A/N

I feel sick. I have a massive headache and my stomach feels weird and I can't concentrate on anything. It sucks because I feel sick in the holidays rather than in school so I can miss school :( So today I basically just stayed in bed with my laptop and phone and it was rather depressing. Ah well, more time to write eh? I love all my silent readers x

I woke up quite early the next day, which made me suspicious about the empty bed that was next to me. Usually, there would be a black haired boy snoring softly away, and he wouldn't wake up until I forcefully dragged him away from his comfortable sheets.

Of course, being the amazing so totally protective sister I was, I chose to ignore this. Percy was probably still pissed at me, and I didn't blame him. I was pissed at myself. Pissed that I was a selfish arrogant jerk. I was not any better than Malfoy.

The rest of the day morning was pretty ordinary. It felt as though time had rewinded back a few years, and I felt the same kind of loneliness I felt four years ago. I did activities by myself, ate breakfast by myself, and spent quality time with myself.

It was a little after lunch when Chiron held a mass meeting. I didn't even know mass meeting existed but whatever. We stood in a small crowd or a measly a hundred campers. It was tiny compared to the amount of campers I had seen when I was twelve.

"It had come for the time that we fight into a war," Chiron said, his voice ringing out loud and clear, "Percy Jackson has called that we meet outside the entrance of Olympus. It is time we protect our home!"

Of course, Percy has issued that we gathered together outside of the camp borders to fight a massive Titan army. Where the Hades even is he?

There were shouts of approval, although I had noticed that in within the grim determination, there were nervous faces in the crowd.

"Oi, the Ares campers are not going to fight until the Apollo kids decide to give us the chariot. With a full apology!" Clarisse demanded, stamping her feet on the ground. I groaned internally. Not this again. Clarisse had an ego of the Empire States Building.

Along with her siblings, Clarisse stomped back to the Ares cabin. I rolled my eyes. Clarisse was just being a drama queen, and I don't think the Ares cabin will ever turn down the opportunity to fight in the war. It was what they naturally do.

Chiron left me in charge with the biggest cabins, Apollo, Ares and Hermes cabin, as he escorted the rest of camp, herding them to the van where Argus would be driving. I watched as the van turned into a speck of white in the distance as it drove down the hill. I sighed, knowing that I have quite another daunting task to face – convincing Clarisse. If I succeeded, then the whole of Ares cabin would fight, and as much as I wanted to admit it, they were amazing on the battle field, and we wouldn't stand an even smallest chance without them in the war.

My heart sank when I heard Michael Yew, the Apollo cabin counsellor scream at Clarisse. At first, I thought that Clarisse was just being silly, but now, not so much. After even Chiron talking to her, she still had not changed her mind. Now, I was really beginning to think that Clarisse could let her ego get in front of her duty.

"Oi!" I yelled, "Break it up!" It was life-threatening to put myself in between an angry Clarisse and a Michael who looked as though I murdered his grandma, but I did it anyways. "There is a bloody war happening soon, and you are arguing here like little kids," I told them, looking at them with disgust. They were well-trained soldiers, not bratty kids who couldn't compromise.

Michael hung his head down, and with a sigh, he finally said, "Fine Clarisse, you can have the chariot. If that means you'll fight in the war."

I gave Michael a thankful look. It was a relief that the chariot had been won by someone with less of a towering ego.

"Well, now that we resolved this-"

I was interrupted by Clarisse in mid-sentence. "No."

I frowned at her. "What do you mean no?"

"I mean no. We'll have the chariot, but we won't fight in the war. It's too late. The Ares cabin isn't going to get pushed around anymore. Good luck fighting the war without us," Clarisse snapped, before stomping back to her cabin with her siblings trailing behind her. I could tell that the other campers wanted to fight, but they would never do anything against the word of Clarisse. I heard Clarisse slam the door, the echo ringing out to the camp that was unnaturally silent.

All the other campers looked at me, unsure of what to do. Without the Ares cabin, us defending Mount Olympus would be even harder. With a shaky breath, I said, "We'll do it. Defend Mount Olympus without the selfish cabin."

New York was deadly silent. All the mortal had just dropped asleep, snoring on the sidewalk or in the cars. The cars were idle to, nothing but the soft hum of thousands of care engines in New York. It was scary, how the city that never sleeps, well, was sleeping.

As the last of the campers hopped of the van, we gathered around Chiron… and of course, Percy was there too. Except that he looked different. He just looked, I don't know, just different and stronger. Which was basically impossible because how in Godric's name can you just look different and stronger in the span of less than a day.

