their counselor. Percy recognized one of them as his demigods. Jane, he recalled the demigod's name. The other two probably had been sorted into their own cabins. Then he wondered how, how were they actually sorted?

"Just in time" Luke said. "This is Chris Rodriguez" he patted the demigod on the shoulder. "And this is Percy, uh… Percy" he introduced the both of them to the other occupants of the cabin.

Being the one that accepts newcomers of Camp-half blood, cabin eleven members usually made introductions simple and easy. Well, they did it to Chris but because of Percy's oppressive state they mostly steered away. Except for this couple of boys that looked to be twins, they didn't actually bother him in any way. They just stared at him oddly. Maybe it was the hood covering his face or his silence that made them a slight bit interested in the new demigod. Either way, Percy felt quite annoyed at the indiscreet stares.

"Alright, Percy, Chris" Luke called out. "We'll be going to the Arena for a bit. Stolls" he said, catching the attention of the two demigods staring at Percy. "You're coming with us"

They looked at each other, then shrugged and followed their counselor out of the Cabin with a loud "Aye". Percy sighed as he stepped out of the cabin. The five of them passed other demigods, each on their way to their respective cabins after having their dinner. Some heads turned to the hooded figure before talking about it back to their friends in hushed tones.

They eventually reached the Arena. It was an open area surrounded by white marble pillars. It was large enough place to hold training for a dozen or two demigods. On one end of the Arena, there were a couple of dummies posted for training. It wasn't in a good condition. Luke randomly picked a sword from a nearby temporary weapon stand. He tried its weight and decided it was well enough to use for him.

Chris looked over the small arsenal of weapons with glee. After the fight with those undead looking policemen, he felt such a welcoming thrill that he wanted to try to at least decently fight with a proper weapon, not a part of the human skeleton system. Chris picked up a short sword that was neither too heavy nor too light.

"How about we do a friendly spar?" Luke suggested as he readied his sword. The Stolls brothers who stood besides Luke had sneaky grins on their faces and had daggers and throwing knives ready. "A three on two, what do you say?"

"You bet!" Chris enthusiastically said. He ran to Percy's side with a determined look and readied his sword. He was curious as after he realized that his current sparring partner was unarmed and didn't look to have any intention in picking a weapon from the rack. "Percy, where's your weapon?"

He gave a small scoff and shifted his stance into a fighting one.

"You're going unarmed?" he asked sounding surprised. First he took on those ghouls as if he had experience. Well he did, but no one knows about that except Percy himself. Secondly he won a bet against a god and now he was going to fight swords against hand. He really was full of surprises.

"You're serious are you?" Luke asked. "Even if you're not going to use a weapon, we aren't going to go easy on you" Percy put up both his fists as if trying to goad them into making the first move. "I just hope you're ready to play dirty" he smirked "Because the sons of Hermes never play fair".

Connor threw a series of knives to the ground in front of Chris and Percy. Percy however noticed the imminent danger from the knives and leaped back. Chris was however too late to realized his partner had fallen back. Smoke came out from the knives and Chris was immediately covered in it. He coughed and rubbed his stinging eyes while at the same time slashing his sword in haphazardly.

Percy raised a calculative eyebrow, smoke coming out of knives? That was certainly new to him.

Travis and Connor sprinted to Percy from both sides while avoiding the large cloud of smoke in the middle. They were fast, but not so much that Percy couldn't catch up. One of the brothers tried to jab at him from the right. Percy countered by grabbing the dagger hand tightly causing him to release the grip on the dagger. He tried to punch Percy with his left hand but Percy used his back palm to slap it away giving a large opening to his stomach. He couldn't use the opportunity though as Percy sensed the danger coming from behind. He released the hold on the Connor, turned and leaned back to avoid getting stab by a dagger. He kicked the hilt of the weapon, causing it to fly out of Travis's hand. He blocked a kick directed to him using both of hands and then gripped the kicking leg tightly. He pulled Travis closer making him lose his balance and fall to the ground, tasting the sand that went into his mouth.

Connor, after seeing his brother in his current condition ran to help him. It did nothing though as Percy swept Travis on the floor to Connor's direction, causing him to suffer the same fate as his brother. The brothers helped each other up to their feet. Both of them pulled out their last dagger and charged at their opponent at the same time. Percy easily ducked under their jabbing arm and using both his hands, he palmed the two brothers in their stomach. Eyes grew wide and spit came out as the impact made the both of them to fly back a couple of meters. They landed on the ground with a groan then clutched their stomach in pain. They struggled to get up but the pained made it hard to do so.

