A/N

Yay! Another update already?! It's now officially the holidays which means getting up at 12 o'clock and just writing flat out for hours and no homework! I'm excited too! Anyways, enjoy this chapter :))))And don't forget to R&R xxx

"What the heck happened to you?" Clarisse as I walked down Half-Blood hill, slightly dazed a dizzy. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to Apparate to camp straight after walking straight out of a war. It was late evening, the sun sinking steadily in the distance, but I was beyond exhausted. So exhausted that my stomach did not care to grumble anymore.

"Nothing," I muttered tiredly, before I shuffled mindlessly towards the showers. I hope Clarisse's going to inform Chiron I'm back because I was way too tired to do it. I desperately needed a shower and a long sleep in the comfort of my own bed, seeing the state that I was in.

The warm water felt nice against my back. My neck muscles had been stiff and sore, being cramped in a tiny space in the Room of Requirement for a week. Gods knows when the last time I took a proper shower was. Or a proper sleep. All I know was that I desperately needed one of both.

I slipped into a loose t-shirt and a comfortable pair of shorts before climbing into my bed in Cabin Three, hoping for a dreamless sleep. And for what seemed like a long time. The dreams did not come.

I climbed out of bed, rubbing the last of the sleep out of the corner of my eyes. It was nearly midday, with the sun at its highest. Crap. Chiron would be hella pissed. Chiron wasn't known to make exceptions, even if someone had just walked out of a battle. I quickly got dressed and stumbled into the Big House.

Inside, Annabeth was talking to Chiron. From the looks of it, it was pretty urgent because Annabeth was making all sorts of hand movement and Chiron was swishing his tail nervously.

As Chiron spotted me, he gave me a warm smile. "Charlie, my dear, so glad you are alive."

I laughed half-heartedly. "Ah, I guess I have the luck of the devil," I said, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly.

"Well, now that you're awake, you can resume to you normal activities. Archery and then the armoury," Chiron said before galloping away.

"Do you know how worried I was?!" Annabeth shrieked after we were left alone, hugging me tightly. "Percy and I have gone crazy for the past week. Don't you ever pull another one like that!"

I forced a smile. I didn't want to tell Annabeth about what happened in Hogwarts. Well, not right now. I knew she would fuss over me, just like mum, and I frankly wasn't ready to tell her yet. I was secretly glad Percy haven't told Annabeth about my little failed goodbye. "It's that I just wanted to say goodbye to Seamus, Dean and mum," I lied, the ground suddenly looking very interesting.

"Well don't you ever do that again. Percy was worried as hell. I swear on the Styx I heard him say you were going to die or something," Annabeth said.

I frowned suddenly. "Where is Percy? I haven't seen him anywhere since I came back."

Annabeth scowled immediately. "He's with Rachel," she said sourly.

I smirked at her expression, and said slyly, "You're not jealous are you?"

Annabeth's face went as red as Ginny's hair. "I- I am definitely not jealous!" Annabeth huffed, crossing her arms.

I snickered lightly, earning a smack from Annabeth. I decided not to talk about that subject. It was obviously very sore to Annabeth. Changing the subject, I asked her, "What's the progress with the Typhoon?" Apparently, it was just as sour to talk about because Annabeth's face stayed the same.

"Bad. It'll be onto us in a few days at most," Annabeth said as we walked over to the archery range. A few days. That was when another war is going to break out yet again. We have barely saved the magical world, to be only threatened by yet another monster. I balled my fist up, biting down on my lip as I made my way silently to the archery range, hoping to clear my head.

After a horrible session of archery with the Apollo kids with me nearly killing a poor satyr, I headed down to the armoury.

I was rubbish at making weapons but it was still fun trying. Also, hanging out with Beckendorf was always fun. He was one of my oldest friend at camp, besides Annabeth. We weren't especially close or anything, but he was always there to cheer me up. And let's be honest, I needed cheering real bad right no. Plus, we sorta share the same name, which was kinda cool.

I found Beckendorf in the blacksmith, carefully putting vials of peaches into a sack, and Greek fire into another. Slightly confused, I asked him, "What are you doing?"

