AN: Hello all, I wasn't feeling like updating today, and then I read your reviews, and it's really motivational to realise that people are actually reading and caring about the story ? THANK-YOU

Just to make you guys aware, I'm not really planning on writing Leo's adventure back in PJO world. Just the bits in Narnia. I don't know as much about the HOO as I do about Narnia, so I'm not going to do that bit. Feel free to try and change my mind, but at the minute I'm just planning the bits in Narnia (And Calormen, once we get that far ?)

Disclaimer: If you recognise it I don't own it.

In Which Leo arrives at a different sort of Camp

The hill of the stone table spread up before them, with tents and banners spread out to each side of a central tent, which had flaps coming off it at odd angles, behind it to the left was the stone table. Leo made a note to avoid that table. It freaked him out. Something about it…

It reminded Leo of an altar, like the kind you found in temples, but it seemed like the table itself had a strange sort of power, like it was judging you. Hey, Budford was great at judging people, who's to say this table couldn't as well.

Leo glanced down at Edmund as they ascended toward the central tent, having dismounted from the centaurs at the base of the hill, Edmund looked almost sick with worry, Leo rested his arm on Edmund's shoulder, and bent slightly to whisper in his ear. "Hey, cheer up, it's just a completely not tame lion, who you might have kind of annoyed… Sooo, no worries".

Leo had to say, that was one good stink eye the brit sent his way. It sort of reminded him of Annabeth, when Leo was goofing around during the construction of the Argo 2. Leo grinned as he ruffled Ed's hair and pulled back. He glanced around at the tent's they were passing, he could see a lot of satyrs, centaurs, dryads, and animals (probably talking animals as they were all walking around without attacking each other), but no humans. "So Ed, see your siblings anywhere?"

"I'm not looking for them, if I see them, before I see Aslan, then I might try to back out of seeing Him, and I have to apologise to Him before I can apologise to Lucy and the others." Edmund looked at his shoes, and kicked a chunk of grass. "Besides, if he… If he thinks I should go" Edmunds voice was wobbly at this point "then, then I can't let them see me before, because having to leave them again would be too hard."

The centaur that was walking behind them coughed, and interrupted. "Sir Peter is practicing sword work with some of our more adept fighters, and the two ladies are partaking in archery lessons with some of the younger fawns and satyrs".

"Huh, I was never particularly good at archery." Leo added on, trying to get the look of despair off Edmund's face. "Or fighting with sword's either. Although to be fair, I'm better than Percy. Annabeth told us that the first time he fired an arrow he managed to completely miss the target, and hit the centaur standing BEHIND him. Now how does that work?"

"Leo" Edmund interrupted his monologue. "I appreciate you're trying to distract me, but please, just shut up."

"Shutting up."

Leo turned to look back at the camp, and leave Edmund to his thoughts, it was pretty clear that nothing he could say would make Edmund feel any better, and since badly timed jokes and distraction was off the table, there was really nothing else he was good at to try, so Leo just hoped that Aslan would live up to what his name suggested, and would be able to help Edmund.

Leo wasn't always great at the comfort thing, not so much of a mom friend as a dad friend, tries to comfort, but is too awkward and just has to resort to puns.

They were about halfway through the camp now, and there were more people walking around in this area, some stopped to stare at the group walked past, and some members of the group broke off to join the hustle and bustle going on around the camp. Leo saw a couple of beavers that were looking at Edmund, and seemed quite relieved that he was there. He also thought he saw Dusty out the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look, he couldn't see anything.

What was left of the group, which by now only really consisted of Edmund, Leo, Oreius, and the satyr, whose' name Leo still didn't know, arrived before the large tent, and out from behind it… stepped a great lion.

Or Leo supposed, The Great Lion, for this could only be Aslan. Those around him bowed, and while Leo had bowed to gods before, so they wouldn't do something annoying, (like smite him), he had never bowed out of respect before. Well, not till today. Leo bowed his head with the others in the group, and suddenly thought how different his world would have been, if Zeus was more like this. If Zeus was more like Aslan, there probably wouldn't have been a war going on at all.

Aslan spoke, and his voice was like honey mixed with thunder, at the same time both a calm sea and a thunderstorm. "Arise." He turned to Edmund, who had risen, with the other, but could not look at Aslan. "Walk with me Son of Adam". The two turned, and together walked toward the brow of the hill, neither of their voices could be heard, but from the expressions on Edmunds face, some serious topics were being discussed.

Leo had thought that when he met Aslan he'd just be able to ask how to go home, and maybe he'd be able to give him a map or something. But, looking at Aslan now, he wouldn't be surprised if He could open up a door in the sky to send Leo home. Obviously, Aslan had to speak to Edmund first, seeing that Edmund was linked to the fate of this world, or at least the fate of the battle with the witch. Leo had seen while walking through the camp that they were all preparing for battle.

Hopefully after Aslan was done with talking to Edmund, Leo would be able to ask him to send him home. It seemed like the two would be talking a while though, so Leo turned to Oreius. "Since I do need to talk to Aslan, but of course, his talk with Edmund is more important for Narnia and all, is there anything I can do to help with the whole, get ready for battle thing, while I wait? I am very bad with waiting patiently."