"I got to say, that was impressive" Luke said from behind him. The smoke was completely gone and Luke had Chris on the ground with his knee on Chris's back. Luke stood up and ran up to Percy. He was considerably faster than the Stolls. His attacks were more fluid and smooth. Percy was actually having a hard time catching up to the other boy's speed. Percy avoided his attacks for a couple more moments before he found an opening. He twisted his body and fisted Luke's sword out of his hand. Luke was momentarily surprised as he looked to his hand where the sword was just recently there. He then gave a small chuckle and raised his hands in defeat.

"Alright, you got me. You win" Luke turned his head towards the Stolls who were still clutching their stomachs. "Any objections?" he asked them.

"Nope" one of them answered in a strained voice. The other only raised a thumb up.

"Well, that settles it" He said. "You win" he heard a groan coming from Chris and scratched the back of his head. "I may have gone a bit too hard on our friend there" he walked to Chris to check up on him. A moment of silence fell on them "You know Percy" he broke the short silence.

"What?" he said.

"How about becoming a tutor?" He suggested to the hooded figure. "We need more people like you"

"A tutor?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know, teaching less experienced kids on how to fight. We currently don't have an unarmed specialist in camp. As matter of fact, we never had an unarmed specialist" he said in realization. "Weapons and arrows are good and all, but they rust and break" he clenched his fist. "You can't rely on anything else after your weapon breaks. Nothing" he looked to Percy with a sad smile. "What do you say?"

Percy thought about it. Making the demigods a bit tougher wasn't going to hinder his plans in a big way and he had no quarrels with the other demigods. Besides, who knew if he may find some new allies along the way? Surely he wasn't the only one in camp who hated their parent. Having a high standing within the demigod camp would surely help him manipulate the Camp's side during the war. He however wasn't expecting that much. But it was a good move nonetheless.

"Sure, why not?" he answered.

"Great" Luke said as he stood up. The Stolls were slowly trying to stand up after most of the pain had subsided.

They had playful grins on their faces despite their deplorable state. "And we'll be joining that class" Travis stated.

"Yeah, we got to learn to fight like that" Connor added.

"Alright guys, let's bring help get Chris to the infirmary and call it a night" He said as he picked up the scattered swords on the ground and placed them back at the racks while the Stolls helped Chris on his feet.

"Luke" Percy called out, catching his attention.

"Yup" Luke said as he brushed the sand off from his trousers. "What'd you need?"

"I don't feel… comfortable sleeping with the others" He lied. In truth he just didn't want to go to the trouble of trying to explain to someone if they saw his nightly needle sessions. "Do you have any other place to sleep?"

Luke thought about it. The other cabins were out of the way for sure. The big house isn't actually made to host guest. Chiron and Dionysus's rooms were empty but he wasn't sure that they would appreciate people invading their privacy. That and he didn't want to be turned into a dolphin. Then one place came into his mind.

"I know just the place" he said.

…

"Here we are" he announced as they reached a tree right on the boundary of the forest. It was tall but wasn't too that it towered over the other trees. There was a rope ladder leading up to a wooden platform on one of the tree branches. Percy followed Luke as he climbed up the ladder.

"It's not much to look at. It's just something I made to relax and drink coke in my spare time. But after being one of the sword instructors, I guess I kind of lost the luxury" Luke stated to Percy. "Just make sure you don't roll to your death while you sleep though" he looked down and grimaced.

"This will do" Percy responded as he set his backpack down. Luke heard metal jingling from the bag as it hit the ground but chose to ignore it. Percy pulled his hood back letting Luke for the first time see his facial features. Percy had slightly long jet black hair and an angular face. The most disturbing thing was his emotionless green eyes and the three line tattoo on his left cheek.

"That tattoo…" He regarded it.

"It's nothing" Percy grazed his finger tips on it. "Tell me Luke. How do the demigods get sorted?"

Luke was a bit taken aback by the question. "Well basically, your godly parent makes a sign you're his or her child, then you get sorted"

"You said that the Hermes cabin gets overcrowded right?"

Luke's expression darkened considerably "They aren't really that many children of Hermes, it's overcrowded because of the undetermined"

"Undetermined?"

"The ones who never get to know who their godly parents, the ones who keep asking for a sign of who they are". Or what he liked to call, lost souls. But that was too dark of a term to use.

"How many of them are they?"

