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Hello everybody. Hope you are doing well. I kinda forgot to mention this in the last author note. I have no set updating schedule. It just sorta happens so I'm sorry if I take a bit of time to update this story. Anyways that's all I got for you today so onto the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: PJO and HOO belongs to Rick Riordan. All I own is the plot of the story and some characters.

Now onto the story.

Camp Half-Blood, Several years later

In the years following the end of the war against Gaea and the Giants, both camps enjoyed the well deserved piece. At Camp Half-Blood, the number of demigods increased exponentially, numbering into well into a little over hundred demigods as more and more demigods were brought to camp. Along with the increase of demigods, the number of quests issued also increased, although not by very much. Most these quests were simple quests and rarely resulted in fatalities anymore as one of the members of the quest was usually an older and more experienced member of camp. These newer campers pushed themselves to live up to the example set up by the immortal campers and the hero, Percy Jackson.

As for the son of Poseidon, he spent the past few years helping the campers improve on their skills with a sword while also trying to manage his relationship with his girlfriend, Annabeth, before their recent break up. Contrary to the rumors, it wasn't a messy break up like so many would like to believe. Rather, they both agree that to break it off, although the reasons for them doing so were never stated to others. While two still remained friends due to how long their relationship lasted, there was that general awkwardness left over from the break up.

"Alright, that's it for today. Keep practicing those techniques and when everyone's gotten it down, we'll move on to more advance ones." The son of Poseidon announced as he dismissed his class. Percy, now a 19 year old young man, walked around the arena, gathering up with the some of the extra training equipment with a handful of other demigods and setting them on the racks nearby. Looking at his watch, Percy sighed as it was only around 10AM, giving him plenty of time to kill until lunch. Deciding to stay in the arena, Percy drew Riptide and extended it into it's full length. Hacking away at the training dummy, he let his thoughts wander. One thought process that seem to get his attention was the fact that he was one of the oldest campers now as most camper either left to start their life outside of the camp's borders when they reached a certain age, usually 18, or never lived to make it that far.

Another thing that Percy also noticed was that camp was ending soon and he would be forced to leave, lest he wanted to eaten by Harpies, meaning he would have to find a place to stay until camp started up again. Normally, he would have just stayed with his mother and stepfather but with how old he was now, he felt as though he was intruding in their lives and putting them in danger due to his status as a child of the Big Three, despite what they said about them not minding having him around. No, he would find another place to stay until then.

His thought process was interrupted by a voice behind him, causing him to whip around, sword at the ready. Almost immediately, he recognized the person behind as his mentor and friend, Chiron.

"Steady, young Perseus. I mean you no harm." Chiron said with a smile. Percy relaxed and capped Riptide.

"Sorry, Chiron. I was lost in thought." Percy said apologetically.

"I can tell." Chiron said as he trotted up Percy. "So what troubles you, my boy?" Percy sighed as he began spinning Riptide in it's pen form in between his fingers, a habit he had picked up over the years.

"I've been thinking about how I'm the one of the oldest camper around for starters." Percy said. "Demigods my age don't stay in camp very often. Most have started lives outside of camp or..." He trailed off, Chiron catching on to what he was implying.

"I see your problem." Chiron said stroking his beard until he remembered that Percy was initially going to college with Annabeth. "What happened to you going to college?" Percy flinched at the mention of college, making Chiron raised an eyebrow.

"I was kinda asked to leave. Apparently colleges don't like it when a pack of hellhounds tear up the dorms or miniature hurricanes in the library." Percy said with a nervous laugh and scratching the back of his neck. Chiron just blinked a couple of times as he stared at the son of Poseidon. Percy noticed him staring and quickly took interest in the ground. "I guess I forgot how powerful my scent was." He mumbled to himself.

"It's an easy thing to forget in these times of peace." Chiron said as he collected himself from his shock. "So what do you intend on doing now, Perseus?"

"I don't know. Chiron. I guess I'll stick around until camp ends and then I'll just figure it out from there." Percy said with a heavy sigh.

"Well you have a few weeks until the end of camp so you have time to figure it out." Chiron said before changing the topic to something of a lighter nature. "Tell me, are you ready for capture the flag this evening?" Percy mood instantly brightened.

