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Last main character, yippee! Remember Caleb and Jo from way back in the beginning? I don't! What have they been up to? You'll see!. Not now though. Now, we have a character you might just recognize! Read on, dear viewer, read on!

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Chapter Four: Not the Master yet

Swords clanged against each other in quick succession.

Thrust, parry, slice, overhead, parry, block, twist, and he still didn't give in. Their opponent hadn't given an inch of ground, hadn't moved.

That was in part due to the fact that their opponent was the best swordsman to be born in literal centuries, and partly because he was sixty seven years old, and despite his protests, it did indeed hurt to move around at such speeds.

They scored a hit that almost managed to knock his guard down. Almost.

"Oh! That was a good one!" The old man said, laughing. "You know, my daughter might stop by soon. I hope she brings Max, I really enjoy seeing my grandson." He said, idly chatting, while they fought furiously to just break through his guard. They didn't respond.

"I miss sparring with Jason." he said. "Or Luke. Even Nico diAngelo offered more conversation than this."

They still didn't respond, their focus totally on their opponent.

He yawned, and flicked his sword so that it knocked their strike away and came up behind their neck, and they froze, knowing they were beat.

"You know, young one, if you don't open up your senses to things other than the opponent right in front of you, you're going to get stabbed from behind."

They slammed their sword into the dirt, point first, the handle quivering from the impact. "You couldn't let me win one single time?

"Bri, do you know how I lived to be sixty seven years old?"

They looked unimpressed, and still very angry. "You haven't annoyed your pupil into killing you yet?"

He looked mildly amused. "They couldn't if they wanted to. But what I was going to say was, even when I could have taken things easy, I didn't. It takes a lot to still be a master swordsman when you get senior discounts." he paused. "Bri, you're good at swordplay. You could beat even my own daughter if you wanted to, and she's a formidable opponent. I should know. I trained her. But." he cracked a smile, "You aren't the master yet. That may change if you would give it more effort though."

Bri sighed. "Fine. But not today. Chiron wants me to keep practicing at summoning lightning, should he ever let me take a step outside this camp."

The master smiled. "The day will come, you wait and see. When I first got here, I was being hunted by your own father, and the first thing they did was send me out. Besides, I'm sure Hera's forgotten by now."

"I seriously doubt it." Bri answered. She pulled her sword out from the dirt, and began to leave the arena.

As they left, hooves were heard, and the centaur Chiron galloped into the arena. "Ah, good, Bri." I have a special task for you."

"I know, I know," they said, "Go to the amphitheater, and practice my lightning blasts."

"Not quite, child. This is Miss Jessica-"

"Jess." the girl beside him interrupted

"Jess Tewers. She had just arrived at camp, a daughter of Nemesis. Marianne evacuated her when Eris attacked her disguised as a water spirit."

The swordsman brightened, "Marianne is here?"

"Yes, Percy. I believe she went to see Annabeth at the big house."

"Did she bring Max?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"Well, Chiron, I'm sure you'll know where to find me. I'll be catching up with my daughter."

Perseus Jackson looked toward a pegasus that had been resting in the corner. It got up, and trotted over to give the aging hero a ride. He climbed on, and soared away.

Chiron cleared his throat to bring the demigod's attention away from the flying horse. "As I was saying, Jess, this is Bri Trenton, one of our oldest campers here. They have been here since they were a baby. They're a child of Zeus, and they'll be giving you a tour of camp."

"Pleased to meet you." the daughter of Nemesis said.

"You as well." Bri answered. But they were far from pleased. Something about the girl in front of them made them uneasy. The eyes studied them with too much knowledge, as though she had already found just the right way to bring the child of Zeus down. "Come on Jess. I'll show you your cabin."