"Too many" He looked towards the direction of the cabins. Luke sighed. "That's enough for now, I think" he said as he began to climb down the ladder. "See you tomorrow".

Percy watched the blond descended and then stared at the receding sunlight on the clouds. His head started to throb and he reached towards his bag for the needles.

'Damned voices' he cursed mentally as he inserted one into a specific location on his neck.

…

On his walk back to Cabin eleven, Luke encountered the half-goat Gio.

"What is it?" Luke asked after seeing the satyr's grave face.

"Mr. D left camp earlier to Mt. Olympus" Gio told Luke.

"What happened?" he sounded concerned.

"One of Zeus's weapons has been stolen. He blames Poseidon for stealing. Basically it's a war council" he explained in simplified terms.

Luke tried his best to keep his face passive. He knew what was stolen and he even knew where it was. He should know considering the fact that he stole it.

"Mr. D said that he'll be gone for a while and until he or Chiron comes back, you're in charge"

"Okay, thanks for the info" Luke thanked but he felt that Gio still had more to say.

"What do you feel about the newcomer?" Gio finally asked.

"Percy? He's a bit unusual but he's all good." He stared at the half- goat. "Is Dionysus suspicious of him?" Gio nodded severely.

Luke wanted to laugh wildly. The god was suspicious of the wrong person at the perfect time. "Typical" he jeered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gio narrowed his eyes skeptically.

"The second the god sees a potential threat, they'll try to mark him won't they?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"That demigod is too powerful –"

"Yeah, he's strong" Luke cut him off "but is that really a good enough reason to be suspicious?" The half-goat went silent. "Mr. D should have been wary of people that aren't suspicious" Luke turned around and continued on his way to his cabin eleven.

"What do you mean?" He called out.

"Nothing" He replied not wanting to give anymore hints that he was a traitor. He left the Satyr wondering about the whole encounter, if he'd seen the dark grin that appeared on Luke's face, Gio may have gotten a small clue of what the blond had meant.

…

The next day, inside the Athena cabin, Annabeth rubbed her index finger over a study table to inspect its cleanliness during which a knock on the door disrupted her clean freak phase of the morning. She faintly heard low dreamy sighs coming from the other females and craned her neck to see what was interrupting her morning practice.

"Luke" she almost yelped seeing him just outside the room near the open door. He waved at her and she waved back quite stupidly. He gestured for the daughter of Athena to go out. And so she did. She would have rolled her eyes at the other girls fawning over Luke if she wasn't also one of them. Then she would have been a hypocrite.

Luke leaned on the wooden railing of Athena's cabin as Annabeth came out of the room and shut the door behind her.

"Sorry about that Luke" she smiled nervously. "Just morning cleaning"

"Nah" he waved it away. "It's okay. I just came here to tell you something seeing as you're one of the instructors"

"Okay, what is it?"

"There's some kind of trouble in Olympus and Mr. D left the camp yesterday"

"What kind of trouble?" she asked curiously.

"The big kind, and Chiron's absent so he practically left me in charge of the camp"

"That's huge, so what do you want us to do?"

"We'll be having a meeting later on at the Amphitheater, so it'll be great if you spread the news"

"A meeting" she said "What for?"

"I'll be introducing a new instructor for the camp"

Annabeth blinked at the news "What? A new instructor, who is it? What's he going to be teaching us?"

"Calm down Annabeth, they'll be plenty of opportunity for asking questions later on" He said as he stood straight up and moved away from the cabin. "You just make sure that the Amphitheater's filled later on. Trust me. It'll be one heck of a show"

"Okay" she said weakly "I'll trust you" the last sentence was muttered under her breath so Luke obviously couldn't hear the somewhat personal statement.

"All right get back to work" she commanded through the closed door, knowing full well that her half-siblings were eavesdropping through it. Gods, they were as worse as the Aphrodite children when it came to information, Where as they only hunt gossips, the children of Athena really don't care what the information is what so ever.

…

Percy spent a whole two hours in slumber before he felt a presence hovering above him. Opening his eyes he was surprised to see it was a nymph with light green hair and milk blue eyes. She was scrutinizing him as if she was trying to figure what score she would give for his sleeping position. She looked around her teen years. But you don't know, with mystical creatures such as nymphs, they could be older than a century.

"Oh good" she said a little bit too late "You're awake"

"What?" Percy said as he tried to comprehend on what was happening. "Who are you?"

