Leila's POV

Leila woke up to a bucket of ice cold water.

"What the hell?" she sputtered.

"Watch the language." the attacker warned. "You're what? Twelve?"

"You would say the same if someone threw water on you at..." - she checked the time and groaned - "three in the morning."

"You're a heavy sleeper."

"But was the water necessary?" She forced her eyes opened and unsuccessfully tried to glare at Luke.

"No." Luke admitted. Then he added sharply, "Come on, Brooke. I'm prepared to get another bucket of water - this time boiling hot."

Leila's mouth dropped open, and she studied Luke's face. He was dead serious.

"Okay, okay. I'm up." she said, tying her hair back.

"Get your sword. Meet me in the arena. Be there in five minutes flat." Luke stormed out of the room.

Leila stared at his retreating figure, wondering what brought on the desperate behavior.

Luke's POV

Leila took three minutes to get to the arena.

Luke smirked. The water treatment worked every time.

"Okay, what?" Leila said, folding her arms. He exhaled. He knew he was in trouble when Leila got that defiant look on her face.

Luke could have tortured her until she was compliant. He could have threatened her, blackmailed her, bribed her, but something told her that he needed to be careful with her.

She was a daughter of one of the Big Three, so Luke needed to keep up the 'nice-guy' facade to keep her on his side. He was still boiling with jealousy at the special treatment she got from Master, but he tried to keep it under control.

Luke still had the special role to fulfill, the role that would bring Kronos to power.

"Well?" Leila demanded.

"Fifty push ups."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Grumbling, Leila got on the ground and got to five push ups before her spindly arms failed her.

Luke pinched the bridge of his nose. This was going to be harder than he thought.

As if she could read his mind, Leila said, "Well, you're twenty and I'm twelve! What did you expect?"

"Get up." he said shortly. Leila didn't move. "Please." he added reluctantly.

If he had to keep this up anymore, he was going to throttle her, Big Three material or not.

Leila got up, and narrowed her sea-green eyes at Luke. Her rebellious expression was enough to break Luke's 'nice guy' cover.

"Do you think this is a joke?" he snarled, putting his sword tip at her chin.

Leila didn't flinch. She glowered at Luke boldly and said, "Yes, I do. What's happened to you, Luke?"

"What's happened to you? There's a war going on, you're supposed to be our front line soldier, and I can beat you at a fight blindfolded! You're useless!"

Leila's expression darkened. Before Luke knew what was going on, he was on the floor, and Leila had her sword at his throat.

"No one calls me useless." she growled.

Luke shoved Leila, and said, "Try me."

She swung her sword and it clanged against Luke's so hard that his arm reverberated. He resisted his urge to smirk. Leila's hatred was a powerful weapon.

Luke stabbed towards her stomach experimentally, and her sword automatically moved down to meet his. His eyes widened. Her fighting style reminded him of...no. It couldn't be.

He slashed at Leila's arm, and a cut opened where he struck.

"Ow!" she yelled, dropping her sword and cussing so loudly that Luke winced.

"Keep still." Luke instructed. He grabbed the bucket of water at his side and threw it at her arm.

Her pained expression lifted. She stared at her arm. The wound rapidly shrunk and faded.

"Magic water." she muttered to herself.

"No," Luke said in astonishment. "Poseidon. Y-you're a daughter of Poseidon!"

He scrambled backwards. There couldn't be another one. No. Not another brat of the sea god.

Leaving Leila standing in a dry circle of water, Luke ran out of the arena, desperate to try and get away from his problems.