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After dinner, the entire camp seemed to divide along an imaginary line into two groups: Ares and their allies and Athena and their allies.

I had decided to go with Athena, as a favour to Annabeth. And anyway, I'd probably end up murdering Clarisse if I was on her side.

We all yelled with excitement as Annabeth, along with two of her sisters ran into the pavilion carrying our silk banner, a ten foot long, painting of a barn owl right above an olive tree, with a dark silver background.

The other side cheered, as two of Ares' children, with Clarisse came in with their banner, a dirty red painting of a boar's tusked head and a bloody, battle worn spear.

Percy turned to Luke and I. "Those are the flags?"

Luke grinned lopsidedly. "Yeah."

"Ares and Athena always lead the teams?"

"No, not always." I answered. "But a lot of the time, yes."

Percy became slightly confused.

"So, if another cabin captures one, what do you do- repaint the flag?"

Luke and I just smirked mischievously. "You'll see. First we have to get one."

"Whose side are we on?" Percy asked Luke.

Luke had a sly look on his face, the shadows becoming more pronounced, and a certain kind of darkness showed. It frightened me. "We've made a temporary alliance with Athena. Tonight, we get the flag from Ares. And you are going to help."

Chiron then announced the teams. Athena's cabin had allied with Apollo, Hermes and me. The Athenians had traded their shower times, which were the best in the camp, with Hermes, and had offered to do all of Apollo's cabin's chores to gain their support.

Cabin Six were the plan makers, Apollo's children were some of the most athletic in the camp, and there was a vast number in Hermes' cabin.

Cabin Five had allied with everyone else, but we had the edge. Mr D's boys, Pollux and Castor, were pretty good at sports, but there were only two of them. Cabin Four were brilliant with plants and animals, and excelled in the outdoors, but most were non-aggressive. Aphrodite's children, well, not much to say there. The children of Hephaestus were strong and tough, but there were short in number, and were slightly non-confrontational. The biggest threat was Cabin five themselves: Twelve big, strong, physically capable teenagers, that would mince you as soon as they would look at you.

Soon enough, Chiron hammered his hoof on the marble floor.

"Heroes!" he proclaimed. "You know the rules. The creek is the boundary line. The entire forest is fair game. All magic items are allowed. The banner must be prominently displayed, and have no more than two guards. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged. No killing or maiming is allowed. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. Arm yourselves!"

He spread his hands, and the tables were suddenly covered with gear: helmets, bronze swords, spears, oxide shields coated in metal, bows and arrows, knives, daggers and for some reason, the occasional spoon.

I completely ignored what was offered, and instead reached into my bag, hidden under the table, where I kept my gear. Inside were my perfect fit armour (including the chest piece, and my helmet), my shield and my sword, Kentri, meaning Pricker. I picked the name when I was eight, don't judge. I already had my secret weapons on me; my necklace, that when rubbed, became a gold and silver bow and a set of never-ending celestial bronze arrows, which was a gift from Artemis and Apollo, and my wand, which I wasn't meant to use, but who was gonna know?

Percy and I were placed on border-patrol. Normally, I would be right in the midst of the chaos, but making sure Percy didn't get slaughtered was a bit more important.

My shield was the size of a hubcap, with the Olympian symbol in the centre, and weighed almost no more than a feather. It's weight and size helped me run faster, but one serious blow would break it one day. My helmet, like all the helmets on Athena's side, had a blue horsehair plume on top. The others all had red.

Annabeth yelled, "Blue team, forward!"

My excitement grew, adrenaline filling me up, and we followed her down to the south woods. The red team yelled insults and jibes at us as we left.

I watched Percy run up to Annabeth, and I slowed down so I could walk with Luke.

"You nervous?"

He snorted. "Me, nervous?" I raised an eyebrow, and he smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. Always am."

"Well, you're being stupid."

"Oh?"

"If anyone can lead us to victory, it's you."

At this point, he resembled a puppy that had just brought the stick to its owner, and he tugged the end of my ponytail.

"Looking forward to border patrol?"

"Ooh, can't wait!" I replied sarcastically.

Luke just threw his head back in a laugh, wished me luck, and pushed ahead to lead the troops.

It was a hot, humid evening. The trees were cloaked in darkness and the only light came from the odd firefly that popped into view. Percy and I were stationed next to a little creek that gurgled over some rocks. Percy looked kinda silly, with his big blue-feathered helmet and a massive shield. His bronze sword was too heavy, making him stoop slightly. At least we were near enough to water, if push came to shove.

