Perseus: God of War

Chapter Nine: Captures, Candors and Confessions -Part A

Disclaimer:

Γεια σας άνθρωποι ! or Geia sas ánthropoi

OR

Hello people!

As you are aware it is Shinju, this here is my first fanfic aptly named Perseus: God of War!

The franchises Percy Jackson and God of War are owned by Rick Riordan and David Jaffe.

Any Greek/Latin words and phrases used are through Google Translate (Greek/Latin)

I don't beat around the bush so let start with the story:

Location: Montauk, Near Cabin.

BOOM!

"Ble…" Clarisse put a hand on her mouth… flaying her other arm wildly.

Percy removed the barf bag from their supplies.

"Blech!"

"Damn you…Jackson."

"Yeah…yeah" he replied. Percy immediately made a water bowl in front of her.

Clarisse used it to clean the remnants, "I am not agreeing to this…even if it's a life and death situation."

Percy patted her back and nodded.

"So why are we here?"

"Look at that cabin…" pointing towards the cabin in question.

"Is this where…"

"Yes… I keep some supplies here and this is also one of the closest points that have access to the sea."

"So now we are going by sea travel?

"Yes…and don't panic unlike my jumps these just include being pushed through the water and an air bubble around your head, the water pressure won't act against you if you are in contact with me."

"That's good, because if I had to go through that again…I would have to redefine the term 'feminine fury'."

Percy gulped… he did not want to stay in her path if that was the case.

"Well…let's get the supplies and continue on…" As Clarisse was about to enter it…she was blocked like an invisible barrier in her path.

Percy saw this and called out, "You may have spent time with my mother here…but this property belonged to my mother and now it belongs to me, as such I can allow whomsoever I please…Father."

In a flash appeared Poseidon and… Athena?

"Percy…"

"No, Dad…" he interrupted.

"My mother wanted me to make my own decisions and I am doing just that…whether you like it or not."

"My…my Perseus…such hostility."

"Well, when you are dealing with beings who believe that the planet is their playground…you tend to develop it."

Athena bristled but Percy continued.

"So, I believe you are here because of the attack on Piraeus Port."

"You already know about it?" Poseidon asked.

"Come on, father…you can't fight two wars back-to-back, have a daughter of wisdom as your companion and not learn a thing or two… when it is war that we see, information is the key…" replied Percy playfully.

"You are here since you need our help?" asked Clarisse in turn.

"Only Percy's…" corrected Athena.

"Well, fact of the matter is that she is coming…" said Percy with finality in his tone.

"But she…"

"She is the daughter of Ares and you are the sister of Ares… it doesn't matter, what matters is, the reason she is fighting. She believes what Ares did was wrong… she believes in making a good world for her siblings and demigods who are condemned because of association. She believes in me… just like I believe in her. You are not going to change my mind on it and you might as well stop. Save both our times."

"Hmm." Athena remained neutral in expression but any experienced demigod knew that she wouldn't let this go.

Clarisse for her part looked at Percy like he said that he wasn't the son of Poseidon any longer. She realized that Percy truly…

"You love her, don't you?" Poseidon asked.

"Yes" came the simple yet firm answer.

"Now onto my question…"

"Yes, we are here in regards to your help being provided for Piraeus Port." Answered Poseidon. Athena looked catatonic, and why wouldn't she…she was being forced into asking help from a demigod that was the son of her rival.

"I am going to help them…not because I want to help you…but because I am helping the demigods stuck there… even if they would have been the spawns of Ares himself…"

If Athena looked angry before…she was murderous now. Here was a demigod who was mocking her and Olympus's beliefs left and right. She was so close to using her spear and mounting Percy on it, (/AN: like the wooden stake of Dracula.) but Artemis's words came to her,

"Get it through your prideful skull. The only demigod right now who can directly interfere and take them head on without consequence is Percy. The children of the Big Three have that power. I would have lent you Thalia and even the Hunters but the Laws only allow them fighting in Olympus's name. Hades's son can't because he is under his father. Jason Grace is a God. Hazel is in New Rome and immortally sworn in to the Legion. That leaves Percy. You can either accept his help and see your city and people live or let them fall and also lose a large chunk of the power of War. You may even lose your domain on the side of Greeks to Bellona."

