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Hey everybody, welcome back. I hope everyone is doing well. Thank you so much for being here and reading this story. It really does mean a lot to me. Also, I hope everyone is enjoying the story as much as much as I am planning and writing it. I know it's not exactly the most interesting story as of yet, it didn't exactly start with the drama of a betrayal or guardian story so I appreciate you bearing with me. Now I just have to do my job and deliver everything in due time. With that out of the way, it's time for the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: PJO and HOO belong to Rick Riordan. All I own is the plot of this story and a few characters.

Now onto the story.

Central Park, New York

'What's the worse that can happen? I just had to ask!' Percy thought as he ran through Central Park, ducking underneath a javelin before turning around to deliver a quick, decapitating slash to the a hellhound that was getting too close for comfort. In a moment of quick decision making, he grabbed the top of the shaft and stepped on a lower part of the javelin with enough force to break it before he continued his run.

Back when they were flying over Central Park, Blackjack had noticed something odd when they flew by Hyperion's maple tree and when he told Percy about, Percy asked him land so he could check it out. When he walked over to the tree, he saw a group of people kneeing around the tree, chanting something in ancient Greek while a group of armored individuals stood around them standing guard with hellhounds on chain leashes and javelins stuck into the ground next to them. What happened next, he nor Blackjack didn't need to stand any closer to hear.

"Yes! Free me from this accursed prison!" Hyperion's voice boomed. Percy's eyes widened when he heard this and quickly made his presence known by shouting at the group, breaking those chanting out of their trance while Blackjack quickly got of the area. "No! Do not let him interfere. Kill the sea spawn!" Hyperion ordered, causing the group to turn their attention to the son of Poseidon, who paled as the armored soldiers released the their hellhounds and grabbed their javelins while the ones around the tree stood up and picked up their weapons. That brings them to the present, Percy running for his life through Central Park, killing the monsters if they got to close. He had no idea how long he had been running but he knew he couldn't keep it up for much longer. Worst of all, he knew he had to be careful where he ran to make sure he avoided as many civilians as possible.

'It hasn't even been a day and I'm already neck deep in trouble.' Percy cursed to himself as he dodged another javelin. Grabbing it, he spun around and quickly took aim. 'Let's see if that B in Javelin Throwing wasn't for nothing.' Throwing it, Percy was actually surprised to see himself actually hit something. The throwing weapon embedded itself through the shoulder of one of the armored soldiers, causing his comrades to stop and pull him out of harms way while the others formed a shield wall in front of them. Using this to his advantage, he quickly took a ready stance and prepared himself as a hellhound lunged at him, moving out of the way before it hit him and killing it with slash down the middle. Hearing the next hellhound, he brought his sword back up, he intercepted another hellhound's lunge with his sword. While he was able to stop the beast from tearing out his throat, its claws left shallow cuts on his torso and leg as it knocked him to floor with its body. Rolling out of the way of its another lunge, Percy quickly plunged his sword into the beast, killing and causing it explode into golden dust. In that brief moment of him looking away, one of the chanters rushed Percy and attempted to decapitate him. By sheer luck, Percy noticed him before it was too late and was able to bring his sword up in time to block the strike. Forced on the defensive as two other chanters joined in the fray, Percy let his reflexes and training kick in, blocking, slashing, and dodging whenever it seemed appropriate, managing to avoid any kind of serious injuries.

Deflecting one of the blades, Percy was finally able to create an opening and used it to smack one of the attackers in the face with the flat of his blade. With a quick thrust, he was able to stab his sword through another's leg, just above the knee, and shouldering them off the sword. Whipping around just in time, Percy was able to deflect the next attack to the side before elbowing the woman in the face before smacking her in the face with a flat part of the blade, putting her out of the commission. The last one came stumbling back into the fight only to be disarmed in his disorganized attack and hit with the pommel of Riptide, knocking him unconscious. Delivering a hard kick to the face of the one writhing in pain on the floor, he rendered the man unconscious as well. As he was trying to catch his breath and assess the light injuries he obtained in the fight, Percy was struck in the arm with an arrow. Hissing in pain as he hid behind a tree for cover, he quickly turned his attention to his new injury. The injury wasn't as bad as he thought, with the arrow going clean through his arm. Clenching his teeth, Percy broke the shaft and removed the arrow, cursing in Greek as he did so. Taking a peek out from behind his cover, another arrow embedded itself into the other side of the tree, causing him to recoil back. Risking another peek, he saw that armored soldiers had taken up a defensive position in front of the two archers in the form of a short shield wall.