"I'm Aleva, you know, the tree you were just sleeping in"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was your tree"

"Well, I'm not angry. I actually pride myself to be the only nymph in camp-half blood to provide a sleeping area for demigods" she huffed with pride as she placed her hands on her hips. Apparently it was a big deal for her. It was a moment before she realized that she was still in a middle of a conversation. She pulled out a rolled up piece of paper and gave it to him. He was confused at first but he cautiously took it of her hands and proceeded to unroll it. The writings were Greek but he understood the short sentence on the paper.

'RENT: LABOUR OR MONEY ACCEPTED' the title read. It had some more sentences describing the drachma rates of living on the tree. It was the stupidest thing he'd ever seen. He looked to the wood nymph half- hoping that she was joking but her serious face told him that she wasn't in the slightest finding humor in all this.

"What is this?" Percy asked calmly though a slight twitch appeared on his eye.

"Can't you read Greek demigod?" she said "It's the rates for hotel tree. You didn't think that you could live here freely don't you. It's either pay up or get the Hades off my tree"

"I understand that… but you're a wood nymph. What are you going to do with the money?"

"I don't know" she answered as she looked to the ground. "Maybe I'll bury them randomly in the ground this time" she stated excitedly. Talk about a waste of drachma.

"If you're going to do that, why even bother with the rent?" he inquired.

She jabbed a finger to Percy's chest. "To teach demigods like you" she jabbed another time. "Not to free load. You need to work to get something. Nothing in this world is free"

Percy sighed and reread the terms. This was probably the stupidest thing he'd ever heard, having to pay for sleeping in a tree. He was already contributing to the camp more than he would have preferred as it is. But it was either having his privacy violated which would cause him to be exponentially suspicious or doing work. Of course he would have done the latter. Before he could decide on it Aleva the wood nymph interrupted him.

"Since you probably don't know what drachma is you'll be paying rent by doing labor" she stated.

"And what is the labor?" He asked impassively. Hoping it wasn't as equally as ridiculous as the whole scenario.

"Oh, nothing much, you just have to clean the clumps leaves around my tree. That should be enough I think" She sounded unsure of it. Percy looked down to where dry brown leaves were scattered around the base of the tree. It wasn't that much. He could finish within five minutes without even breaking a sweat. The right choice was pretty much visible now. "Demigods this generation are really interesting" she mused out. "No matter how simple the task is. If they have means to get the easy way out, they'll probably choose the laziest option. I guess the times really degrade the quality of every single thing"

Percy wasn't sure if he understood the meaning in her musings or why she was randomly spouting things out of the blue, maybe it was just a nymph thing. But he would agree with one thing, time really did change everything, usually to a much neutral pace.

The wood nymph noticed him staring with an unreadable expression at her. "What? We can be philosophical at times you know". Aleva pulled out a leaf sweeper from out of the tree trunk and held it besides her. "Well. Planning on still staying on my tree?"

Percy sighed as he took the Rake of her hands and jumped of the wooden platform. Aleva appeared on the ground as quickly as he did. "Yeah you could start near by the base and just work your way on the other leaves"

Percy complied with her wishes and began to sweep the leaves and group them into fragile piles. It wasn't long after that more wood nymphs appeared out of the trees surrounding him.

"Aleva" one of them called "Could you make him clean my tree also?"

"Oh, me too" another said. Then came more request from other wood nymphs.

"You heard them, demigod" Aleva said which was responded by a myriad of thank you from the other nymphs. Percy's eye twitched slightly at the sudden increased in work load. Looking to the horizon, the sun was just about to rise. It was going to be a long day.

It was at around nine in the morning, after breakfast, that Luke came to see how the new unarmed instructor was doing. He was greeted with a sight of a mountain of leaves besides the tree that Percy was temporarily sleeping in.

"Oh yeah" Luke said sheepishly "I forgot about the owner of the tree"

"You should have warned me about this earlier" Percy said, appearing from behind the large pile of dried up leaves. "I wasn't expecting on doing manual labor"

Luke chuckled lightly "It wasn't really that hard, was it? And how could you possibly know what you were expecting?"

Percy bit his tongue, a simple mistake, nothing unsalvageable. It was fortunate that the nymphs choose to intervene at that time, with annoying giggles and mutters under their breath. They sat, grouped together like noisy jungle birds, on a single branch. They had sat there like an audience, never leaving their seats since he had started raking the leaves. He felt like he was in an exhibition. He didn't like it one bit.

"Hi Luke" the collective of nymphs greeted him.