If she got angry…thousands would die and so, would she. She was sure that she could take Perseus but that would not only cause problems in regards to Poseidon but also Olympus…her children would then be treated the same as Ares's spawns. She sighed and said,

"I don't care whether you fight in our name…just save Athens."

"That's all I needed to here." Replied Percy.

"Now then…if you would remove the barrier…" indicated Percy.

With a snap the barrier was removed.

"Clarisse, you can now pass." After a few minutes Percy and Clarisse came out wearing armours. Poseidon and Athena no longer in the clearing.

"Well, that was fun…"

"Fun…you call confronting two gods…one of which is literally a few feet away from his domain…FUN!" Shouted Clarisse.

"Yeah… listen Clarisse…this is one of the reasons of Humanitera's creation."

"To fight gods…" she asked numbly.

"To stop gods…if needed." He added.

"You love me…huh?"

"Yes. I tried denying it for a long time…but I can't anymore." As he took her hand in his, their fingers intertwined. (/AN: Time Period between earlier chapters )

"You Dummy."

"Wha…" Clarisse looked away, blushing.

"Clarisse, the badass warrior girl called me, Dummy. The end in near."

"Shut up. Now get on with it."

Percy compiled and they walked in the see, not feeling the wetness of the water, they walked deeper and an air bubble formed around Clarisse's head.

"Come on War-girl. God speed." And they zoomed though the marine environment.

Camp Half-Blood, Athena Cabin:

Raymond was staring at the ceiling. Things had been tensed for him. After the whole Ares escape fiasco and his rant…er…conversation, he had been silent from then on. He had been in a very hard place…couple of days back. His conversations with the rest of the cabin were quite strained as well. He could just imagine what the other cabin councillors were going through. Especially Sherman. Unlike the sheep that consisted of the latest batch of demigods residing within camp walls, he knew that the children of Ares were not to be blamed for a crime of their sire's.

Alas, that opinion wasn't shared by many… he couldn't afford speaking up not only against these campers but also, his mother. Now, even more so given the attack of Piraeus Port. He was informed by Chiron.

Flashback

"Chiron…" he spoke from his place at the door of the big house.

"Come in, my child." Was the permission given.

"What happened? A nymph informed me that you require my presence urgently."

"You may want to sit down…"

"I'll stand… news hasn't been good for us but I can still take it."

Chiron nodded and continued, "The Gods have informed us that Ares has started the war with a pre-emptive strike at…Piraeus Port, Athens."

Of all things that he had expected, this attack had been not one of them…logically speaking, Ares was a god who would go for the head first. Namely, Olympus. Attacking a god's chosen city…in presence of mortals without any caution was not one of them. If his involvement with a secret helper was being doubted then…it wasn't now.

He slowly sat on the chair beside him and put his shaking hands on his head.

"How did Olympus respond…"

"As far as we know…they can't mobilise their army since the City of Olympus hasn't been attacked. The Iris is malfunctioning. Annabeth had luckily called from her end, which caused it to override for a short amount of time. Enough for the message to get across."

"And Mother?"

"Gods are forbidden to interfere directly, which only leaves demigods."

"I'll go."

"Alone?"

"I may take others…but yes, if need be. I will take up this quest."

"Think child, this is a quest with no one would take…even if you did. You need a prophecy, given Rachel's oracle powers are malfunctioning and she currently resides in Camp Jupiter, which is across the country. By the time you reach…the battle ends and you would be left with nothing."

"So, what do you expect me to do?! Let them die?" He shouted.

"No…I don't want people to die either! But think, you have no means to get a quest, no means get across the country and even if you do…it isn't confirmed whether you can get a prophecy."

"I currently suggest you rest for a couple of hours."

Raymond silently nodded and walked towards his cabin.

Flashback End.

These couple of hours… he hadn't slept even a wink. His mind reeling back to the topic that haunted him. Multiple scenarios of possible solutions…yet he hit dead-end after dead-end.

"What the hell can I do?!"

"How the hell can I get a prophecy?" he shouted to no one.

Suddenly his eyes widened,

Prophecy?

"Apollo!"

He ran to the mess hall like Cerebos was on his tail.

"What does Apollo like?"

Honey… (/AN: I searched that…if it is wrong…replace it with something that he likes.)

"Oh, great Apollo, One of Foresight and Prophecy, Bringer of plagues and God of Healing…answer my prayers." Suddenly the flames flickered from orange-red to golden-yellow.