"Oh come on! That's just not fair!" Percy yelled out to them as another arrow ricocheted off the side of the tree into the ground nearby. "Well, at least it can't get any worse." He muttered to himself. Getting ready to make a break for the next large tree, a cry of pain caught his attention and Percy looked back around the tree. Barely catching a glimpse of it, an arrow had found it's way into the neck of one of the archers, much to surprising everyone. To Percy, it looked like the weirdest case of friendly fire. Before anyone could really react, another arrow flew through the air and the found it's mark in the heart of the second archer who was looking around to see where the first arrow came from. In the confusion following the sudden arrows strikes, Percy figure it was time to fightback, maybe even get some answers. Rushing out from his cover, Percy caught a glimpse of his unexpected ally. A man in full Greek battle armor with a blue plume on his helmet. He seemed to have noticed Percy as well as he quickly made the bow disappear after killing another of the soldiers before pulling a sword out of seemingly nowhere and charged the confused attackers.

Creating a miniature hurricane around him, Percy was the first to collide into the shield wall, the storm around him knocking the shields out of the way and the soldiers off balance as it caught them by surprise, creating a gap for him to charge through. Breaking through, he made a low slash that cut into the thigh of one of the soldiers and smacking the man with the flat of his blade before being forced to back away by the spears of the three remaining attackers.

Forgotten by the enemy, Percy's unknown ally stabbed his sword through the back of one of the soldiers. Pulling the blade back out, he swiftly defended himself from the man next to him. Percy quickly rejoined the fray as he lunged forward with a stab only to have it deflected by the shield before having to block a thrust from their spear. Being forced back after a couple of minutes of trading blows and light injuries, Percy and his ally soon found themselves side by side, both them and the enemy soldiers taking a moment to catch their breaths.

"Hey, how's it going? I'm Percy." Percy greet his new found ally in between breaths with a handshake.

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Hunter." He replied, shaking Percy's hand.

"Any idea who these guys are?"

"The ones in the armor are Trojans. The others ones were most likely demigods from the look of it."

"Great. Not even a day outside of camp and I already got people trying to kill me." Percy groaned. He had a feeling today was gonna suck. "Any idea why?"

"You're Percy Jackson, take a guess." Hunter replied. "Now as much as I would like to play 20 Questions with you right now, how about we send these two back to Hades first. Deal?"

"Deal." Percy got into his fighting stance once again. Hunter grinned under his helmet as he took his battle stance. The two exhausted Trojans quickly got back into their shields back up and got ready to fight. Creating another miniature storm around him, Percy charged his opponent. This time, however, the storm lack the force of the first one as exhaustion and the injuries were starting to take its toll on the son of Poseidon, giving the Trojan a better chance at fighting back. The two exhausted combatants continued to clash weapons until Percy finally gained the advantage when he cut the Trojan's forearm on his spear arm, causing him to drop his weapon in pain. In the brief moment where the man was focused on his injury, Percy slipped past the shield and cut the back of the man's knee, forcing him to one knee before Percy kneed him in the face which knocked him on to his back and caused him to drop his shield. The man made one last attempt to get up but was met with the point of Percy's sword at his throat. Giving one last dazed and angry look at Percy as he shift to sit on his knees, the Trojan spat at Percy and closed his eyes, ready for the blade to pierce his throat but was instead knocked out by the young man.