"Sorry ladies" Luke said to the Nymphs, gesturing to the other boy to follow him "I going to have to borrow Percy for a while"

"You can do anything you want to him Luke" Aleva said dreamily. "He can finish up later".

"He was cute, right?" A nymph said uncertainly as the boys went out of ear shot.

"I think so"

…

"Well" Luke began as he neared the forest borders. "That was unusual"

"What's more unusual was the work. Didn't you say you used to live in that tree for a while?" Percy asked the temporary camp director.

"I did"

"How did you manage it? The Landlord seems to be… plenty to take."

"Well, making the platform was a hundred drachma and for every month I lived there to pay around forty - fifty drachma" He recalled uncertainly before looking back to him. "Don't worry about Aleva, as long as you're on her good side, she'll keep monsters and children of Hermes away from the tree. She really takes her job as a 'tree' landlord really seriously."

Percy wasn't even going to comment on that.

"Where are we going?" Percy finally asked.

"To introduce our new instructor of course" he grinned. "Make sure you make a good first impression"

Percy grunted in annoyance. 'Great, more people', he thought as he pulled up his hood, just great.

…

The both of them entered the Amphitheatre with Percy's hooded figure walking besides Hermes's cabin counselor causing waves of mutters to erupt in the stand. Three other people waited for them in front of the stand, people which he assumed to be the other camp instructors.

Luke stopped just besides them with a small smile.

"Morning, Campers" The Hermes counselor addressed the rest of the camp members. "As you all know, summer's just around the corner. And we're expecting new recruits as well as veteran campers to return. So be sure to get ready for that transition. In other news, Chiron and Dionysus are absent from camp so I'll be temporary in charge. But that doesn't mean any I'll allow any mischief" He emphasized that part mostly to his own cabin to which they replied with unveiled groans of disappointment "And lastly, Let me introduce you to one of our newest camper, Percy" He gestured to the hooded figure to his left.

Dead silence.

Annabeth gave a quiet skeptical look at Percy. The hooded guy was supposed to be teaching a camp full of kids. She couldn't really see his face so she couldn't make any first-hand speculations, but seeing him in that jacket and oozing some kind of aura that was certainly unfriendly was enough for her to question whether Luke was under any medications when he made that decision. Wait, what was he supposed to be teaching again?

"Uhh" Luke resumed "Well, I have asked Percy here to be the camp's new Instructor"

A ripple of speech coursed through the stands until Luke managed to silence them all. "One at a time"

"What's he going to be teaching?" One of Hephaestus's campers asked out loud.

"Good question" Luke responded. "He'll be instructing in unarmed combat"

"Unarmed" One of the Ares children scoffed out. "You're expecting us to fight monsters with hands? Isn't that what swords and spears are for?" The other Ares campers grunted in agreement.

Of course an Ares child had to oppose.

"And what if your weapon breaks?" Luke shot back. "You're going to mend your weapon in the heat of battle. Gods, even Beckendorf and his crew can't do that"

"Wait a few more years" Beckendorf joked from where he was standing, causing some of the campers to snigger in their seats.

"Yeah, whatever" The Ares kid continued. "It's still useless against solid celestial bronze".

"Care to demonstrate that?" Luke challenged.

"What?" The Ares kid asked confused.

"Your celestial bronze against his bare hands" Luke gestured to Percy who had remained quiet throughout the whole proceedings.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm not. Unless you're scared" Luke goaded. Percy can't believe Luke was taunting the Ares kid to fight with him. It was Percy who was going to do the fighting, not him.

"A child of Ares never backs down a challenge" He stated as he stood up from his seat. He looked first to a blond girl who sat behind them all as if asking for permission. The blond gave a subtle nod to him. The Ares kid clapped behind the backs of to others of his cabin mates and three children of Ares stepped down into the middle of the amphitheater with swords and drawn.

"Three against one, Sherman" Luke added from the growing sideline. "I thought this was going to be an even fight?"

"If you really have high hopes for this guy, then a three on one for him would be cake" Sherman replied.

The three Ares kids readied to attack against the lone boy. "Are you ready?" Percy asked felling irritated and also letting the other campers hear his voice for the first time.

