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Percy POV

Annabeth came out of nowhere and sat right next to me. "So," she said, not even bothering to say: hi. "what's our first class?" I looked at the first class on the schedule.

"Well," I said "it looks like hand-to-hand combat."

"Then?" she said as she started eating her scrambled eggs and sausage.

"Uh…" I looked again. "sword fighting. Then First-aid, then battle planning, a free period, Lunch, and wow…"

"What?"

"After-noon classes are two hours long."

"How long are morning?"

"An hour and a half. The free one's just an hour though."

"That means lunch is at exactly noon."

"Ya, after lunch is, weapon forging, then team fighting."

"This is going to be a long couple of weeks."

"Why a long couple?" said John. Uh-oh, think fast!

"…Just 'till we get used to it." Annabeth saved herself.

"Oh, ya." he said, going back to his food.

"Hey, Amy."

"Ya?"

"I need to ask you something…in private."

"Okay, whoa…what is it?" she said as I dragged her to an unoccupied table.

"What happened last night?"

"What do you mean."

"I mean, what did you hear that made you so scared?"

"We're already suspected." Son of a—

"Are you serious," I looked around. "by who!"

"Sgt. Sanders."

"Figures. He hates me."

"No, he thinks that it's suspicious that we 'met' at Queens, and we 'knew' who the recruiter was."

"Is anyone taking him seriously?"

"Not that I know of but…"

"We should still be careful." I said finishing her sentence.

"Ya. Alright, let's go…we're attracting attention." Sure enough there were people staring at us, murmuring. From what I was hearing, we were at some guy named Big Ted's table. Now, from my experiences at other schools I knew that: 1. Anyone that has there own table is probably feared by everybody. 2. Anyone with Big out front of their name was probably not someone you'd want to make angry. Sure enough, a big guy with blond hair, a very angry expression, so many muscles he made the Minotaur look like a push-over, blue-jeans and a black skull and cross-bones T-shirt was plowing his way toward us. He looked about my age, a few inches taller maybe.

"Uh, Amy? Get out of here."

"What I'm not gonna let him—"

"Just go! I know how to deal with guys like this!" She huffed and walked away reluctantly. Better reluctant than breathing through a tube. I thought. In truth I didn't actually have a plan, but I didn't want Annabeth to get hurt. I knew he'd follow us if we both left, so I told her to leave. I not gonna let her get hurt. I thought. Big Ted was now right out front of me. Glaring at me like I'd just killed his mom.

"What were you doing at my table?" He said angrily."

"Just talking for a second."

"Why didn't you talk at your own?"

"Didn't want to bonehead."

"You're begging me to beat you and your girlfriend to a pulp."

"She's not my girlfriend, but if you touch her…"

"You'll what, kiss my boot as I kick your head off?"

"If you think you're so good, prove it." I probably should've kept my big mouth shut, but you have no idea how mad this guy was making me.

"Ha! Do you know your messing with a son of Ares. I never loose!"

"I've beaten—excellent fighters, fighters that would make you run away screaming for mommy." I couldn't say that I've beaten Ares, or I'd probably my cover.

"Do you really want to pick this fight?"

"I never picked, your the one with the big mouth." I saw his right arm pump back, ready to punch my head off. Just as his fist would've destroyed my face I leaned back and watched his fist go by. Then I put my foot out front of his leg, remembering something I'd been taught at camp. Most muscley people have poor balance. He fell like an oak. I heard a crash as he fell into his beloved table and broke through it. But I was too busy walking over to my friends. Halfway there Big Ted clotheslined me so hard from the back, I met the floor in a split-second. Owwww. Was my only thought, besides surprise. I picked myself up off the floor, and went to go kick the crap out of Ted, but Annabeth got in my way. "No," She said. "don't get yourself hurt."

"What you think I'll loose?" I said, offended my best friend thought I'd loose against Ted the Troll.

"No, I just mean…you might get into trouble."

"No, I'm going to fight him." She grabbed my head and looked me right in the eyes, her gray ones piercing mine.

"Don't do it, if not for you, than for me."

"Fine," I growled, unhappy I couldn't continue my fight. "for you, I'll stop."