Oreius looked down at him. "I still do not trust you, son of Adam."

Leo sighed, feeling very put upon. "For, what I hope to be the last time, I am not a son of Adam, I'm a son of Hephaestus, I am not human, I am half human. Mom human, dad not. Lovely, really hope I don't have to explain that one again. Secondly, the whole spy thing. No, I am not a spy. Who in their right mind would choose to follow her. Heck, I'm not even sure I AM in my right mind, and I still wouldn't follow her. Besides, even if I was a spy, which BTW I'm not. I'm literally in the middle of the camp, no matter what I found out, which so far, is nothing that everyone doesn't know anyway, how on earth would I tell anyone? Lastly, if I was a spy, why, oh why, would I be asking to talk to Aslan. A spy would be getting as far away as possible!"

The centaur grunted. "More help is appreciated. Bricklethumb," Oreius signalled out a dwarf from the creatures milling about, "Would you escort Leo round to the training grounds to inform lady Susan and Lady Lucy that Edmund is here. I will inform sir Peter." This said, the centaur trotted off, leaving Leo with the dwarf.

"Right, if you'd follow me, we're just popping round this 'ere crag, and you'll be able to see the archery strip from there, that you will."

Leo followed the dwarf, just looking back to see if Aslan and Edmund were anywhere near the end of their conversation, but he couldn't see them, there were trees blocking them from view, that Leo could have sworn weren't there before. Was the Mist a thing in Narnia? He hadn't thought so, but how else could the trees appear?

Bricklethumb chuckled beside him. "It's a private conversation, and so the Great Lion wouldn't be wanting anyone to look till he's done, see?"

"Till he's done? He's not going to hurt Edmund, is he?"

"Goodness no, where did you come up with that idea? He's not tame. But he is fair."

"Ok, well, I've not had a good opinion of powerful beings, most of those I know are more into revenge and cruel punishment when someone annoys, or even slightly disrespects them."

"I've heard some of those that the Calormen's call gods do that. Are you perhaps of Calormen?"

"No, I'm from America, it's another country in the same world as Edmund's family is from. That why I talk a bit differently to them, and my accent is different." Saying that though, Leo noticed that most of the talking animals here seemed to have English accents as well, although they couldn't possibly have been to England. If they had learned English from humans who came here, where were the humans now? His attention was drawn back to the dwarf as he spoke again.

"Oh, you seem a mighty amount more comfortable with us non-human folk than Sir Peter and the ladies, so you do."

"Well, centaurs and fawns and such do live in the world we're from, but humans, at least those in our world, aren't particularly nice, as a whole, to those they deem 'different', most of the nicer non-human folk tend to avoid mortals."

"Mortals?"

Oh schist, Leo had slipped. Well, everyone knew he wasn't fully human, or at least, enough people knew that there was no point keeping it secret, so, he might as well explain to the dwarf what he meant by 'mortal'. "Basically, we called humans, full humans, 'mortals', it's just to distinguish them from the rest of us."

"Are you saying lad, that you're immortal?"

"No, I can still be killed, I mean I don't want to be, and it is something I am very much trying to avoid, but yeah, death is a thing that could happen to me."

"….So are you longer lived than a regular human?"

"I don't think so… I mean most half-bloods don't make it to being an adult anyway, most of the world is trying to kill us, so we tend to die of being stabbed, or poisoned, or bludgeoned to death, before we can die anywhere near old age. I mean the lucky ones might be able to escape all the monsters, but then they'll annoy the wrong god, and BOOM! They've been blown up..."

Leo didn't notice that the dwarf had stopped and had turned to him is horror, as he kept talking. "...A lucky few even manage to have a family, well I say lucky, they'll probably end up accidently killed by one of their children, or sacrificing themselves to a monster to save their kids, or…"

Leo was suddenly interrupted by the dwarf, who looked a little desperate as he said. "But this is just while you're at war right? Susan mentioned that your world was at war."

"Oh, no, this is all the time…"

"Then by the Lion, why would you want to go back there!"

"Because, that's where my friends are. Besides, there was a prophecy and stuff, my friends and I are going to end the war. That's why it's so important I go back."

"…You have more bravery than me lad, I could not face such a future."

"I don't mind what happens to me. I just want my friends' safe." Well, obviously Leo didn't want to die, but he knew that prophecy, 'An oath to keep with a final breath'. He may not have made the oath yet, but he knew it was him that would die for that prophecy to be fulfilled. He wasn't fine with it, but he would rather him than any of the others. A car didn't need a seventh wheel. Heck, it only needed four. But a car and a bike… sounded a bit better than a car, a bike and a unicycle.

Huh, that was a pretty accurate description. Leo was a unicycle, funny, and a clown, but ultimately, no use, except to be laughed at.

AN: Anyone else ever feel like a unicycle? Got to admit, I think it's kind of my spirit vehicle (if they exist)