"Oh we are" He replied. "Ready to crush that –"

Percy elbowed Sherman in the neck, causing him to gag and flew a couple of meters back to the ground. The second Ares Kid tried to slice him from his right, but Percy only stepped back to evade it. He caught the tip of the sword and gripped it tightly. With his other hand, he punched to the flat side of the blade which in turn made the celestial bronze shatter into tiny glowing shards of metal. Caught in shock of his blade being destroyed, he didn't saw the side kick that was directed to his face. He joined his brother to the ground leaving only one still able to fight. Seeing his two fallen brothers, he haphazardly sliced at Percy, afraid for his own fate. Percy easily caught the other's hand and bended his hand so that his sword was slightly grazing on his neck.

"Give?" Percy offered surrender.

"Give" He said while trembling. Percy released his grip and the Ares kid fell to the ground.

Percy stood and waited for the verdict to come.

"I think he was going easy on us yesterday" Travis whispered to Connor, seeing how fast he took down the children of Ares.

"You don't say" His brother airily muttered back, eyes still glued to Percy.

The entire amphitheater was silent in shock. The blond, who Percy presumed is the leaders for the Ares Cabin glared at him for a while before averting her gaze elsewhere. She didn't say anything, but he understood the sign of the subtle surrender. Luke chose at that time to break the formidable silence.

"Well, I think that's over for now" He carefully stepped over one of the Ares kids. "Any other objections?" he asked to the general campers. The silence was enough as an answer to him. "I guess that's it then. Meeting adjourned"

After the majority of campers had left, Luke stayed in the amphitheater area with Percy and also a few people that Luke wanted to introduce to Percy.

"This is Charles Beckendorf" Luke introduced a large and muscled guy. "He's head for Hephaestus cabin and teaches kids the skill of weapon making. He's also in charge of the camp's armory"

"Please, call me Beckendorf" He greeted himself.

"This is Lee Fletcher, head counselor for Apollo's cabin and also the archery instructor next to Chiron. He also teaches basic hunting and survival skills."

"Yo" the black haired boy coolly responded. "I can't believe you punched Sherman's blade to pieces. That was wicked" Lee was clearly impressed with his fight.

"And lastly, head of Athena cabin, top strategist and our linguistic instructor, Annabeth Chase"

However, despite the compliments paid by the guy she admired. Annabeth didn't look pleased with her arms crossed and a calculative glare plastered to her face. "Nice to meet you" although the words she said were nice, the tone in which she used conveyed the opposite. Luke chose to ignore the silent rebellion. Annabeth wasn't particularly known for accepting people on first impressions. She was even distrustful when the he brought her to camp years ago. A trait that is very much common for the children of wisdom. While children of Hermes accepts all people without discrimination, since hospitality was one of their minor specialties.

So they had the swords master, the archer, the auxiliary, the blacksmith and the rogue. That's what Luke likes to call a complete set. He was sure that Chiron would approve of his appointment and Dionysus would simply grunt in annoyance so he wasn't all that to worry about.

"Alright, guys. We have work to do and you…" he pointed to Percy. "Have some unfinished work to do I guess" He hinted to the gardening work that he Luke temporarily pulled him out of from. Percy showed nothing to indicate that he was annoyed but in his mind, even though it was a childish notion, he swore in the distant future that he might make life for wood nymphs a little bit harder. Since nymphs were such emotional creatures, it might just be easy to do.

…

"Listen to reason, Zeus!" Poseidon's voice echoed in the Olympian's council room. Dark clouds slowly gathered around the city of Olympus. The room was silent except for the bickering of two old brothers.

"The ancient laws forbids us from stealing the other god's properties"

"But our children aren't" Zeus countered.

"Are you saying my daughter did this? That I ordered her to steal your lightning bolt"

"That is what exactly I am saying Poseidon and I intend to prove it"

"You're mad! What has happened to you?"

"Now calm down" Dionysus said dully. "Maybe you just forgot where you left it?"

"This is no time for jesting, Dionysus" Zeus threatened.

"I'm not joking, you might actually be getting a little senile" he suggested to which Zeus glared at him while Hermes gave a small smirk of amusement. "Fine" he held his hands up in defeat. "Go continue your pointless argument"

"Are the both of you serious?" Hera asked with a voice that oozed out authority. "It hasn't been a century since the last war and you're planning to start another so soon. I swear you're just doing this out of spite. Look at Hades" she gestured to the god of the underworld who was watching things unravel impassively. "He seems to be the most level-headed one out of the three of you and that's saying a lot"

"I don't even want to comment" Hades responded crossly in his uncomfortably short seat.

Zeus sighed "We are being serious Hera" He looked grudgingly to the time pedestal at the end of the large council room "If your daughter does not give me my lightning bolt by the summer solstice, I promise you there will be war"

"If that is your wish brother, than I shall have to oblige" Poseidon swore with a grim look.