As Hunter and the Trojan circled each other, waiting for the other to make the first move, the Trojan noticed that Hunter shifted his gaze to watch Percy as he took down his opponent. Making the first move, the Trojan tried to run his spear through his opponent, only to for Hunter to simply avoid it. Dodging the thrust from the spear, Hunter grabbed the shaft of the weapon and pulled it from his grasp, causing the man to be pulled forward with the weapon as he tried to hold on to it. This act was soon met with Hunter striking the man in the head with the pommel of his sword, causing him to stagger back and release the weapon. Willing his sword away into a ring, a silver ring with a sea green band around it, Hunter pressed a button on his watch, which expanded into a shield over his left arm, and took the spear in his right hand. The Trojan drew his sword as he recovered from the hit and tried to continue his attack so that Hunter couldn't use the spear's range to his advantage, only to have the sword blocked and Hunter stab the spear into the man's foot, pinning him to the ground. As the man started to screamed in pain, Hunter bashed the rim of his shield into the Trojan's face, effective silencing the man and ending the fight. Returning his shield into its watch form, he turned to talk to Percy only to find him pointing Riptide at him.

"Who are you and how do you know who I am?" Percy asked. Hunter just raised his hands in surrender.

"Like I said, I'm Hunter. And as for knowing who you are, it's not hard. You're one of the most famous and powerful demigod of this era. We've all heard your name and deeds." The answer didn't get Percy to put his sword down.

"Why did those people want to kill me?" Percy said keeping him at a distance as Hunter wandered the battlefield and checked over each of the bodies.

"They want you out of the way. To them, you're one of their biggest threats." Hunter said with a sigh. "It's was my job to watch over you and make sure you were safe in case they came after you once you left camp. In a stroke of irony, you decided to pick a fight with them first. I would have been here to help you sooner but you got a head start when you left camp and took a pegasus while I had to find and steal a vehicle to catch up." hunter explained. He thought about how it was a good thing that the Legion forced him to learn how to drive when they did otherwise he might not have made it in time to help Percy.

"Why were you ordered to follow me?" Percy asked, blinking hard. He could feel himself sweating and his breathing was starting to become labored but he just chalked it up to him exhaustion.

"You're important to Olympus and her children. Many of demigods look up to you and the Gods respect you, even if some of them don't like you. Your death would be a massive blow to the morale of the demigods of both camps and would greatly boost the morale of the enemy."

"So how did you find me then?" Hunter stood up and whistled. A few seconds later, Blackjack ran in from the side, his wings folded against the side of his body.

'S'up, boss. I see you met my new friend here.' Blackjack said.

"Your friend, Blackjack, was kind enough to help me find you. He told me about what happened at Hyperion's Tree."

"I'm surprised he trusts you. Blackjack normally doesn't like anyone besides me." Percy said lowering his weapon but not put it away. If Blackjack trusted him enough to let him help him then he could trust him enough not to hold him at sword point. As he was lowering his weapon, Percy started to really feel full the effects of whatever he was coming down with.

'Boss, you feeling alright? You look a little pale.' Blackjack asked. Hunter cursed in ancient Greek when he watched Percy sway back and forth before ultimately falling over. Catching him before he could hit the ground, Hunter checked Percy's pulse and letting out a sigh of relief as he found it.

"He's must have used up too much of his energy while fighting but there's something else wrong." Hunter said as he looked him over. Percy's skin was clammy and he was start to burn up. Quickly rushing over the where Percy discarded the arrow that had struck him earlier, he examined the arrowhead and could immediately knew there was poison that coated the arrowhead. "Does he have a bottle of water or something I can use to help heal him?" Hunter asked as he threw the broken arrow to the side as he walked back over.

'I think I saw the boss stuff a canteen in his duffel bag. Try that.' Reaching into the duffel bag, Hunter found the canteen Blackjack mentioned, next to a flask of nectar, which he mentally noted for later, after a few moments of searching. Opening it up, he could immediately tell it was sea water. While there wasn't a lot inside, there was enough to at least begin the healing process. Pouring most of it on his wounds, the salt water began to take effect as the injuries began to heal. Using the last bit to pour it on his face, Percy's eyes fluttered open and a groan escaped his lips.