"Well, this is certainly new…a son of Athena calls unto me? Curious. So, what is this time…advice to take you girlfriend out to dinner, how to pull the moves on the birdies. Some haikus… or my awesomeness."

"Apologies, Lord Apollo…I seek a prophecy."

"Prophecy?"

"I intend to take the quest to Athens…as you may know about Ares's attack."

"Piraeus Port…who doesn't?" quipped the God of Bachelors.

"Don't you have my oracle here?" asked a confused Apollo.

"The current oracle has left this camp and resides in Roman borders and is also malfunctioning." Raymond was seriously getting impatient, since Apollo was either just annoying him or was just stupid enough to forget about his own oracle.

"Ah! I see how that would be a problem."

"Yes, My Lord."

"Unfortunately, I can't…"

"You can't…" replied Raymond, weakly.

"It is not that I don't want to. It's just that I only give a prophecy, when one is sent to me by The Fates."

"Oh…"

"But I may have a solution…as far-fetched it may seem."

"Huh?" came the response, Raymond's expression changing into a hopeful one.

"You will have to convince my other half…the Roman half to take you to the camp's borders and override the Oracle spirit in Rachel…it may not be proper but…the prophecy may give you something."

Raymond thought long and hard… this was better than nothing…but there were dangerous stakes and obstacles.

Problem 1: Convincing the Roman Apollo and hopefully he doesn't get killed being the Son of Athena…er Minerva and also a Greek demigod.

Problem 2: Athena, herself…given he was going to Rome…and ask roman help.

Problem 3: Terminus, God of Boundaries. If by luck he reaches there convincing him to let him through was another headache.

Problem 4: Audience with The Senate… both Problem 3 and 4 may be solved if Apollo was present.

Problem 5: Finding Rachel and convincing her to take part in Apollo's experiment.

Problem 6: The prophecy itself… given that the oracle is going to go in override… it may spout a wrong prophecy. Wrong prophecy means…wrong adventure…which means high chances of death.

But he needed to do something… he wasn't going to be a sitting duck now…he was doing this for his siblings.

"Yes." Came the simple answer.

"Good. Prepare yourself…" and they appeared outside camp borders and the clearing was filled with light.

In front of him stood a man.

Apollo. Roman Apollo.

Before, Apollo…the Greek one was in the form of a seventeen-year-old youth, with curly blond hair and a perfect tan. He wore tattered jeans, a black T-shirt and a white linen jacket with glittering rhinestone lapels.

Now, the Roman Apollo…was in the form of a beardless youth, with long flowing hair floating as it were in the wind, comely and graceful, crowned with laurel, his garments and sandals shining with gold. In one hand he holds a bow and arrows, in the other a lyre.

"So, from what I gather…from my oh so annoying Greek-half…" his voice dripping with disdain.

"… you, Spawn of Minerva or Athena need my aid, to get to my Camp."

"Tell me why should I?"

Raymond gulped and answered, "My Lord… I won't lie and state that it is for Olympus…" power flared, "… I have fought two wars and it may not be on the front lines but I did help where I could… lying to you is useless…God of Truth. I do this not for Olympus…but for my siblings, that is my duty…not for Rome, not for my sire, not for Olympus…but for my family. Perseus Jackson in his presence did instil in us… all of us some measure of Loyalty. I am not him, neither am I powerful…but I will do what I can. Not to be the hero… but to be the one who does what is right. I have no other alternative."

Apollo looked at Raymond critically, Raymond kneeling on the ground in front of him. He finally answered.

"Stand Demigod…" Raymond shot up.

"In all my existence… I never would have thought that I would be impressed by a Greek, but you son of Athena…have conquered your flaw…just as Perseus did not so long ago. Pride beats the best of us… you have conquered yours. I will provide you, my aid. Meet me with your supplies in ten minutes here again, demigod."

Raymond gaped and realized what was said. He thanked Apollo and ran in the direction of his cabin.

"You play a dangerous game, Apollo." Phoebus spoke in his mind.

"I know…but this is the only available way." Answered the Greek-half.

"If this fails, the camps fall in chaos… a much greater version of what is now."

"I know…"

"This is foolish…"

"I know…"

"Knowing and acting are two different things…"

"Let's hope…my other half."

Locations: Docks of Piraeus Port.

"Come On! Climb!" whispered Percy to Clarisse.

"Yes…" as she came out of the water and started climbing.

