The next morning, the campers were awed to see a gathering of about 200 warriors standing behind the mess hall when they came to breakfast. Most were teenagers, so they put aside their thirst for knowledge in order to fill their grumbling bellies. After about 10 minutes of a furious stuffing of faces, Chaos appeared with his dramatic announcement.

"It is time."

It seemed like a few of the soldiers in the front had to hold back laug-coughs. Coughs. Ahem.

The Olympians, who had all been sitting at their respective tables stood, made their way to the front.

So did Sigma. "There are five divisions in the army. The first is Alpha. Alpha," she continued while pacing in front of the front line, "specializes in Greek tactics and fighting. Especially with swords or spears. "She gestured to a section of the army on her right, and the force of about 50, who were all clad in a combination of black and their own personal color, uncovered their hoods. Most were unknown faces, but a few were familiar. Clarisse gasped, as did a few of the kids of some minor gods.

Ethan Nakamura came to give his old friends a hug. Clarisse pushed to the front to see the one hero in the army that was pushing back towards her. The entire Camp smiled as Clarisse and Chris Rodriguez reunited, but brought themselves back to the scene in front of them to see a certain blonde scar faced boy taking of his hood as Lezo the commander. This time, Thalia spoke up. "Luke?"

Luke smiled, this time confidently before nodding. "Thals."

After the camp had finished their convergence upon their lost heroes, and the Camp and the gods had known most everybody, Sigma ordered them back into formation and resumed her narration. "Our Senatus division thrives on their use of Roman strategies. They utilize mostly a shield and gladius, and place an emphasis on teamwork. I have heard that you all have met the Romans?"

At Chiron's nod, she nodded at their leader and introduced him as Lieutenant Gladius himself, but when he lowered his gold and purple hood, not one soul recognized him, until his voice rang out, "I am Julius Caesar." Sigma chuckled to herself during the brief moments of stunned silence that preceded utter chaos. She reeled them back in after a few minutes of this, since the rest of the army had revealed themselves, producing no more shocking faces. Maybe with the Romans themselves, Sigma imagined, we will have a bit more drama.

"Yes, yes, the Underworld does not bind Chaos," here she glanced at a sulking Hades "though he does limit himself from plucking out constellations." A smile at Artemis. "And any of the reborn of course. And some in The Isles of the Blessed refuse the offer." Hades recovered his poker face.

Chaos laughed and Sigma launched herself into her speech again. "Our Elemental division fights using their exotic knowledge of the elements. The division itself is separated into four forces that work closely together: Earth, Water, Fire, and Air. They are mostly comprised of natural users of the elements, borne of elemental gods, but some have learned and morphed their ways to get in."

Before she could continue, she was interrupted by an ADHD question from a young camper- Austyn? Was that her name?- who flinched as soon as the question passed her lips. "So basically Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, right?" Sigma smiled to ease her terror.

"Well they are not the only gods. We recruit from all over the world, so Mayan, Indian, anyone who wants to join or has nowhere to go. Any of their children are elemental. We just have mostly Greek and Romans, so that's why they have their own divisions." Austyn tentatively smiled back, seeming to gain trust.

"Without further ado," Sigma finished with a flourish and a wink at one of the Elementals in the front, one of the only soldiers who she knew the identity of. "The Element Squad."

The entire squad was dressed in a combination of white and their personal colors, but all the Waters were dressed in sea tones, all the Airs in purples and whites, etc. so it was obvious who was who. None of the Water division was recognizable to anyone except Poseidon who spied a few of his children and smiled widely.

Then the Earths flipped their hoods down, and the older demigods simultaneously gasped and smiled. In the front grinning, was Hazel Levesque. The first person she set was on was Piper McLean, who instantly ran over and gave her a big hug. When Hazel had died to seal the Doors of Death, along with Leo who had fallen to "storm" as the prophecy announced, Piper had probably been the most affected. Seeing Hazel, she could only hope who was under the Fire's hood, but no.

When their leader lowered his hood, Piper only saw a well-muscled, African American. When the oldest campers gave a mighty cheer and resumed their swarming, she understood that this was Charles Beckendorf. She politely but sadly was swept away by the festivities, wishing she could have seen her dead fried once again. She had her soul mate, Jason Grace, but she wanted to see her 'brother' as well.

She was startled and insanely happy to hear a call of "BEAUTY QUEEEEEEN!" and turned to see her Latino elf. "Repair Boy." The Airs brought no new surprises except to Zeus.

After a good hour of laughs, Sigma pulled them together for the last half. "Here we have the Hunters, which is pretty self-explanatory. They are trained in stealth and long-range. They're mostly children of the shadows, ex-huntresses, and warriors of the bow." She nodded at the silver/choice colored forces, who lowered their hoods quickly before, again, being swarmed.

Sigma was getting a little annoyed, but who was she to freeze happiness.

Nico was tearing up beside himself with joy at seeing his big sister Bianca. The Apollo cabin had hoisted their returned brothers, Lee Fletcher and Michael Yew, onto their shoulders. Everyone was happy, so Sigma waited before they started to die down before snapping them back to order. Some campers chose to stay with their friends/family, like Nico, so she let them.

"And now we have the Magicks department. Much more skilled than your ordinary clown," earned some chuckles. "They know in every spell, every potion, and every technique there is to know. They do not fight very often, but are invaluable to our missions." The leader of the division didn't even wait for Sigma's last words before whipping of her hood, then sprinting away in shame. Beckendorf waited for Sigma's sympathetic nod before sprinting after his girlfriend, Silena Beauregard.

Seeing that the rest of the division held no surprises, Sigma quickly moved on. "Our last division is my own." She motioned to the group of warriors, Aareton and Alexi among them, who were wearing the same gray she was. "The Strategists." At her words, the hoods were lifted, revealing blonde hair and gray eyes. Zeus (and most of the campers) bristled at the sign of all these Athenian children, but regained his composure to keep Chaos's tentative peace.

By now, everyone had their own speculations as to who the only hooded figure in the clearing was.

Sigma saw this, and she stepped up. She lowered her hood as the entire clearing held its breath, since all had just one question on their minds.

Who are you?

Gods, sorr for the hold-up. Damn. I'll just give you a chappie this weeekend too to make up for it. SOWWYYYYY.

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