"Why does it feel like I just took on the Minotaur in a wrestling match?" Percy groaned.

"That arrow you were hit by was poisoned." Hunter explain as put the canteen to the side and walked back over to the Percy's stuff and grabbed his flask. "I used the water in your canteen to start the healing process and counteract the poison but we need to get back to camp to get you checked out by a healer to make sure all of the poison is out of your system." Handing him the flask, Percy took a sip from it and immediately began to feel better. Getting up, Percy walked over the his stuff and took out a new shirt. He decided that he could trust him as not only Blackjack trusted him but also saved his life, or at least gave him time to seek actual help.

"How? Camp Half-Blood is closing today, remember?" Percy said as he tossed his torn and bloody Camp Half-Blood shirt to the side for the moment. He sustain a few injures in the fight but between the nectar and the salt water, all his wounds, except the one on his arm, had healed.

"I'm not talking about your camp. I'm talking about mine." Hunter said as began collecting his arrows when a roar of distant monster was heard on the wind. Percy looked around on edge while Hunter seemed unfazed by it. "The wind lies. They're further than you think." Percy didn't seem to take any comfort in that. "Let me collect my arrows and we'll get going." Hunter said with a sigh.

"What about the bodies?" Percy asked, looking at the bodies.

"The Trojan's, at least the ones that are dead, will turn to ash after awhile. Whatever magic brought them back from the dead seems to cause their bodies to disintegrate after awhile. Found that out the hard way, by the way. Halfway through burying them and the bodies just fall apart into ash. My scouts were not happy." Hunter said with a chuckle at the reaction of his scouts when they went to move the body, only to have them dissolve into ash.

"And the demigods?" Percy asked and Hunter immediately released a heavy sigh, knowing full well that, unlike the Trojans he had killed, they weren't the dead brought back to life. They were and

"Hopefully they'll grab their friends, both dead and alive, when they wake up and if not, the detachment my commander sent will find them and give them a proper burial. They may be our enemy but they still deserve to be treated like people." Hunter said as he collected his last arrow and places it back into his quiver. "Now if you have any questions about who as Shall we be off?" Percy thought for a moment before nodded and turning to Blackjack.

"Think you handle can handle it?" The pegasus just let out a huff.

'Do I think I can handle it? Of course, I can.' Blackjack said as if his pride had been challenged.

"Well, you heard the pegasus. Let's go." Hunter said as he and Percy climbed on the winged horse. With that, Blackjack took off, albeit with a bit more of a struggle as he wasn't use to the weight of two people. With them in the air, Percy could still feel the poison in his body and knew that soon enough it would start taking effect again.

"Where are we going, anyway?"

"The Legion camp." Percy turned and gave him a confused look. "You've been there before, I've been told, in one of your dreams." This only caused more confusion for the young son of Poseidon. "Never mind. You see it when we get there. I'll guide Blackjack. For now, you should rest. You're still recovering."

"How do I know I can trust this legion you're a part of?" Percy said not wanting to fall asleep while heading to the unknown place, no matter how appealing the idea of sleep was.

"I swear on the River Styx that you will be safe when we arrive at the Legion camp and no harm will come to you." Thunder boomed in the distance, sealing the oath. "The Legion fights on the sides of the Olympus and her children. We all swore to do so. Now rest, young Perseus. We still have a ways to go." Percy reluctantly agreed before closing his eyes to rest. Sleep came quickly and he began nodding off. Feeling Hunter grasp his shoulder to keep him steady and to keep him from falling off of Blackjack, he thought he heard him muttered one last thing. "Rest well, little brother." With that, Percy once more lost consciousness.

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And that's a wrap. Thank you so much for being here. We have our first fight scene in this chapter so be sure to let me know what you guys think because I haven't really done anything doesn't involve firearms. I had to go through this chapter several times and edit several portions multiple times because they seemed too outlandish and crazy. I don't know. Any feedback would be appreciated for this.

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