As they were climbing…they saw the destruction around them, the docks were burned, A few demigod bodies on the ground.

"We need to…" just as Clarisse was about to continue… Percy put a hand on her mouth,

"Shh…" he indicated pointing towards the lousy pairs of monsters in red.

"Ahh, fuck… no more demigods. These spawns of Athena while tasting delicious are now of no use. Ares has sent an attack at the main office. We weren't even informed. Guard duty! Bah! They are there pushing on the gates of the Owl Whore's temple and we are here waiting for regrouping!" shouted a nameless monster.

"These monsters talk…" whispered Clarisse.

"Yes… they seem to have thought processes as well. That's what Nestor informed me. For now, we will listen."

"But…"

"I know you want to save the demigods… I do too, but without information we will be running around like headless chickens and that would lead to a disaster."

Clarisse finally conceded.

"Now let's listen…"

"I still don't understand the need to attack Athens…really?" said another monster.

"Ares want Athena as his whore… you know how gods are." Came the reply.

"And what about Aphrodite?"

"The more, the better I suppose."

"But I still don't understand he would approach Ares."

"Our Lord does things seldom understood…" said the monster, leaning on a broken pillar.

"What Lord?" mused Percy.

"Let's just continue waiting…" Percy nodded, he disappeared, the same speed activating that he had against Hercules. A water whip formed around the monster swung from behind the pillar and he was held in place. Clarisse appeared behind the other one with a spear through its back, it dissipated.

The monster had his hands on the water whip, trying to pull it off but to no avail. It growled and started shouting…which well…came out more as a squeak.

"Demigods…"

"Yes, I am not going to waste my time with you and play mind games… I ask the questions…you answer the questions. As simple as that…"

"Fuck you…"

"Yeah…that's probably not what you say to the man who will torture you…"

"Heh… you…the righteous demigod, Percy Jackson…torture me? Anything you can do…can't be worse than my master."

"Oh… I am sure…but see I have a very specific skillset. Skills acquired over the course of two wars and a number of deadly quests. Now, tell me how many soldiers are we facing?"

The monster growled and spat with it serpentine tongue on Percy's face.

Percy wiped it and looked at Clarisse, "War-girl, please I request you look away…"

"No." Clarisse replied.

"But…"

"You are not a monster to me Percy, never have and never will be… I have seen torture before."

Percy sighed, "Then prepare yourself…" The gift or the curse, that he so dreaded was once more needed, Blood Bending.

As he started clenching his fist, the monster started… laughing.

That wasn't expected.

"Your water powers aren't that good with monster blood… unlike normal blood this is enhanced by the long and arduous existence in The Pit. You little magic trick won't work like it did on the goddess, in the Pit."

Percy recoiled…that incident had spread that far.

Change of plans.

"Percy…" called Clarisse, indicating that they did not have much time…every second could cause horrific damage. They needed information fast.

"Blood Bending is out… Styx…what should he do…if only he could access the monster's body without killing him…"

"Access?"

"Water…"

"What?" asked Clarisse.

"Cut his forearm off…"

Silently, Clarisse compiled…

The monster for its part, screamed and then just glared at the duo.

"This is nothing! Master, has prepared us for worse than this…"

"I'll be the judge of that."

Water swirled around them, it shot in the size of an optic fibre cable and flowed inside the monster's arm…well what's left of it.

"It wouldn't matt…AHH!"

"Yup…that worked."

"What…what have you done to me…"

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'Intake of Foreign substances is injurious to health'."

"Now, answers." The monster whimpered.

"About 500 soldiers are waiting for you…"

"Your master? Who is he?"

"You already know him fool!" He shouted.

"Answer the damn question!"

Suddenly the monster's eyes darkened and he stared at them and said in a robotic voice,

"I am he who is deepest soil and sea,

My three guests so eternal, they will never be free.

One, who denounced the King for the companion he pursued,

One, who gave these guardians his sired, as food.

The last, so reckless he was tempted by the Queen,

All three if you have, then you will know what I mean."

With that said the monster slumped and dissipated.

"Fuck!"

"Why does it always have to be riddles?" groaned Clarisse.

"Let's just move on for now, we will worry about this guy later."

Clarisse nodded and both zoomed into the direction of the temple.

Location: Camp Jupiter Borders

"Ugh…" moaned Raymond as he fell on the grass, beside Apollo as they appeared outside Camp Jupiter's borders.