"Thank you. Now let's go finish our breakfasts." On out way back, I looked behind me, to see Big Ted glaring at me angrily.

"I'm going to kill you." He mouthed. Not before I kill you. I thought.

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"Alright class," Said Instructor Brown, a tall, muscular man with a handle-bar mustache wearing, jeans and a John Cena T-shirt. "we got five rooks so I wont be able to help you out for a few classes while I get 'em up to speed. You're going to finish you're work on the Panther take-down today. Get going. Rooks, come with me." He led us to a spot about a dozed or so feet away from the rest of the class. Hand-to-hand combat class took place in the extra large basketball court. It was extra large because (I have no idea how.) they got the bleachers and hoops out. "Alright, your basic training should've included a real short course on basic kicking, punching, and grappling. So we're going to start with snap-kicks."

After that long and hard class was over it was time for sword practice where I got a huge surprise. As we walked off The Princess Andromeda to the class that was supposed to take place in a field I saw a figure in the distance with a shining blade. I couldn't make out the figure but something seemed familiar about him. Me, Annabeth and John walked over together, who I saw standing in the field was more surprising than the fact he didn't recognize us instantly. I pulled Annabeth close and whispered in her ear. "Luke." Her face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Who's Luke?" asked John.

"Huh? What?" I said.

"You just said Luke."

"No, I said I've gotta puke, I'm not used to being on a ship so long." He looked at me quizzically.

"Why would you pull her close to say that?"

"I…have issues with it, would you tell everyone if you had to barf?"

"No but—"

"I told her so she could tell the teacher. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go loose my breakfast."

"See ya." said John and Annabeth, as I walked away. I was going to go lean over the dock, to make it look like I was throwing up.

John POV

Mike rejoined just after the instructor, General Luke was showing us a new move the rest of the class would be trying while we rooks learned the moves they already knew. He stood next to Amy, old habits are hard to break I guess. I wondered what it would be like to travel cross country with nobody but a homeless girl. It didn't seem too fun, but apparently he grew used to it. He was, after all standing right next to her. The General led us over to the side were he could still see the class, but train us too. The Luke showed us the first move he'd taught the others, the Viper beheading strike. Then he paired us up. Naturally I got paired with my brother Tim. Mike with Amy, and Leonard got the General himself. We had to work on blocking it, and doing it. Luke had said he had the rest of the class practice a move for two or three classes, but we had to go fast. So we'd be doing one move a class. Mike and Amy were off twenty feet to my left, moving so swift and fast you'd think they were dancing. "Come on brother, are we going to train? Or should I just do it to you for real?" My brother joked.

"Alright, let's fight then." And with that we started practicing, moving fast and hard. Every strike hit the blade of our swords, then just as quickly moved for the next. Pretty soon we'd mastered it. Leonard was sweating a pool to my right, with Luke. He's never been good with a blade. I thought.

"Look at those jokers." Tim said, pointing to Mike and Amy. "They think they're so good. Just for getting here from New York."

"That's still an amazing feat Tim." I said.

"I bet I could beat them both."

"Ya? Put up, or shut up." He scowled at me. Then walked over to Mike and challenged him. Naturally he said no, he was only going to practice with Amy. Who still needed work on it. And, of course, as any normal person would do, Amy got defensive and said something to Mike. Mike frowned, and said something. It looked like 'Good luck'. Then Amy turned and started to spar with Tim. Now when I say spar, I don't mean they practiced the move they were supposed to. They started to actually fight. This wont end well. I thought, as I jogged over to watch.

Amy and Tim were fighting like I'd never seen. It looked like they'd choreographed it, when one would strike it would be blocked instantly. But I had a feeling Amy would win, after all, her mom's the goddess of wisdom and battle. She fights with a strategy. As soon as I'd decided who'd win Amy made her move. Time went for an overhead swipe and Amy knocked it aside with her dagger and then kicked him in the stomach. Tim fell to the ground. Amy kneeled down and put her blade to his throat. "Girls are not inferior, and just because your daddy's the war god doesn't make you a good fighter." she said, then bulled the blade away. My brother grunted angrily, he had a murderous look on his face. He rolled forward and brought his sword up, I could see where this was going. He was going to shove it into her spine! While she was walking away! I'd sheathed my sword to watch the match so I couldn't use that, so I did the stupidest the ever. I grabbed the blade with my bare hands. "Ahh." I grunted as the blade bit through my flesh and blood seeped out. Amy spun around her eyes widened.