"Of course. I'm on the blue team this time." Percy said, getting excited for the event. "Of course, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be put on flag defense again but I think that's fair." Chiron could only laugh at the way Percy, like many other demigods, got excited for the event.

"Yes, well I wish you the best of luck, young Perseus. Unfortunately, I must be off. Dionysus has demanded a rematch in pinochle and denying a god is never a good idea. Farewell, Perseus." Chiron said as he began to walk off toward the Big House while Percy waved him off, leaving him alone once more. Unsure what to do anymore and not having the anymore classes to teach, Percy decided to return to his cabin. Walking back to his cabin, he past several demigods that waved to him and said hi, to which he greeted them back. As he reach the cabins, a loud boom came from the Aphrodite followed by a screaming, causing everyone to jump in surprise and turn their attention to the cabin while a group of camper from the Hermes Cabin, lead by Connor Stoll, took off running. As the cabin door opened, a cloud of pink smoked rolled out followed by closely by several members of the Aphrodite Cabin who were each cover head to toe in what looked like pink glitter. The campers that were around to witness the event were quick to laugh, including Percy, who was glad to see Connor still pranking people with his other half siblings despite the fact that Travis was still off at college.

Entering Cabin 3, Percy made his way over to his bunk and laid down. Staring up at the ceiling, he took the time to once more think about his situation. He knew he had to figure out something before he left camp. If he didn't come up with a plan by the time he left camp, he was going to be in bad spot due to his scent would attract every monsters within a couple of miles. With a heavy sigh, Percy closed his eyes and let himself drift into the realm of Morpheus. Maybe sleep will provide some answers.

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As Percy opened his eyes, his vision was filled with the sight of a camp unlike any he's been in before. He seemed be standing in the middle of a crossroad leading to three separate sections of the camp. One path lead to a section of camp that was clearly of Greek influence, which reminded him of Camp Half-Blood in a way, while the another path lead to a Roman section, which reminded him of the Camp Jupiter. The last road really interested him. The road lead to an almost modern area but still held the Roman and Greek influence.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" a voice said from behind him. Turning around, he came face to helmeted face of an armored ancient Greek soldier, a red plume attached to his helmet. The one thing that threw Percy off was the fact that he couldn't see the soldier's face through the openings in his helmets, a black void covering his facial features. The only think he could see, although barely, were the man's eyes, a strikingly familiar shade of blue. Opening his mouth, no sound came out and he remembered he couldn't speak in these dreams. Out of nowhere, a contubernium in full Roman armor ran through him, two of them carrying banners, one with the roman numeral 'VII' and 'XIV' on the other, as well as the other soldiers carried other supplies as they headed to the Roman section of camp. "And to think that this was all just a idea three years ago. Even some lost Romans have joined with us." He said as Percy watched a group of Spartans, or what looked like Spartans, march past, fully armored with weapons in hand, toward the Greek side of the camp. "In time, I hope to finally meet you and that you will join us as well, young son of Poseidon, but until then, keep an eye out. The Fates may still have plans for you." The man said as a final warning, looking directly at Percy. Feeling himself being pulled away, he took one last look around the camp before he ultimately woke up.

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Percy awoke to the sound of the horn being blow to signal lunch. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he got up and stumbled his way to the door, blinking hard as the sunlight hit his eye. Closing the door behind him, Percy took the time while walking to dining pavilion to try remembering the dream. Like all dreams before, he was having trouble recalling it. He knew someone had spoken to him but all he could remember was a warning that the Fates may not be done with him yet, something he had figured out himself if he had to be honest. Arriving at the dining pavilion, he quickly got his food and sacrificed a portion of it to his father before taking a seat at the Poseidon table. Listening to the announcements from Chiron, including the announcement of capture the flag, which was met with a cheer from the campers, Percy let his thoughts drift slowly back to what took place in his dream, hoping to that remember something about it.