The Roman One.

"That was sudden and uncomfortable…"

"It tends to be that way, demigod."

"Not a very fun way…" he groaned and stood up.

"Let's just go…" he continued. He started walking…wait! Only he was walking…Apollo was standing.

"Uh… Lord Apollo. Are you waiting for something?"

"No."

"Then…"

"You impressed me demigod. That does not mean I will help you throughout the way. I am not my other half. You proved me your will and intention. Now prove to me your resolve. Deal with Terminus and the Senate. Find my oracle and convince her." With that said he disappeared.

"Oh Shit…" yea problem no. 3 and 4 were back.

He continued walking until an armless statue glowed and said,

"Demigod, Greek…"

"My Lord Terminus…"

"Spare me your flattery spawn of Athena." Hate filled in his voice.

"My Lord…" he tried.

"Go…this is the only chance I will give you."

"Please hear me out…" he kneeled.

"Don't waste my time, son of the weaver…"

"Please, I beg you… it concerns Piraeus Port."

That made Terminus stop.

"Speak" came the order.

Raymond immediately went on to explain the news he received, his meeting with Apollo conveniently missing his rant on loyalty, the malfunction of the Oracle. The need for Rachel's assistance. His plan to take the quest and hopefully save the port and his siblings.

"And why should I? Hmm." Asked the god of Boundaries.

"They don't have the man-power to repel the attack."

"And you do? What can one measly demigod do?"

"That why I need the Oracle? The quest would allow me to act accordingly."

Terminus stared at the spawn of Athena long and hard and finally sighed, "First Perseus and then you…"

"My lord, why do everybody keep comparing me to Percy Jackson?"

"Because you both have a certain air around you…the air that makes you command loyalty. You are still respectful though…unlike that sea spawn." He said grumpily.

Raymond smiled.

"Now, these soldiers will guide you through the camp and to the praetors. Don't cause trouble or I will know…" He left the threat hanging.

"Let's get you to the superiors shall we…" sneered the soldier on the left.

Raymond silently nodded and followed them. As they entered the building, a young man blocked their path.

"Greetings Quaestor …"

"Greetings to you too my friends."

"So, we have another Greek among us… how nice. And I thought the Seven would be the end of our partnership…"

"Well, Lord Terminus has ordered us to bring this young man here to the praetors for an audience." The man replied again.

"What audience?"

"Audience that governs the good of Olympus."

"Ah! A messenger of the Gods…"

"Unfortunately, I am not Lord Mercury." Raymond stopped himself from saying Hermes's name.

"So, the barbarian speaks…" Raymond balled his fists. Annabeth's teaching of self-control activating immediately.

"Esteemed Quaestor, I implore you that keeping good relations with our allies is the will of Jupiter and that of the Seven."

"Yes, yes…silly me."

"Good day to you." And he walked off. His guards behind him.

"Who was that?" asked Raymond.

"That my friend, was Cozbius, a son of Mercury."

"He doesn't sound good…"

"You have no idea."

Knock! Knock!

"Come in."

"Hail Caesar!"

"At ease."

"The demigod is an emissary of Camp Half Blood, Praetor. Lord Terminus has instructed us to bring him to you."

"Speak."

"Greetings, Praetor Reyna."

"I have dealt with a number of Greeks, soldier; you don't have to bow to me. I know that your camp isn't too high on rules. At ease." She smiled.

"Yes, Reyna."

"So, what brings you here?"

"I assume that you know about the escape of Ar-Mars and the siege of Piraeus Port, that is currently under way?"

Reyna nodded and the soldiers looked shocked. They didn't know about the siege.

"I intend to take up a quest there. For that I need a prophecy."

"A prophecy…but your Oracle is malfunctioning."

"I understand, and that is why I need Rachel…" he went on to explain Apollo's solution and his need for a Senate Meeting.

"Wow…"

"You may be as reckless as Perseus Jackson if you are willing to pull off a suicide mission alone."

"Aye. But I have no choice. It's either a measly chance or no chance at all."

"Fine. But you convince, Rachel."

"Yes ma'am."

"Where is…"

A very loud knock stopped them.

"Ma'am."

"Come in, Tyson."

In came the Cyclopes, the brother of the favoured son. He appeared to be two meters tall and very broad-shouldered. He had very messy brown hair and one large brown eye.