The conch horn blew far off in the distance. Shouts and yells echoed from the woods, along with sounds of metal clashing. Suddenly, Will Solace raced passed me, faster than fast, and leapt into the red team's territory.

I let out a sigh. Look's like I'll be missing out on all the fun.

Then I heard a sound that sent a chill up my spine, a low canine growl, somewhere close by.

Percy must've heard it too, because we both raised our shields at the same time.

Then the growling stopped. I felt the presence retreating. We shared a quick look, before five Reds exploded out of the dark.

The leader, who I recognised as Clarisse, yelled "Cream the punk!"

Small, angry eyes glared at Percy through the slits in her helmet, and her five-foot-long spear, its barbed metal tip flickering with red light, seemed to intensify amidst her fury. Thank the gods her brothers only had the standard bronze swords.

They all charged across the stream, and I rushed to help Percy, or at the very least, serve as a distraction so that he could flee.

Percy avoided the first swing, and I deflected the second, but Clarisse still managed to get through with her spear. I winced. Although the tip hadn't touched his skin, it still packed a punch. Damn her and her ridiculous electric spear. Percy stumbled, dazed, when Mike, the tallest of all the Ares kids, hit him I the chest with the hilt of his sword, causing Percy to fall.

"Give him a haircut," Clarisse laughed. "Grab his hair."

Percy struggled to his feet. I rubbed my necklace, and my bow appeared in my hands, along with my quiver across my back, but Mike, the numbskull, rushed to restrain me. Mike didn't look much, but he was very strong. So strong, that I found it hard to breathe. Percy was on his own now. Percy went to defend himself with his sword, but Clarisse slammed it aside with her spear.

"Oh, wow," Clarisse said. "I'm scared of this guy. Really scared."

"The flag is that way," Percy told her, panicked.

"Yeah," Mike said, high up above my head. "But see, we don't care about the flag. We care about a guy who made our cabin look stupid."

"You do that without my help," Oh gods, Percy, why?!

Two of them flew at Percy as he backed up toward the creek. He tried to raise his shield, but Clarisse was too fast, getting him right in the ribs. Percy spasmed, and one of the others took the opportunity to slash his sword across Percy's arm.

I tried to voice my outrage, but Mike was too quick. "Now, now, princess!"

"No maiming," Percy spat out,

"Oops," the guy said. "Guess I lost my dessert privilege."

I let out a breath of relief when they pushed Percy into the creek. Don't give me a look, I know he's my friend, just wait and see. Percy's eyes widened and he looked as if someone had injected him with pure caffeine.

Clarisse and her cabinmates went into the creek to get him, but he stood to meet them. He swung the flat of his sword against the first boy's head and knocked his helmet clean off.

Another two boys charged at him. Percy slammed one in the face with his humongous shield and used his sub-standard sword to shear off the second boy's horsehair plume. Both of them backed off pretty sharpish. Mike released me, and didn't look really enthusiastic about attacking, so using this to my advantage, I elbowed him in the face and then I kneed him in the groin. Clarisse kept going, the point of her spear crackling with electricity. As soon as she thrust, Percy caught the shaft between the edge of his shield and his sword, and snapped it clean in two.

"Ah!" she roared. "You idiot! You corpse-breath worm!"

She probably would've kept shouting, had Percy not smacked her between the eyes with the hilt of his sword and sent her stumbling backward.

Suddenly we could hear screams of excitement, and I saw Luke speeding towards us with the red team's banner lifted in the air. He was flanked by a couple of Hermes guys covering his retreat, and a few Apollos behind them, fighting off the Hephaestus kids. All the Ares kids struggled to their feet, and Clarisse whispered a curse.

"A trick!" she growled. "It was a trick."

They tried to overtake Luke, but it was in vain. Every camper from both sides converged on the creek as Luke ran into friendly territory. Athena and her allies burst into cheers. The ugly red banner glistened and became a light blue. The boar and spear were replaced with a massive white caduceus. Everybody else on the blue team hoisted Luke up into the air and started carrying him around on their shoulders. Chiron cantered out from the trees and blew his conch horn, signalling that the game had ended. And we'd won.

I made my way over to Percy, who looked both exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. He flashed me a tired smile and I hugged him in celebration.

