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Something I've forgotten to do the last couple chapters-

Normal speaking- "..."

Thinking and flashbacks- '...'

Disclaimer- I do not own PJO or any of its characters. This is a fan made story that is in no shape, way, form, or fashion Canon... If that wasn't obvious already by the other 10 chapters.

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing.

It was here first.

-Mark Twain

And another one because... why not?

I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober

and you will still be ugly.

-Winston Churchill

Percy's Pov Early in the morning

I wish I could say I took the news badly, but... that's honestly not how I took the news about Artemis' capture. I really just didn't care that much when Apollo told me that Artemis had been captured. Not that there wasn't much I could do (or more accurately be willing to do). So I took it rather passively until I thought about the other implications. But by then Apollo had only just gotten around to telling me that he had sent a dream to a hunter, and I was waking up, so I was pulled from the dream before I was able to tell him what a fool he was. Although, the thought of maybe getting to fight a titan again, did send a thrill through my system. And since I am in a slightly weakened state because of this power limiter, it might actually be a challenge this time. I almost hummed happily at the thought.

Anyways, as it turns out, what woke me up was one of the hunters, Zoe specifically, rushing into Chiron's office making a ruckus about needing to save Artemis. Now it normally doesn't take much to wake me up, those years spent in war really hone your senses, so I was already making my way to Chiron's office before she really got any headway. Which allowed me to help Chiron prevent her from taking off immediately to rescue her "Milady", as she referred to her.

Flashback a Few hours ago

I crept down the hall, I had heard a hunter enter the 'Big house', I believe that's what the campers called it, what I didn't know was whether she was coming for me or Chiron. Based on the rush of her steps that made soft thumps on the wood floor, she had taken a left at the stairs and toward Chiron's bedroom. Seeing no need for stealth, I dispensed with it and set off at a light, normal speed, jog toward Chiron's room.

By the time I go there, Zoe was already in a fairly heated argument with Chiron.

"But WHY can't we go and rescue Milady?" Zoe all but yelled. I paused just outside the doorway, mostly just to get a kick out of Chiron's frustration.

Chiron sighed at Zoe's argument, "We can't without a prophecy from the oracle, and I highly doubt Olympus wouldn't let us know if one of their own was captured."

'The odds that Olympus even knew that Artemis was captured were slim to none, and the odds that they would care enough, unless it served them personally, to actually do something are just shy of impossible.' I thought to myself, it's just how Olympus operated. No two ways about it.

But Zoe came back with another argument, "Well maybe the campers can't, but there is no reason that the hunters can't go."

That is when I decided to step in. Pushing open the door, I said, "Because you have no other evidence other than that dream you had. How do you know its not just an elaborate trap, so the Titans have an upper hand in this coming war?" Sure, I know for sure that Artemis has been captured, but she doesn't. Why exactly should I help her any sooner than necessary?

Surprise briefly passed across her face, assumingly at my presence behind her, before being quickly replaced by a stoic mask.

Chiron seized upon her silence, "Yes, now we will discuss this more in the morning. Now please leave." He said it very nice and respectful, but you could pretty easily hear the frustrated, I want to strangle you, undertone. I mean it is just past 3 am and I learned a long time ago that Chiron likes his sleep...

Zoe still looking frustrated at our responses, but nodded her head to Chiron and gave a slight glare to me. Which I just ignored, she wasn't worth the time right now.

Flashback End

Chiron and I had talked only for a few minutes about training the campers, while I dodged his questions about Artemis' capture. So after having enough of playing 20 questions, I finally left back to my room for the night... or what was left of it. I was still mad at Apollo for sending the dream to Zoe in the first place! If she goes on a quest, odds are I'll end up having to chase after them to make sure they don't do anything stupid. Especially if some of the campers end up going, someone like I don't know THAILA GRACE!

Anyways, Chiron and I had discussed whether I should begin training the campers now, or after the hunters left. Because well, Chiron really wants to beat the hunters this time in capture the flag. And teaching new techniques and messing with old ones could ruin their chances of winning, although he did say I could begin evaluating the Campers and what they need to work on. But based on what I had seen power wise from Thalia and leadership from the aforementioned daughter of Zeus, it didn't lead to a lot of confidence in their chances of victory. At least from me...