"Ma'am I have completed the task of forging the blades."

"Good."

"Who are you?" asked the big-guy.

"I am Raymond, from Camp Half Blood."

"Half Blood."

"How is Percy?" he asked excitedly.

"Uh…Percy is on a holiday of sorts."

"Holiday?" His ability to speak had improved over the years.

"Yes."

"Good for him. Bye."

As he turned to leave. Reyna called to him.

"Tyson. Could you find Rachel, for us?"

"Tyson has not seen her for 2 hours. But he will find her." and with that he left.

"Well, that only leaves the Senate and Rachel, herself." Sighed Raymond.

Location: Roman Senate Building

The Senate was a council of ten senators elected from the legion at Camp Jupiter. It gathered in the Senate House of New Rome where the senators discuss issues that arise, such as deciding whether or not quests are to be granted or whether or not to go to war. After the war it had grown immensely to house over 200 senators with positions for centurions, praetors, Pontifex Maximus and god's ambassadors.

"Silence!" came the command from the daughter of Bellona. Everything stopped. One centurion was actually in the process of throwing a loaf of bread at another senator. Where he had acquired said bread and why he wasn't using a weapon instead was still in question. Political meetings tended to be that way.

"Greetings Praetor Reyna. May I ask why the senate has gathered?" asked a centurion after shaking out of his stupor.

"Yes. My ally here, Raymond, Son of Athena has come in regards to the attack of Piraeus Port."

Chaos.

People, be it demigods, legacies…anyone, was shouting. From opinions of war to curses in Latin, everything was being shouted.

"Silence! You Fools. All you do is whine!" shouted Reyna.

"Now, all of you will shut up or I will have you dragged out by me companions…" indicating towards her dogs, Aurum and Argentum.

The Senate collectively gulped. Reyna continued,

"Raymond here…" and then it went on, the situation, Apollo's decision and Rachel's role. Quite a few times where she interrupted and the glare that was received actually made one newly minted centurion soil himself.

Once completed, a blonde man stood up, Cozbius.

"Should we really trust him?" Ayes rang out.

"Because I am Greek…" Raymond asked, half yelled.

"Then it applies even more so…"

"I mean…yes the Greeks have been our allies for the better part of two years and have fought alongside us against the Earth Mother…" shivers passed down many people's spines.

"…but it was also a Greek who fired at us…in our camp."

"That one was controlled by Terra."

"Yes, and how can we be sure that won't happen again. You come in our camp asking our aid and The Oracle, but we must ponder the question…if we do so is it guaranteed that Lord Apollo can solve the problem. Even he is hesitant, is he not?"

Raymond clenched his fists so tight; you could see his knuckles turn white.

"So, you want me to give up…" He whispered but it was heard clearly.

"I don't imply as such but…but an alternative may be available, perhaps the Augurs here could help…" he smirked with a greedy glint in his eyes. Raymond smirked back.

"Are you questioning the ability of a God? I mean what would Lord Jupiter say? That his faithful followers no longer believe in him and his council."

Cozbius sputtered.

"Esteemed Senate!" the people sat up straighter.

"I can't guarantee you that there will be success, neither can I promise you that it won't turn up worse than it did last time. What I can promise you is that I will do everything in my power to keep it all together. And it may not sound much but we all got to try…or the Seven wouldn't have been born…the Giants would roam the Earth and we would be nothing more than playthings to dance at our supposed master's tunes."

Some nodded.

"The vote will be called now…"

The result, 173/210.

"Thank you, Esteemed Senate!" Raymond shouted with joy.

Suddenly the door of the large room opened. In came Tyson running and sweating, in his hand an arrow with an Omega mark,

"My friend, Rachel has been taken!"

That's the end of this chapter.

I hope you liked it.

Anyways, sorry for the delay. I may not upload this week due to the report I need to submit, but I have plotted a storyline.

BUT I WILL TRY!

First of all, I think there needs to be a connection between Perseus and a younger camper, that will probably make things interesting. The younger camper being a Son of Athena is ironic.

Now, if people tell me, "What about Raymond's disappearance in camp and to his siblings?". Well Apollo must have informed Chiron or Dionysus and they must have informed the campers. Who will take Raymond's place as head councilor? Some other demigod of Athena. They are smart and efficient like that.

Have a nice time reading!

Αντιο σας ! or Good Bye!

Shinju Out!