"We are going to hold Manhanttan," Percy said, all attention focused on him. It was wondrous how much he had grown during the past few years I have gotten to know him. Now, he was confident and courageous, something I have never been.

"Erm, Percy, Manhattan is huge," Silena said as she tugged at her amour strap. Even though she had never been one to fight, I admired her for her bravery and determination, wanting to avenge her boyfriend's death. As for me, I would be fighting against him. Well, not really, since he was never mine to begin with.

"We ARE going to hold it," Percy said firmly, "The wind gods should keep the Kronos' army forces away from Olympus by air, and I'll take the rivers…with Charlie, of course." Percy motioned to me, but he refused to meet my eye. He was still pissed off at me. I didn't blame him. I was pissed off at myself.

There was an embarrassing silence, as Percy faltered over his words. All the campers looked at Percy, waiting for the instructions that never came.

I stood up, deciding it was my cur to take over. "The most direct way to the Empire State Building would be through midtown or a downtown assault," I said. "Michael, take your cabin down to Williamsburg Bridge. The Demeter cabin can take the Brooklyn-Battery tunnel. Do whatever you can to keep them out – poison ivy or thorn bushes – anything. Connor, take half of the Hermes cabin and cover the Manhattan Bridge. Travis, the other half and cover the Brooklyn Bridge, and please, no looting on the way."

Percy joined in, "Silena, take the Aphrodite cabin down to Queen's midtown Tunnel. And the Holland Tunnel, Jake, you can take the Hephaestus cabin there. Greek fire, anything."

There was a roar of approval from the Hephaestus cabin. "Hell yeah! We've got a score to settle!"

Percy continued, "And Clar-" There was another silence. Clarisse wasn't here. Or the whole of Ares cabin. They were back at camp, sulking because we had apparently dented her massive ego.

"We'll take that," Annabeth volunteered quickly, "Malcolm, take the Athena cabin and activate plan twenty-three along. Just like I showed you."

"And as for Annabeth, Charlie, and I," we'll take care of the rivers. Call us when you need us," Percy said, picking up a mobile phone from a sleeping pedestrian's pocket. The other campers followed his lead.

"Wait, you forgot Lincoln Tunnel," Jake piped up.

I racked my brain, trying to find a solution. It was definitely embarrassing to have missed such a big route. The whole world was going to fall if I didn't find a way th-

"How about you leave that to us, huh?"

I turned around, facing a group of girls who were dressed in silver. Even they have a slight silvery aura to them. They had bows slung on to their back, white timber wolves circling their feet, and many girls had falcons on the shoulder. The girl who was leading had short spiky black hair and a black leather jacket. She wore a silver circlet on her head which didn't really suit her. She looked strangely familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Thalia!" Annabeth cried, hugging her. I nearly choked. As in the Thalia? The Thalia, daughter of Zeus who got turned into a tree? Percy had told me ages ago, that Thalia had come back to life because of the Golden Fleece but wow, she looked as though she could glare someone to death.

There was a few exchange of words, from which I found out that they were the Thalia, along with the other girls, were the Hunters of Artemis. Thalia noticed me, standing stiffly on the side, and approached me. "I don't think I've seen you anywhere," she asked me suspiciously, giving me a once over.

I shook my head. "No, I only stay at camp during summer. I've heard loads about you. Charlie, daughter of Poseidon," I said, extending my hand out. Thalia ignored my hand, and narrowed her eyes. "Of course, I've heard loads about you. The girl who was apparently best friends with the enemy."

I was suddenly angry. Sure, she was the daughter of the mighty Zeus and all, and she can blast me with lightning at where I stand but she had gone too far. "Oi take if back and shove it up your ass," I snapped at her, shoving my hand in my short's pocket. "If I was still friends with him, why the bloody hell would I be standing here?"

Thalia's eyes narrowed even further, turning into dark slits. "Don't talk to me like that," she growled, pushing me backwards, "Just because the other campers let you do that, doesn't mean I'll tolerate you."

"I, unlike you, treat the other campers with respect," I spat at her. It had been barely two minutes and all the awe I had for her was turning into disgust.

"Sure you do, child of Big Three don't get the best of everything, do they?" Thalia replied, scoffing at me. "The campers are afraid of you. They don't respect a girl who had been best friends with Luke."

Before I could punch Thalia myself, Jake gave Thalia a dirty look, before saying, "Excuse me, Thalia, but in fact, we do respect Charlie, so don't you talk to her like that."

Annabeth gave me an apologetic look, before whispering to Thalia. She scowled, moving out with the other hunters. I thanked Jake before he, along with the other campers moved out to their designated spot.