Seriously you are trusting the leading of an army into war and the fate of the world on a 15 turning 16 year old. The idea is sheer stupidity incarnate, but this is the Fates doing so what else should you expect.

Anyways, I probably need to either train Thalia to teach her how to lead a group of people and plan for war. Or be the Prophesy person (I'm not a child, thank you very much) myself. Meh, I'll leave that decision for a later date.

Zach Hersher Pov

I had woken up early, which was rather odd for me, but I decided to get dressed and take a walk around camp. I stepped outside, and immediately got a face full of cold wind. I zipped up my jacket and pulled my scarf a bit tighter, in an effort to keep warm in the cold of the winter morning. I guess because I was used to seeing Camp a lot in the summer, Camp Half-Blood looked like a totally different place in the winter. Snow had fallen overnight, and was still falling, and had coated the ground in a thin layer, the whole place reminded me of the book The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis or at least the movie that came out recently.

As I walked around, I finally made it around to woods just a little ways off from the cabins. As I started to walk into the woods, I heard growls of frustration and small cracks of what sounded like electricity.

Silently stepping around a few trees and into a small clearing, I followed the sounds to their source, I needed to be careful just in case it was a monster so I tried to make as little noise as possible and kept my hand on Riptide for reassurance. The source of the noises turned out to be a sparking Thalia Grace. I could easily tell that she was in a bad mood. I can understand why; until about 24 hours ago, she was the strongest demigod alive. And then suddenly Perseus swoops in and yanked her title out from underneath her, and without much effort either. I had felt similar when Thalia had suddenly appeared, while there were people that could challenge me and beat me in a sword fight. Very few could beat me in raw power until Thalia who could match me in both. And suddenly she was the top dog, and I wasn't.

It only took me a couple of days to get over it, I finally decided to work harder to be better than her. And it appears she is doing something similar, but more viciously and less controlled.

As I was thinking about it, and how frustrated I had been a rough gravely voice whispered in the back of my mind, 'you know you could beat her... just take some of my power...'

Ignoring the voice that had been pestering me the past few weeks, I made the wise move not to bother the angered daughter of Zeus right now and stealthily get away while I still could. An angry Thalia is not a safe Thalia.

Right as I went to step backwards, CRACK sounded through the clearing.

'oooh you have GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!' I screamed in my head as I looked down to see the cliché stick that I stepped on. And slowly, very slowly look up to see a very pissed Thalia Grace.

She began to walk toward me, lightning began to fly off of her, striking the ground, trees, anything within range.

"H-he-ey, Th-thalia", I said kind of nervously (Hey I was only kind of nervous!), "f-fancy seeing you here"

"What do you want Zach?" Thalia asked through gritted teeth, as electricity leaped off of her and striking me in my sweat pants, burning down to my thigh.

I grunted in surprise and jumped away from her, "What the heck Thalia?" I said, rubbing the newly exposed flesh of my thigh. The jolt didn't really hurt, but it certainly didn't feel good.

She rubbed her face in her hands, "Sorry", she said, "I'm just really frustrated right now."

I sighed and just decided to play dumb, "Ah, Perseus right?"

Thalia growled, "That PRICK!" She yelled beginning to pace a small bit, "Who does he think he is, coming here and just acting like he owns the place. And Chiron won't do anything, he just folds against him!"

I nodded, "Yea that's true, and then there are the hunters."

"Don't even get me started on the Hunt! What do those arrogant, silver covered, pompous pricks think they are, acting all high because they live with a goddess!" She exploded again.

I nodded...again, "So you've met them before..."

Her angry gaze landed back on me, "How do you know that?" she hissed out.

I instantly knew I had brought up a bad memory, honestly I was just talking without a filter again; I nervously pulled on the collar of my jacket, it suddenly seemed very tight, "O-oh um-mm just a lucky guess... I guess..." I finished lamely.