He looked up, alarmed to see me. "Oh, um, hey Charlie," he muttered. Wow, not even ignoring my question.

"So, where are you going?" I asked him curiously, standing in the middle of the door way as he tried to leave. I glared daggers at him, just in case he tried to lie to me. One thing I know was that no one could lie under my glare, as hard as they tried to.

"Nowhere in particular," he mumbled as he averted my burning gaze.

I rolled my eyes impatiently and held my hand out, stopping him from advancing towards the door any further. "Charles, tell me where you're going."

"I'm going to the Princess Andromeda to blow up some monsters. With Percy," he blurted out. Oh. So that was why he didn't want to tell me. Because he didn't want to get his face smashed.

But all in all, I understood why he was going to do it. There was a war, and war has its demands. "Just, please, keep Percy safe. Promise me," I whispered urgently.

Beckendorf nodded and he said, "I promise," before he exited the armoury with utmost relief. Swinging the two sacks over his shoulder, he lumbered towards the stables. I watched him go, my heart heavy.

The armoury was no fun without Beckendorf. All the other Hephaestus campers who had basically made their home in the armoury was friendly enough, but it was obvious that I was like a burden to them. As the sun sank lower and lower into the sea, I got even more worried. I've been onto Princess Andromeda once, even stayed there for a few weeks, and man, it was filled with monsters. Just even the thought of Beckendorf and Percy going on board there, gave me the chills.

The echo of the conch horn sliced through my thoughts. I rushed outside to see Travis motioning over near the beach. Beckendorf and Percy! I leapt up, along with the rest of the campers, all jogging to the edge of the beach to receive the good news that never came. Percy was alone.

Our grins were wiped off immediately. "Where's Charlie?" I heard Silena's shaky voice ring out. Oh dear Merlin. Poor poor Silena.

Percy didn't reply, which caused Silena to burst into tears as she hurried into her cabin. Clarisse shot Percy a dirty look before she went with Silena, patting her softly on her back and mumbling inaudible words to comfort her.

The rest of the campers dispersed slowly, their faces glum as they resumed their evening activities. "Percy…" I barely started before he held his hand up to stop me.

"How could you. How could you have made him promise," Percy said angrily.

"I-" I didn't have a chance to finish because Percy had already stormed off, leaving me staring out in the sea. I was slightly glad that Percy did not let me continue, because I would not have known what to say.

I shut my eyes, trying to clear my head. Beckendorf was dead. And it was mostly my fault. He had died to keep his promise.

I had been selfish. Selfish because I didn't want to lose Percy, and because of my selfishness, Silena had lost someone she had loved and cared about. I wanted to punch something. I had been responsible for so many deaths that I could have firstly prevented.

There was a counsellor meeting the next morning. All the counsellors gathered around the table tennis table, in front of them were untouched mugs of hot chocolate. Chiron had insisted I come even though I had stepped down my position for Percy.

As the whispers around the table quietened down, Percy called out, "There is a spy here at camp. They have a silver bracelet, which has a scythe charm on it. That was how Kronos knew about the covert mission. "

A spy? Another traitor?! Apparently, all the other counsellors had the same thought as me because murmurs of outrage and shock erupted around the table. I stared intently on the table, balling up my fist. If I found out who the traitor was, I was sure as heck to hex them into oblivion. They were responsible for Beckendorf's death.

"Well, we've suspected a spy for years, right? Someone has been passing information to Luke – like the location of the Golden Fleece a couple of years back. It must have been somebody close to him," Connor said, shifting in his seat. He didn't look at me but it was obvious he was implying me. It was a well-known fact around camp that Luke and I had been great friends before he had turned evil. It didn't help that we had basically acted as though we were dating during the summer he had left camp.

I scowled, glaring at him. "Are you accusing me, Stoll?" I said, angry, yet amused that it had even occurred to him.

Connor widened his eyes, holding them out as though surrendering. "No, I- It could be a possibility."

"Well," I snapped, "Maybe it could have been someone like his sibling, perhaps."

