Here's Chapter five! Please don't forget to review and follow/fav. It keeps me writing!

Two years later:

The business end of the warhammer came crashing down on the Fury's skull with a clang, shattering it into bits of sand as the rest of the body quickly disintegrated.

"Back to Tartarus with you!" I shouted triumphantly, brandishing my warhammer at the two other Furies flapping their ungainly wings at me. They traded glanced then flew off back to where they came from, cawing in anger. I sighed, suddenly very tired, and flipped the warhammer back to its smaller state. The three Furies were the third monsters I had fought that day, and it was barely four o'clock. Clover had been right when she said that the monsters would come after me in droves.

"You are powerful," She had whispered in my ear while she hugged me, "They will smell you for miles around. Take this, you won't survive without it."

And she had pressed her hammer into the palm of my hand. I gripped it tightly and said with strength in my voice, "I will survive, Clover. If it takes everything I have, I will survive!"

And then I left the hill with the pine tree perched on top. I had decided to stay in New York, as the closer to Olympus I was the less monsters would come. Or so Chiron had told me. I don't think he wanted me to leave, but Mr. D., the dick, was adamant about it.

"Remember the prophecy, Chiron. This has to happen." I had heard him whisper to the centaur. I didn't know what he was talking about, all I knew was that my chance of survival out in the real world was slim. They were practically sentencing me to death by sending me out on my own.

But here I am, two years later at fifteen, and I'm still alive. Whether the gods are watching over me, or through pure dumb luck I don't know. The warhammer, which I have fondly nicknamed Max, has served me well and I wouldn't be here without her. She's killed Furies, Minotaur, and more. I couldn't ask for a better weapon.

I decided to walk through Central Park for a change of scenery, although I knew monsters roamed the park frequently. Taking a sip of the nectar I had pawned off of some lower god, I felt energy flow through me and decided I was good enough to walk through.

About thirty minutes later, the leaves of the trees began swirling around me, forming the body of a young girl. A dryad.

"Hello." I said, "What can I do for you?"

"Clover sent me." The dryad said in a small voice, "She wants you to meet her at Thalia's tree."

I knew that Thalia's tree referred to the pine tree on top of Camp Half-Blood hill, although I didn't yet know the story behind it.

"Why?" I questioned.

The dryad looked nervous, "She just said to. I would go if I were you." Then she disappeared in a cloud of leaves.

I shrugged at the empty space where she had been, "Alright then."

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It took me two days to walk to the hill. When I finally reached it, Chiron, Clover, and three others I didn't know were standing there. I leveled an icy stare at Chiron, who looked away, before turning to Clover.

"What did you call me here for?" I asked in a clipped tone.

"Henry, there's been a change..." She said, looking down at the grass, "Percy here," She gestured to an awkward looking boy beside her, "he's a Son of Poseidon, he got a prophecy and... well you're in it."

"Wait, a Son of Poseidon?" I said, my eyes narrowing in anger, "He's not supposed to exist either. So why is he here? At Camp?"

Chiron looked sad, "Mr. Kovu, Henry, Percy's situation is different than yours. We actually have honorary cabins for the Big Three."

"Oh, and cabins are the only reason you kicked me out." I replied nastily, "Anyways, what did this prophecy say?"

The blonde girl standing next to Percy spoke, "It mentioned a Child of Fire joining us on our quest. A Child of a virgin goddess."

I quirked an eyebrow, "A quest?"

Percy was the one who spoke next, "Zeus thinks I stole his Lightning Bolt, we need to find whoever did and returned the Bolt to him before the summer solstice."

"And you think I'll help you why?"

The group exchanged nervous looks. Chiron wheeled his wheelchair closer to me, "Henry, there's nothing we can give you if you do this for us. You'll just have to believe that the prophetess has a reason for sending you with Percy, Annabeth, and Grover."

I pretended to think about it, "How about... No."

Clover turned big wet eyes on me, "Henry, please, they need you. You would be the most experienced one out of them, at least in matters of the real world."

I shook my head, "I'm sorry, Clover, but I owe nothing to you people. I'm not gonna put my life on the line for you all."

With that, I turned and began walking away from them until Chiron called out, "Wait!"

I sighed and went back, "What?"

"We'll build you a cabin if you go." He said in a rushed tone as if he was afraid I'd leave before he was finished, "I'll convince Mr. D to let you stay."

I bit my lip, "How can I trust what you say? You could be lying."

"I swear it on the River Styx." Chiron said, ignoring the rumbling in the sky.

"Fair enough." I said, tilting my head to one side, "But why would I want to stay at your Camp now? I can survive on my own just fine."

Chiron looked lost, "Henry, I can't offer you anything else. You would be helping to save Olympus."

I glanced at the scrawny kid who was looking at me distrustfully, I didn't have any urge to save his skin, but saving Olympus... Now that caught my attention.

"Alright, but on one condition," I said.

Chiron nodded, "Anything."

"My cabin gets to be the comfiest cabin ever built."