…

Grover Underwood was certainly having doubts about his tracking abilities. He was a satyr, a keeper even. His very job was to seek demigods to protect. Now that was easy considering he had an acute sense of smell. Satyrs were natural trackers but the only problem was that he wasn't in nature.

The smell of petroleum and Food stalls blocked his sense of smell most of the time, which forced him into only using his eyes to keep track of the demigod he was supposedly appointed to bring safely into camp. But even his eyes proved mostly useless. It was the lunch rush and people were crowded in the streets. The cars moved only inches in a long period of time. To Grover, it was nature's hell. He never did like the urban areas, but then again, no satyr ever did like the large cities. That would be same said for any other mystical creatures that inhibits forest areas.

Grover navigated through the crowd in an awkward manner, avoiding rushing business men and tourists. It wasn't actually his fault that he lost the daughter of Poseidon. She was quite short for her age, and fast. It was easy for her to fade into almost any background. Grover stopped in his tracks when he caught a glimpse of a blue cap from the crowd.

"Helena" Grover called out as he moved closer to the demigod.

Helena looked back to him and frowned at the sight of the satyr. "It's Hal. I hate it when people call me Helena."

Helena was a shorter than average girl, with a cute pudgy nose and beautiful sea - green eyes. She has short loose black hair which sometimes made people mistook her gender, but she never did seem to care if the occasional elderly came to her and addressed 'sonny' or 'boy'. Despite her petite figure and androgynous appearance, she has a very violent and aggressive attitude, a fact that was more signified by the bandage covering her cut on her chin after a fight at school.

"Helena's a beautiful name" Grover reasoned.

"It's Hal or you're sitting alone during lunch" She threatened as she continued on her way.

"Fine" he said sounding defeated. The Satyr then followed the girl on her way.

"Don't you have anything else to do than bother me Grover, I have work after this and I pretty much want to start it in a less than annoyed mood" she said as they crossed the street.

"I won't be a bother, I'll help you" He pleaded.

"I'm just counting stocks you idiot, there's nothing much you could do to help"

"Hey, what's with the name calling?"

"But it probably would be a good thing having someone else to talk to either than that old geezer." She said, completely ignoring the other's question.

Grover sighed in response. He really should try to get used to her attitude, after all it wasn't really far off from… another demigod he knew. He really shouldn't ponder about sensitive memories. Satyrs were emotional creatures, he might just shed a tear and Helena would then proceed to call him a wuss. That was something he would like to avoid.

Both of them entered a simple bakery shop. The moment they stepped inside, they we're filled with the tantalizing aroma of baking bread and other delicious condiments that made Grover drool.

"Get a tissue." Helena ordered with a disgusted voice.

"I wasn't drooling." He lied as he tried to wipe the drool off his face with his sleeve.

Helena threw her bag to the nearest table and quickly went to find the ledgers and just finish for the day without any more problems. After a hard day at school, she really didn't want to experience her uncle theatrics but unfortunately, today wasn't the day.

"Helena Jackson!" Her uncle called out, his voice making Helena wince where she was standing.

"Just great" she muttered under her breath. She turned around to see her uncle standing on the top of the stairs leading to their living area of the building.

Rick Jackson was a large bald man whose frame was more fitted in working in a blacksmith than a bakery shop. He had a thick full mustache and he always wore thick rimmed glasses. He was also a very imposing figure and that made kids that shopped with their parents for bread, scared of him.

Rick made his way down the stairs and to in front of Helena. He easily towered the girl around a half meter.

"Good evening, Mr. Jackson" Grover greeted politely without any hint of fear which Helena strike odd. Rick could have made gangs cower in fear just by standing and Grover was easily afraid. Why wasn't he afraid of her uncle?

"Evening Grover, I have some fresh baked cheese buns in the back, help yourself to them, just don't eat…" Grover was already gone inside the kitchen "–all of them" he sighed then averted his attention back to his niece. "Off with the cap" he ordered. "What are you, trying to masquerade as a boy?"

Helena was reluctant at first, but it would be best to just get on with it as quickly as possible. It was more painless that way. She pulled of her cap, revealing her facial features to her guardian. Her Uncle's eyes narrowed at her chin, and a few swollen areas on her face and a cut lip.

"What happened?" Rick inquired with his arms crossed.

"I fell" she lied simply.

"On what, Hedgehogs" Her uncle glared at her. "The truth" he wanted.