"Tim what were you thinking!" I yelled

"Nobody beats me!" He said pushing harder. The blade sank deeper into my fingers. I heard a sword unsheathe and saw a blade at my brother's throat.

"Your lucky I don't kill you." Mike hissed angrily. I could tell he was angry as you can get and beyond. "Now drop your sword, or I will."

"Mike don't! He was just mad!" said Amy.

"Mad or not, he would have killed you. A sword through the spine isn't something you can walk off Amy!" I said.

"Hey! What the Hell is going on over there!" I heard Luke yell, as he walked over in the corned of my eye.

"Sir, my brother was about to murder Amy." The General looked at the blade my brother was still pushing into me.

"Drop the damn blade soldier. Not you Mike, keep it up near his neck."

"I'd be happy to." Mike said. My bother pulled the blade out of my hands causing major cuts to my hands.

"OWW!" I couldn't help but yell. Luke sighed and pulled some gauss out of his pocket.

"Here use this or you'll bleed out." He tossed me the roll. As I was wrapping my hands he said. "Now, why the Hell were you going to kill your brother Tim?"

"Not me," I said. "Amy."

"What! Tim is this true!"

"Nobody beats me." Was all my selfish brother said.

"What were you doing out of pairs anyway!"

"He tried to challenge them, sir. He was jealous so he went to try to beat them. He lost to Amy and he tried to kill her."

"Normally I'd have a soldier killed for doing that, but seeming how he didn't, I can't. But The next time you attempt something like that I will. Is that clear!"

"Yes sir." Mumbled Tim.

"What?"

"I said, YES SIR!"

"Good, now keep practicing." As he walked away I heard him mumble something about rooks being insane.

"Hey, John." Mike said.

"Ya?"

"I wanted to know…why did you really save Amy." I smiled.

"That's what friends do."

Percy POV

I was congratulating Annabeth on her victory when I heard someone grunt in pain. I looked behind her and she turned around. What the f—

"Tim what were you thinking!" John yelled, his hands were holding Tim's blade which was about to go right though Annabeth!

"Nobody beats me!" He said. I unsheathed my sword and put it at Tim's throat.

"Your lucky I don't kill you." I hissed angrily. I was angrier than I'd ever thought possible, this guy almost killed Annabeth! "Now drop your sword, or I will."

"Mike don't! He was just mad!" said Annabeth. I couldn't believe she was defending him!

"Mad or not, he would have killed you. A sword through the spine isn't something you can walk off Amy!" John said.

"Hey! What the Hell is going on over there!" I heard Luke yell, as he walked over in the corned of my eye.

"Sir, my brother was about to murder Amy." The traitor looked at the blade Tim was still pushing into John.

"Drop the damn blade soldier. Not you Mike, keep it up near his neck."

"I'd be happy to." I said. John's bother pulled the blade out of his hands causing major cuts to them.

"OWW!" he yelled. Luke sighed and pulled some gauss out of his pocket.

"Here use this or you'll bleed out." He tossed him the roll. Then said. "Now, why the Hell were you going to kill your brother Tim?"

"Not me," John said. "Amy."

"What! Tim is this true!"

"Nobody beats me." I resisted the urge to run him through. Gods this guy was pissing me off!

"What were you doing out of pairs anyway!"

"He tried to challenge them, sir. He was jealous so he went to try to beat them. He lost to Amy and he tried to kill her."

"Normally I'd have a soldier killed for doing that, but seeming how he didn't, I can't. But The next time you attempt something like that I will. Is that clear!"

"Yes sir." Mumbled Tim.

"What?"

"I said, YES SIR!"

"Good, now keep practicing." He walked away.

"Hey, John." I said.

"Ya?"

"I wanted to know…why did you really save Amy." I smiled.

"That's what friends do."

"Well then, we must be friends." I laughed as he walked away. Then Me and Annabeth continued practicing. Every moment with her I now was glad I had.