Her gaze narrowed further, and I just shifted nervously. She suddenly stopped, "Okay if you say so...", I breathed a silent sigh of relief, " Did you hear Annabeth was looking into the Hunt?" She asked.

"Gwakk" emanated from my throat as I nearly choked on my own spit, as I dissolved into a fit of coughing.

"I'm gonna take that as a no..."

"What?" I managed to get out in a strangled breath.

"Yea, she had one of their brochures in her bag. Although this is Annabeth, she might have been doing recon for the capture the flag game."

I had what I thought was a silent sigh, but based on the look Thalia face, it wasn't that quiet. And this teasing look spread, along with a grin that sent shivers down my spine.

"Did somebody get concerned there for a second?" She asked suggestively.

I could feel my face reddening but hoped the cold would conceal the effect. "Only because I was concerned that my friend was trying to abandon me."

She kept her teasing grin and laughed at my embarrassment. "Sure, whatever you say, Kelp-for-brains"

My own teasing grin grew, "Shut it, Thunder Thighs."

We both kept grinning, even after she jokingly punched my shoulder. As we started walking back to camp for breakfast.

Somewhere, with someone - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - oooo, spooky!

"We have a problem, "Luke said to the shadow filled cave in front of him.

"What now?" A deep voice rumbled back from the shadows.

Luke shuffled his feet nervously, "Since, Thorne failed to capture either of the demigods we wanted. We, now, have to come up with a new plan."

Another figure stepped toward the shadows, "It wasn't my fault that the Hunt showed up! And YOU didn't give me any backup!" The manticore shouted, outraged at Luke's bending of the truth

"SILENCE" The shadows boomed as, the titan-sized figure of, Atlas stepped out of them. Both of the entities before him knelt, "Both of you are fools! Thorn quit your whining, you're lucky we were able to speed up the reconstruction of your body with the Lady's help; Luke", Luke looked up at Atlas, "fix the problem."

Thorne worked to hold back a growl at Atlas' reprimand, and Luke just nodded. "My lord, in order for me to fix the problem I must know what goals you still wish to accomplish."

Atlas paused for a moment, his brow creased in concentration and after a minute he spoke in his rough gravelly voice, "We still need at least one spawn of the eldest gods", spitting the word out in disgust, "the twin spawn of Hades would have been desirable because they would be easy to manipulate to our side."

Luke nodded in agreement, "Okay, My lord, I have an idea." Atlas gestured for him to continue. "What if we use Artemis to our advantage, we already know they are going to send a quest. Or at least it is a guarantee that the Hunt will come to rescue their goddess."

Atlas grunted, "Yes, we have planned for this event. Get to your point boy."

Nodding again, Luke continued, "We can still go for Thalia, we just have to motivate her to come along with the Hunt to rescue Artemis. Which-"

"Wait why would she not come anyway?" Thorne interrupted, "She is one of their strongest demi-gods and the Hunt would be...". But quickly shrank down and shut up at Atlas' glare. Sulking he let an dracnae slide past him and into the room.

"As I was saying," Luke continued, " Thalia will not go with the hunters because she hates them, and doesn't have the war sense to see what losing Artemis would do to their war effort. We must find someone that she values enough to travel with the Hunt to rescue that person."

Trying to redeem himself for his previous mistakes Thorne interjected, "Okay so we find a camper, someone she's close too and capture them."

Then the dracnae, who had been serving cups of wine, pipped up, "What iffff we jussssst captured the boy Zzzzach Hersssshhhher, he isssss a sssssson of Posssseidon and closssse to Thalia Gracccce."

Thorne just dead panned at the dracnae, "Aredia, we all know your snake lisp isn't that bad. Sssstop being so dramatic." He said mockingly.

Aredia pouted and said, "Don't be sssso cruel Thorne! But Milord", looking to Atlas, "pleasssse do consssider my idea."

With Arianna

Arianna was pacing and doing a lot of it. She was out behind Cabin Eight, making a small trench in the snow falling around her. Her zipped up parka rustling every time she wildly waved her arms, as the snow still clung to the sides of her silver sweat pants.