Helena sighed, "It was nothing"

"If it was nothing, then we probably wouldn't be having this conversation" He waited for awhile before his niece began to explain.

"Some kid at school threw crumpled papers at me"

"So what did you do?" His uncle asked, knowing where it was going.

"So… I threw my fist at him" She smiled innocently as if she had just made a small joke.

"You got into a fight again because somebody threw trash at you, and he was a guy?"

"I won" she defended herself.

"That does not make it any better, young lady. Girls like you shouldn't be fighting like that"

"How should I fight then?"

"I preferred if you didn't fight …at all"

"Yeah like you wouldn't have done it" she answered back.

"That's because I. Am. A. Guy."

"You're saying a woman doesn't have any rights to protect herself"

"He was throwing balls of paper at you!" His uncle said sounding irritated at her niece. "And you punched him!" She was stubborn to the point where he felt like he was talking to a wall. "Your mother would have been angry with you" Oh, maybe he shouldn't have said that.

"Well she's not here is she, and neither is dad" She stated coldly picking up the ledgers from the table and started to climb up the stairs feeling pissed off.

Her uncle sighed in frustration as he watched her niece's retreating figure. Raising girls was harder than he thought. He seemed to be in deep thought for a moment then he remembered who he had allowed to go into the kitchen without supervision.

…

Helena stared blankly at the Ledgers. She couldn't find it in herself to do them now, after that conversation with his uncle. It wasn't that he hated him. He was just too… overprotective. She didn't even know if it was even the right term to use. And he brought up her parents into the conversation. It had always been a touchy subject for her, her mother Sally Jackson, died giving birth to her and her father, whom her uncle never even told his name, left her mother even before she was born. How useless of a father was he? She had seen pictures of her mother and was disappointed that she had only inherited some of her facial traits. Sally Jackson was a beautiful woman, with a warm smile and deep set eyes. She was sure that she had men practically at her doorstep.

Her father didn't deserve someone like her mom.

While her mother had visible aspect of ladylike features, Helena wasn't too fortunate in getting all of them. She only got the color of her eyes and the shape of her face. The other things seemed to bristle into less feminine characteristics, for example, her attitude. She wondered what life would have been like if her mother was alive. Maybe things wouldn't have been the same. Just …No, thinking of what it could have been wasn't her style. She looked to the future, never a fork in the past. What's done was done. The clattering sounds of feet climbing up the stairs brought her attention back onto the ledgers.

"Hey Helena" Grover called from the doorway, not daring to step into her room without her permission.

"This close Grover" Helena held up her hand as if she was pinching the air.

"Sorry" He apologized, forgetting to call her by her nickname.

"What is it?" She wasn't going to get mad. She was angry enough as it is.

"You're coming tomorrow right, to the field trip?"

She had almost forgotten about the trip to museum the next day. "Yeah, I'm coming"

"Great, I got to go back home, see you tomorrow then" He was about to move but Helena stopped him.

"I'm curious Grover"

"Yeah"

"Where do you live, by the way?" Helena asked curiously, turning her body to face Grover. "You never told me"

"W-well" Grover stuttered "You know. At the…" He theatrically looked to his wrist even though a wrist watch was absent "Would you look at the time, it's already that late. Got to go" He ran down the stairs.

She looked at the doorway suspiciously, why would Grover hide the location of his house? Either than that, Grover was probably the worst liar she had ever met. Deciding that Grover's personal life wasn't that all important to pass of as critical information to her, she looked out her small window, which didn't provide her much of a view but a stair way outside that she liked to use whenever she was bored out of her mind, and sighed deeply. She felt like she was missing something, it was like trying to find the last piece of a puzzle. She just hoped that the trip to the museum tomorrow would somehow bump her static pattern of life.

It was at that moment, that the phrase 'Be careful what you wish for' applied greatly to her situation more than she would have liked.

A/N Yeah, this chapter was more of a filler, i'm not proud of what i had done. So how'd you like Percy's sister and yes Rick Jackson is my homage to Rick Riordan. Without him, no one would know the awesomeness of being the children of the gods. I personally like Travis and Connor, they're witty. I may make them appear more, just for spite.

I realized when i was writing this that, correct me if i'm wrong, t Rick doesn't have any developed Apollo, Demeter and Dionysus children in his books. So it was hard trying to figure out how write any children of said gods' interaction with each other. Or maybe i'm thinking too much about it.

Hoped you enjoyed the chapter and be sure to review.