"Stop it, would you!" Silena yelled suddenly, her eyes tinged with red from all the crying she had done. "Charlie is dead and now you're all arguing like little kids!" She got up, tears filling her eyes again, before she rushed out of the Big House.

We looked down sheepishly. Silena was right. We had bigger problems to deal with right now. The Typhoon was almost upon New York and all the gods have gone to fight it, which mean that Olympus have been left undefended.

"Silena is right," Chiron said, stringing my thoughts into sentences. "For now, there is a bigger problem we need to resolve. Percy, the prophecy please."

In a shaky voice, Percy read out:

A half-blood of the eldest dogs…

"Er, Percy," Annabeth said, "It's gods. Not dogs."

Percy shook his head, and continued:

A half-blood of the eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen against all odds

And see the world in endless sleep

The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap

A single choice shall end his days

Olympus to preserve or raze

The room was completely silent. A pin dropping could be heard. Until Travis finally said, "Raise, that's good, isn't it?"

"Raze," I said, correcting him, "R-A-Z-E. That means to obliterate."

"Got it," he replied, sullen, "Thanks."

I looked at Percy with pity. He was fifteen, with the weight of the world on his shoulders. I felt sorry for him. At least when I was fifteen, I wasn't forced to fight in a horrible war. Where one decision could mean the world crumbling or it being saved.

"But it says the eldest gods, right?" Katie said suddenly. "That means a child of the Big Three. But Charlie is already past sixteen..."

My heart nearly stopped. Of course. I had nearly forgotten that the whole of camp did not know of my secret. Of being a half-blood both ways. I swallowed nervously, my throat suddenly dry. I didn't want them to find out about me being a witch. "Erm…" I stuttered nervously.

Luckily for me, Chiron knew what to say. "A single choice shall end his days. His. Not her," Chiron said quickly. There were a series of nod around the table, which meant that my secret was still safe.

"But prophecies have a lot of hidden meanings, right?" I offered, trying to sound one bit optimistic, but let's be real, 'A single choice shall end his days' didn't have a lot of meanings.

Ignoring me, Percy said, "I'm turning sixteen in five days."

Chiron galloped uncomfortably on the spot. "The Typhoon will reach us in five days…And we have another problem. The explosion on the Princess Andromeda has not killed Kronos, even though it have stalled them quite a bit. Even now as we talk, they are preparing and regrouping for an attack straight for Olympus."

Despite the circumstances, the image of monsters waiting in the elevator listening to some 90's music was really amusing in my head, and I barely stifled my laugh.

As Chiron showed us a small clip of what was happening in Pennsylvania, the laugh died in my throat. There was a smoky massive figure, its body made out storm, wind and other not so nice stuff. Its body kept shifting as it moved rearranging itself to form the shape that had the slightest resemblance to a human as it swatted buildings out of its way. It was the Typhoon, and it was terrifying.

My eyes widened when I saw the little gold specks, darting around the Typhoon. They were tiny, miniscule, even, compared to the Typhoon that was next to it. "Are those…are those the gods?" Katie asked with awe.

Chiron nodded gravely and he said, "Yes, or well, what's left of them. Many of the minor gods have turned against Olympus. Poseidon has a separate war in his own kingdom, and Lady Hestia has still yet to tend the heart. The remaining gods are what is left to battle the Typhoon and to stop it in it's tracks but alas, it had not yet worked.

I watched as Artemis shot a volley of silver arrows towards the Typhoon and Zeus, raising his Master Bolt, calling lightning to strike the Typhoon, but Chiron was right. Those attacks did nothing but annoy the Typhoon.

"But they should be guarding Olympus!" Percy exclaimed, slamming his fist onto the table and spilling his hot chocolate.

Chiron shook his head, "No, even in the olden days, Typhoon has been the greatest enemy of the gods. It had been so close to destroying Olympus once, and if it gets here, there is not point guarding Olympus anymore."

And then turning off the clip, he said, "Well, you all better resume back to your activities. Enough have been said for a day."

Understatement of the year goes to Chiron.