"No no," she muttered eyes closed, eyebrows scrunched in concentration, "that's a terrible idea." Waving her arms again, she completed another lap. "Maybe... Hey Perseus, could we go get lunch later and, you know, catch up?"

She hadn't even finished the sentence before starting to shake her head, "What is wrong with me!" She pulled at her dark brown hair in frustration. "Why can't I just speak to my little brother!?" Then a less than pleasant thought wormed its way into her mind, 'The same brother, you had previously thought dead for the past three thousand years?' She quickly worked to squashed that darker line of thought.

Ari had watched her little brother like a hawk every since they had arrived at camp the previous day; when Chiron had announced his name at lunch, it just confirmed what she already began to suspect. She spent the rest of the day trying to work up the courage to actually speak to him, but seeing the interactions between him and other people was very disconcerting. Her sweet younger brother would have never snapped at a younger child. But this wasn't her little brother, she hardly believed it was him at all, but according to him she... wasn't his big sister.

When they were younger, Ari tried to serve Perseus' role model, along with their mother, but she had been the largest constant in his life. Usually pulling him out of trouble, pulling pranks with him on the meaner merchants in the village, and babysitting him while their mother worked the two jobs she could find.

It had killed Ari when Perseus had run away from her all those years ago, but she had retained the hope that he had forgiven her and lived a good life. Dying peacefully long ago, in a time without the major wars or the suffering she had seen. Of course, looking at it objectively wouldn't have given this conclusion, but Ari hadn't sought objectivity at the time.

So today, Ari had woken up determined to speak with her brother. She had gotten up before any of the other huntresses, in an effort not to get distracted. But it had only taken the time for her to pull on her parka and sweat pants for her to start second-guessing herself. 'What if he really does hate me? What if he just walks away, and doesn't say anything?'

This leads to where she is now, pacing and working to convince herself that actually speaking to her brother was better than remaining ignorant and blissfully ignoring of his existence and their problems.

9am same day - still 3rd Person Pov

Percy stood to the side of the arena with a clipboard that had a very long list of names for all the campers, along with a running side list of descriptions (age, height, weapon preferences) he was making on the fly. "Next" , he said for what was close to the 20th time. A larger darker skinned boy stepped up, "Name?" He said not looking up.

"Jackson, but most people call me Jack." The boy said, as Percy ran the list.

"Halier?" Percy clarified. And with a quick yessir from Jack, Percy checked his name off the list, "Weapon preference?"

"I prefer axes, but I can use a sword." Percy raised his eyebrows at the axes, as it was an unusual weapon for Greeks to use, and looked at the boy. He quickly recognized him as the greasy child of Hephaestus that had tried to get him to kneel when Artemis arrived the day before.

"Good, next." Percy said to continue the process. And so it went for another 10 minutes or so.

"OKAY, everyone!" Percy half shouted to get the campers attention, "There we go, now as your new," 'albeit not very willing' , "combat instructor I need to know the extent of all of your abilities. Pair off, I don't care with who and spread out in the arena." The campers paired off as instructed, except for a few people who stood off to the side with some of the largest grins Percy had ever seen. "And why aren't yall pairing off?" Percy asked fairly flat toned.

The largest of the group, a boy probably about 18, step up "Why should I listen to a child? I was taught by Luke, Chiron already stated he would be one of the best in his generation and I'm a son of Ares." He stated raising his hands, his right holding a standard leaf shaped sword, "So again I ask why should I listen to you?"

Not to Perseus' surprise many heads among the campers nodded in agreement with the son of Ares. Despite his showing against Thalia, he was still an unknown to them and they still believed in this Luke person. Wait a second Luke? "Hold on," Percy said pointing to the son of Ares, "You were taught by Luke, the guy who betrayed you guys and the camp and you haven't second guessed anything!"

The campers, while darkening at the mention of Luke's name again, looked incredulous. "What would we second guess?" someone asked from the back.