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Legion Camp

The man with the red plume stood there as the presence of Percy Jackson disappeared. He didn't want to be vague with the young man but he knew what demigod dreams were like and knew that most won't remember what happened upon waking up

"Andromeda." The man turned around to see who had spoken up only to find a IM behind him, showing a small group of men. Unlike him, all the men shown wore a lighter version of the Greek armor that was standard in the Legion, instead of the bronze chest plate. They still wore the normal standard helmets with the exception of the man standing directly in front of the IM as he had a blue plume attached to his helmet, signifying him as an officer.

"Hunter, what do you have to report?"

"We wiped out another group of monsters. I swear they're getting larger each time. Also, the Hunters of Artemis are on the move again. They seem to be growing frustrated with the fact that every pack of monsters their scouts find always end up a pile of dust before they can regroup and deal with them." Hunter said with an amused tone. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say we're starting to get under Lady Artemis's skin."

"Did you clean up after yourselves?"

"Of course, we left nothing behind but piles of golden dust for the wind. As far as the Hunt knows, those monsters killed themselves."

"Good. We mustn't be found out yet, especially not by the Hunt. Lady Artemis would hunt us to the ends of the earth if she were to discover us."

"Well, we seem to be okay on that front. I eavesdropped in on a conversation while Lady Artemis and her lieutenant were away. Apparently, they're can't seem to figure out what's happening to the monsters they keep finding and it's driving them up the walls. Should we keep doing what we're doing?"

"For now but be ready, we were just visited by youngest son of Poseidon and I can only guess what that mean." Andromeda said as he rubbed his chin.

"Wait, you talked to him without me?!" Hunter said loudly. "That's just not fair."

"Don't worry, you can talk to him as much as you want when he comes to camp."

"But who knows how long that'll be." Hunter complained before getting serious again when one of his subordinates came running up to him.

"Sir, we might have a problem." The woman said.

"What kind of problem?" Hunter said.

"The last team just came back from hunting the monsters that escaped."

"Finally. What took them so long?"

"They overheard one of the monsters and they said that the monsters were suppose to meet up with another group here in that clearing. The team set out to find that extra group and it turns out that they weren't monsters."

"Rogue demigods?"

"We don't know for sure." The woman said. "But we think they were mortals. The odd part was that they didn't speak English or any modern language. They only spoke in ancient Greek from what we heard. Along with that, they were armed with weapons and armor from ancient times but we're not sure from which city-state."

"Where are they now?" Andromeda asked, who seemed to be contemplating the situation.

"Dead. They turned hostile when our scouts approached them to try talking to them and were forced to kill them in self-defense. I'm sorry, sir."

"No need to apologize. I won't fault the men for defending themselves. Gather up their gear and equipment and return to camp. We'll see if anyone here can identify it. Also be sure to bury the bodies. Even our enemies deserve that right."

"Yessir." The woman crossed her right arm over her chest with a closed fist over her heart and bowed slightly, the common salute in the Legion, before leaving.

"Let's hope Warrior can at least figure it out." Hunter said crossing his arms as he rubbed his bearded chin, noting that he was going have to shave soon.

"Indeed. Go with them and I'm sorry to have to ask this of you but withdraw your men and return to camp. I'll inform the Gods that founded the Legion of what just happened."

"Got it. See you back at camp, sir."

"You too, Hunter." With that, Hunter saluted and swiped the IM. Andromeda just sighed and made his way to the war room to call a meeting. It would seem they would have to move up their timetables.

A/N

And that's a wrap. Thank you so much for being here. Let me know what you guys think of this story. Considering how new this story is, feed is greatly appreciated. If I got something wrong, let me know because I will admit, it's been awhile since I've read the books. If I change something, I will be sure to let you know so you don't get confused.

I tried to kinda bring up things that you don't see very often in these kind of stories, like the fact that in Camp Half-Blood, demigods tended to leave camp at a certain point, making older campers very few. And instead of making Percy an outcast from the camp, it kinda felt it to be more fitting that the end of the camp coming up serves as the reason why Percy has to leave. Percy is beloved by pretty much everyone in the camp so having them hate him or shun him for whatever reason didn't seem right to me. Let me know what you guys think.

Also, a bit of a heads up, there will be a timeskip next chapter. You have been warned.

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