"Is everything ok?" Crystal asked entering the cabin.

"Just fine," I said pulling the orange camp shirt over my head. "But I don't think I'm in the mood to meet any new people."

"C'mon," she said pulling me towards the door.

"Hold on a sec," I said feeling like I was forgetting something. "I'll be right out."

"Fine," she said and left me alone in the silence. Then it hit me; the picture. I had put it in my pocket after crossing the river Styx, but where had it gone? I wasn't wearing any pants when I woke up so it was one of two places. Either it was in the bed that I woke up in, or in my briefs. I reached into the fly of my briefs thinking that was pretty much a pocket and found the picture. Except when I pulled it out it seemed more real than it had in the underworld. Before it was burnt around the edges and very faded, but now the edges were crisp and the picture showed my details. I stared into the guys face thinking I knew him from somewhere, and I did. The guy was me. And the girl; she was the one who dreamed of marrying me crating this picture. I then realized that the girl in the picture was Crystal. Her dream died when I did and now the two of us were alive again. I couldn't let her know I found the picture; not yet at least so I hid it in one of my drawers.

"Ok," I said reemerging from my cabin in a slightly less pissed off mood. "Who am I supposed to be meeting?"

"Some new friends of mine," she said taking hold of my hand. "One's the daughter of Athena and the other is a son of Ares. They came together from Florida a few years ago."

"All the way from Florida?" I asked. "And you've just met them this year?"

"Anyways," she said pulling me along. "They're really nice and I hope you like them too."

"We'll see," I sighed and we made our way to the lake. That was where the two kids were sitting; enjoying the summer sun. When they saw us they immediately stood up and came over to meet us.

"Hi," the girl said cheerfully. She stood roughly five and a half feet tall with strawberry blonde hair and light grey eyes. "I'm Patricia Salems."

"Nice to meet you," I said and looked at the son of Ares. He stood as tall as I did and had the same muscular frame as me. His hair was black like mine and it was short cropped like mine should have been. His eyes were a sort of rusty brown color that seemed to catch fire if the sun hit them right. "Damn you look like me."

"Guess Ares gave you good looks," he said with a laugh.

"And some fighting abilities," I laughed back.

"Graydon Flane," he said giving me a firm handshake. "You're Nike I take it?"

"That would be correct," I said. "So how long have you guys been here?"

"We came when I was eight and she was seven," Graydon said and the girls started to talk underneath a tree. "It was hell coming up from Florida but we made it work. I had to do most of the fighting since Patricia doesn't like to."

"You a decent fighter?" I asked curiously.

"You should know," he laughed. "I was the only one last summer you couldn't knock on their ass in the first five minutes."

"That was you?" I said trying to picture him with all the armor on.

"Yeah it was," he choked. "You've inherited some pretty good fighting skills from each of the gods I take it?"

"Apparently so," I sighed lying down in the grass. It felt good to know I was alive. "I'm just one big melting pot of the gods."

"That's pretty cool," he said making conversation.

"Not really," I said and then explained to him my problem.

"What are you going to choose?"

"If I'm lucky I won't have to," I sighed sitting up. "But if I have to choose it will most likely be Poseidon because he's the one that made my life possible. Anyways let go get some food."

"Good I'm starving," he said and we raced up the hill to dinner. It was then sitting alone that I realized I was alone still. My brother was nowhere to be found and it sucked big time. It took me a while to figure out what I wanted to drink so I chose the first thing that popped into my head; a rum and coke. To my surprise that's exactly what I got. I guessed it didn't matter anymore now that the gods were disconnected.

"What are you drinking?" Chiron asked me noticing it wasn't my usual Gatorade.

"Nothing," I said making no movements to hide my drink.

"You know alcoholic beverages are not allowed in this camp," he said which for some reason really pissed me off.

"I don't care," I said and exploded. The next thing I knew I had my sword drawn and ready for anyone to come and challenge me. Part of me knew it was the rage from all of the gods building up inside of me but the other half just wanted to run something through. I waited for someone to at me but no one did. Then five of the largest guys tackled me from all directions. I heard my sword hit the ground followed by a sickening thud that was probably me. "Get the fuck off of me!"

"Are you gonna calm down?" Chiron asked me calmly.

"Fine," I said and got an elbow to the kidney. "Alright I'll calm down; damn."

"Thank you," Chiron said and the guys released me.

"What just happened?" Crystal asked running up to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked starring into her face.

"Your eyes," she said peering into them. "They were changing color; a lot faster than usual."

"My eyes change color?" I said dumbfounded. "Since when!?"

"At least since you came to camp," she laughed. "I think it has to do with which god you're taking on at the moment. When you're being smart or solving a problem they turn grey like Athena's children. When you're fooling around with the water they turn a stormy blue like Percy's. And when you're in the middle of a battle or a fight they go rusty and seem to catch fire."

"Cool," I said sitting down at my table. I felt my head and found a nice new bump forming when Mrs. O'Leary, Percy's hell hound, came bounding out of the shadows with Tyson and a harpy on her back.

"Percy OK!" he exclaimed and ran over to me. All I could do was shake my head and finish my drink.

"That son of a bitch," I said under my breath. "And I didn't even get a post card."