"His sword teachings, ANYTHING, EVERYTHING!" Percy shouted, "This guy betrayed you guys to the enemy, did you not once think, 'hey he might have taught us something wrong?'."

"Why would he do that?" Someone else from the pairs asked

"SO YOUR EASIER TO KILL LATER!" Percy shouted. Then to himself "Dang to have to spell everything out for them?"

The crowd of campers seemed shocked at the prospect.

The son of Ares growled, "I'm going to prove to you how good the teaching was. Spread out! This kid is mine." he said brandishing his sword. Obeying the request/order the pairs left the majority of the arena. "Come on," he gestured to Percy, "or are you all talk no game, kid."

Percy sighed and drew both hunting knives, "You live in a world with ancient monsters, demigods, and gods. And said gods can transform from 12 years olds to 16 with a blink. And your gonna judge me based on my visual age?"

The guy blinked, almost surprised at his statement, "Shut up and let me show you the difference in our skill!" Was the angry reply.

Percy relaxed and evaluated his opponent. He was a righty, single sword no shield. His stance was terrible to be short, he's feet were even and not staggered, while good for not signaling where you want to attack its terrible for quick movements. You can't move with you weight distributed evenly, you eventually HAVE to shift your weight to one side or the other to move and that takes time. He was only sorta evaluating Percy as an opponent, Hunting knives are used by faster more nimble users, the son of Ares was placing himself in a position he thought he could move in, but he wasn't taking advantage of the extra reach of his sword by staying so far on the defensive.

Percy swiftly set himself in his staggered stance, and crept forward and to the right of his opponent. By going to his right, the opponents left he got to evaluate how the boy rotated with him and began to take away the extra reach of the sword. As Percy came about 90 degrees from his original position, his opponent to a large step to rotate himself. Another bad mark, while its not bad if you don't know the terrain and are afraid to clip your foot on a stone that you didn't account for; the arena is flat and full of the dirt. Plus he should know it like the back of his hand.

Suddenly, or not so suddenly to Percy, his opponent shifted his weight to his back foot to lunge forward. Seeing the shift back, Percy was already stepping forward and to his right preparing to deflect the strike any further away from himself if necessary. The blade came forward with the rapid acceleration of the fit eighteen year old son of Ares. But with that speed came a lack of control, the blade went wide to Percy's left. Snapping his left hand down, Percy smack the flat of his blade against his opponents sword hand which hand yet to be retracted. The force of the blow numbing his hand and making him release the blade. Continuing to move forward Percy bent low as the opponent began to tumble forward, having met no resistance, and slice the outer part of his thigh.

Percy's opponent fell to the floor of the arena screaming in pain. "Okay," Percy said standing from his crouched position, "What was his first mistake?" gesturing to his fallen and bleeding opponent. No hands moved, sighing Percy began to explain where the mistakes were. As he did so, his opponent struggled to stand. Finally finding his feet and sword, he limped toward Percy and when he was a few feet away prepared to strike his back, "Don't turn yo-"

Before his opponent could get the strike in, Percy whipped his hand around forming a fist and slamming it into the son of Ares gut. "Oh and add announcing your surprise attack before you execute it, to the list."

"Peter!" Someone yelled out from the crowd. Pushing through the crowd and into the unofficial ring that had been created by them, burst a red head. She rushed to 'Peters' side as he laid on the ground.

"I'm fine sis." Peter gasped out.

"No your not!" She replied, "You need medical attention, now!" Waving over a couple of their buddies the lifted Peter up and half walked half carried him to the medical tent.

SMACK, Percy clapped his hands loudly, "Okay, now pair back off. I'm sure there is plenty of work for me to do."

Okay, WOW that took way to long to write and I apologize for it. Just as a notice, I will not abandon a story without telling yall in advance. I hate it when authors do that, just up and leave a story with no notice. So if I go a really long time without updating again, sorry but I'm not bailing on the story.

Thank you so much for the support on this story! I hope yall enjoyed the chapter and hopefully it won't be another 6 months before I post again!

Cya later guys! I'm Outie!