A.N. Thanks for all the support on the story so far everybody. Sorry for the long wait.

Firedragoonknight: not gonna really talk about pairing overall for a while. p.s. I will never flame a review :)

Angie: who knows? :D

Ajacks: umm... no? prolly not, Chiron's a millenia old centaur who has watched his "family" die for almost as long as he's been alive, if anything he'd try to disassociate himself as much as possible while still being a mentor. as for the styx, i look at that as for oaths, not truths, it's an easy way out tbh.

Serpiente: not for a while and not something he will want to use, at all, cus he's gonna have to go through some s* to get that, like canon with the poison.

Kuman: thanks, i will be messing with ages and having ocs to make it feel more like... my own story. as for Will again, age swap, he's percy's age and was the one willing(ha) to help take care of him at the time.

Ok, now time for the chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own PJatO.

When he had seen Thalia on the floor, Percy had feared the worst. That whoever had set the hellhound after him had gotten to Thalia. But he was quickly relieved, when he had flipped her over and saw she was breathing. Her nose was a little red, but that seemed to be it. He picked her up and moved her to the closest bed, trying to wake her up.

A minute later her eyes snapped open, and she jerked upright. When her eyes landed on Percy, the look of anger that had taken root on her face changed to confusion.

"Percy?" She asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to make sure you were alright, and found you face down on the floor. What happened, you okay?"

She nodded after a moment of hesitation. Percy wasn't convinced.

"You sure?" He pressed.

"Yeah, my... Zeus wanted to speak to me about... something."

"Oh, he couldn't do that without making you look like Rudolph?"

Thalia's eyes darkened for a second before she laughed. Then she winced and held her nose in pain.

"Guess not. No Dad of the Year award for my old man, eh?" She joked, trying to hide her uncertainty.

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Later that night, Thalia was tossing and turning on her bed. She dreamed of a beach, the waters churning violently. The winds blew her back, the sky was dark, but two things stood in stark contrast. Among the clouds was an eagle, navigating through the lightning storm. And at the edge of the water stood a proud horse, rearing on it's hind legs. The eagle let loose a war-cry and dove down. The horse neighed its own challenge, galloping down the shore. Directly in the middle was... something unclear, hidden in shadow. All she knew was that it was trying to hold the eagle and the horse from fighting each other. Just as the two animals were about to crush the figure between them, her dream cut off and she woke up.

She would have tried to fall asleep but it had been a struggle to get there the first time, now that the sheets were sticky from her sweat and being spooked by the dream she knew she wasn't getting any more that night. Soon she was showering, her thoughts split between deciphering her dream and her father's surprise visit. Zeus told her not to trust his brother's son, which had sparked a serious argument with neither really winning. Thalia was about as free-spirited as it gets, being told not to trust one of the only people who treated her as an equal, or as a normal friend in her short time at camp was not something she would agree to. But now her relationship with her father was strained. Not that that bothered her very much, she was used to disliking parents at this point.

Her mood darkened further thinking of her mother. She probably didn't even remember Thalia at this point. The worst part was Thalia was starting to no longer care about her mother. She had gained a semblance of a family and friends since she came to camp. Everybody seemed to like her, but more feared her than she liked. Just because of who her gods damned father was. Her blood started to heat up and she punched the wall of the shower, cracks spiderwebbing away. She gave a satisfied grunt at the pain her fist was feeling but it changed to a groan. As quickly as the cracks were made they were being fixed.

After her shower she left the cabin and went to the arena to train to clear her head of thoughts of the past and future. She was left alone for many hours.

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Percy was sitting alone at the Poseidon table for breakfast. He heard the whispers about him. He knew nobody really liked him except for a select few. Most of the Athena children hated him on principal. The Ares cabin had a love-hate relationship with him. Loved to try to beat him up, hated his guts, and his mouth sometimes. Most of the others were wary of him, other than the Aphrodite campers who thought he was cute. Percy didn't exactly help with people liking him for the most part. He was quiet if he wasn't sarcastic or occasionally hostile, but he couldn't help his personality acting up. He was connected to the ocean and he had gained many aspects of the rough side of his genes, excentuated by the circumstances he had gone through in his life.

He looked at the table across from him, seeing Thalia sitting alone as well, but the other campers looked at her with admiration and respect. Some showed fear to her as well but for the most part everyone seemed to look up to her. He also saw that Thalia wasn't totally comfortable with the attention, which surprised him. Percy's initial thought would have been that a child of Zeus would thrive in the spotlight. Percy finished his breakfast as he got ready for another day at camp. He had thought he was finding a new home and family but there were very few that seemed open to even being truly friendly, and after living on the run for so long he found himself almost missing the thrill of surviving. He felt like he didn't have any home but the open waters where he was the most free and natural.

His training was rather boring. Ancient Greek classes were nothing more than learning more of a language that came naturally to him. There were several classes he had to take that covered regular mortal schooling, though far less worried about grades, thank the gods. The one that interested him most other than the weapons and combat training was learning about monsters. Their weaknesses, strengths, tendencies and territories. Forms that they had been known to take to conceal themselves. Between that and a celestial bronze blade his life would have been a lot easier, he liked to think.

Late that night, his body was tossing around on his bed while his mind was in the middle of a dream he had been having for the last week. He was almost getting used to the horse and eagle charging at each other and the two figures in between them. He woke with a start as his dream ended. Before falling back and almost immediately falling asleep again.

A.N. Okay, little filler chapter to get back into the story. Hopefully next chapter will be much sooner than this one was.

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