"Well done."

"You too."

I scoffed. "Yeah, I did such a good job. I really excel at being restrained."

We shared a laugh. "Good job getting out of it."

We made to join the celebration when Annabeth said, "Not bad, hero."

Percy started, and glanced around, looking. I held back a giggle. Annabeth, ever the dramatic.

"Where the heck did you learn to fight like that?" she asked him. The air shimmered, and she appeared, holding her magical Yankees baseball cap.

Percy's face turned red with anger, not phased by her sudden appearance.

"You set me up," Percy accused her. "You put me here because you knew Clarisse would come after me, while you sent Luke around the flank. You had it all figured out."

Annabeth shrugged, with no defending herself "I told you. Athena always, always has a plan."

"A plan to get me pulverized."

"I came as fast as I could. I was about to jump in, but …" She shrugged. "You didn't need help."

"You certainly didn't. You take care of the Ares' kids all on your own." I interrupted, and I couldn't disguise the proud tone in my voice.

Then, both Annabeth and I glanced at Percy's arm at the same time. I froze.

"How did you do that?" Annabeth asked curiously,

"Sword cut," Percy said, as if it was obvious. "What do you think?"

"No. It used to be a sword cut. Look, Percy." I pointed, shakily.

The blood was gone. Where a sore looking cut had been, there was a jagged white scratch, and it was beginning to fade. As we watched, it turned into a small scar, and vanished.

"I-I don't get it," Percy mumbled, confused.

Annabeth was fast coming to the conclusion I had come to a few days ago. Metaphorical smoke poured out of her ears because of the speed at which her brain cogs were working. She glanced down at the water, where Percy was still standing, then at Clarisse's broken 'battle stick', and said, "Step out of the water, Percy."

"What-"

"Just do it."

Percy stepped out of the creek and immediately began to fall forward, before Annabeth and I caught him.

"Oh, Styx," she cursed. "This is not good. I didn't want … I assumed it would be Zeus…."

"It would be so much better if it was Zeus." I agreed.

The large canine growl sounded again, but a lot closer than before. A howl ripped through the forest.

All the campers fell silent. Chiron shouted for us to ready ourselves, and for someone to give him his bow.

I rubbed my necklace, and quickly notched an arrow on my bowstring.

There on the rocks high above us stood a black hound the size of a rhino, with blood-red eyes and fangs like shards of glass. And it was glaring at Percy.

Nobody moved except Annabeth, who yelled, "Percy, run!"

She tried to step in front of him, but the hound was too fast. It leapt over her and just as it collided with Percy, I, along with every archer in the camp, shot an arrow right in the hound's neck. The monster slumped, dead at Percy's feet.

Somehow, perhaps because of the gods, Percy was still alive. But he didn't look like he could last long. His armour was nothing more than metal shreds, and each piece dripped red.

Chiron trotted up next to us, his bow in his hand, with a grimace on his face.

"Di immortales!" Annabeth stuttered. "That's a hellhound from the Fields of Punishment. They don't … they're not supposed to …"

"Someone summoned it," Chiron said. "Someone inside the camp."

Luke dashed over, with a face full of concern.

Clarisse screamed, "It's all Percy's fault! Percy summoned it!"

I spun around, rounding on her, and I felt my eyes turn a dark green. "How could he? He hasn't been at the camp long enough to know such complex magic."

"Be quiet, child," Chiron told her, and placed a hand on my shoulder, calming.

We all watched the hellhound body vanish and sink into the ground.

"You're wounded," Annabeth said, quickly. "Quick, Percy, get in the water."

"I'm okay."

"No, you're not," she said. "Chiron, watch this."

Percy made to argue, but I interrupted him. "Percy, trust us, step into the creek."

He did so, and his wounds instantly began to heal. Some of the campers backed up, shocked.

"Look, I-I don't know why," Percy rushed, trying to apologize. "I'm sorry…."

Faster than lightning, a green, glowing trident appeared over Percy's head, spinning and shining in the dull light of the moon. My suspicions had been right. Go gut instinct!

"Percy…um …"Annabeth murmured. "Your father. This is really not good."

"It is determined," Chiron announced with finality in his voice.

We all knelt, most of the campers in awe, some extremely unhappy, and I was both worried and full of joy.

"My father?" Percy questioned, bewildered.

"Poseidon," Chiron began. "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God."

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