TODAYS MY BIRTHDAY! HURRAH!

I want to thank my first two reviewers ever so much,

.It's gone – That made me want to update at once!

Aurora Di Angelo – You bet! There's gonna be some fierce dynamics!

Percy woke up alone. He stumbled out of his cabin, and rammed straight into Connor and Travis.

'Hey guys,' he said sleepily. Connor and Travis both looked immensely happy. 'Why are you two looking so pleased? Dumped pegasi manure in the Aphrodite cabin again?' The brothers laughed and then high-fived as they remembered that joke.

'No, actually we haven't. We're happy, cause think of all the hot British babes that are on their way!' Travis whooped to illustrate his brother's point.

Percy grinned and then stopped to frown. 'Yeah… but I'm worried about the guys coming.'

'You mean Annabeth?' Percy nodded, looking miserable. 'Don't worry about it Perce, I mean she only looks at you, there's no way no British dude could do anything. You think Aphrodite would let anything happen?'

Percy felt a wave of relief wash over him. Aphrodite would never let anything get in the way of her favourite couple. Having successfully revived Percy's spirit, the pair headed off happily, discussing the British babes in detail and the pranks they would pull on the rest of the visitors. Percy found himself heading towards the Athena cabin, and he stopped midway, realising how foolish that was, and spun around on the spot, changing course to the Mess Hall. Some wood nymphs that were skirting around the edge of the forest, had seen this bizarre move and were giggling loudly. Percy felt his cheeks go red, and he walked faster, muttering 'stupid nymphs' under his breath.

When the whole camp had assembled at breakfast, they found that Dionysus had yet more news to relay. He stood up at the front table and gestured impatiently

'Well as all you little brats know already, the British camp is coming.' This was greeted with cheers, with a few groans from the Ares cabin. Dionysus frowned at them before continuing. 'I spoke to British camp leader last night and she suggested something to me. You will all be hosting the British demi-gods that are your siblings in your cabins! The cleaning harpies will be coming on Sunday, so make sure you're not present.' And with that he sat down and attacked his eggs. Percy thought about this. With Tyson leaving for Poseidon's palace in three days, he would have the cabin to himself. What if Poseidon had fathered more children? What if he had siblings there? He didn't know how this made him feel. Then with a jolt he realised that because of the pact made with the big three, there wouldn't be any other Poseidon demi-gods, as they had all sworn there wasn't any alive at the moment, apart from himself, Thalia and Nico. He felt relieved. But there was also a sad underlying feeling, as if he was sad he didn't have any siblings. He saw how the other cabins were a family. Every time he sat at his table alone, or woke up alone, there was that solitary feeling. Yes, Tyson was a brother, but he wasn't a demi-god. He was different. Not that Percy loved him any less because of that.

Thinking of Tyson, he looked around. Where was he? He left his breakfast untouched, and went to look for him. He went straight for the pegasi stables, figuring Tyson was feeding them sugar as he did most days. He walked along the row of pegasi, all of them neighing 'Hello Lord' as he walked past. He stopped when he got to Blackjacks stable. Blackjack was his own Pegasus. They've shared a special bond ever since Percy rescued him from Kronos' monster ship.

'Hey Boss. Got a sugar cube?' Percy smiled and patted Blackjack, while his other hand dug around in his pocket. At last he fished out a rather fluffy sugar cube, but Blackjack didn't seem to care as he chomped it up.

'Blackjack, have you see Tyson?'

'Yeah Boss, you just missed him. Can I give you a ride?' Percy patted Blackjack once more, thanked him, but set off once more on foot.

As he was crossing camp towards the cabins, he saw Chiron. He waved, catching the attention of the wise centaur. Chiron beckoned him over, and then bent to help steady the arm of a young archer.

'Hey Chiron, anything I can do for you?' Percy knew that Chiron would have something important to say. The centaur didn't stop to chat without reason.

'Percy,' he began gravely. 'I want you to know that there may well be, sons and daughters from the big three. Britain doesn't work in quite the same way. They have their own monsters to deal with. Many Gods go there for holidays and suchlike. As it was their home for many centuries, they grew quite attached to the place, and therefore go back there often. I thought you should know.'

Percy grew confused. 'But then, there might be some other kid of the big three that the prophecy means!' Chiron shook his head.

'No. The British have their own oracle, and their own quests. They have their own Titans to deal with. The matter of Kronos, and his defeat are not their concern. Our prophecies do not apply to them.' Percy felt a surge of jealousy and anger.

'How is it not their concern? Kronos could destroy the whole world? They should be fighting! We need as many as we can get!' Chiron stamped his feet impatiently.

'No Percy. The British fight their own battles. We cannot use them against Kronos. They do not care about as Olympus as much as we do. It is not in their realm. Most of them have never set eyes on their parent, much less seen Olympus. We should not judge them. The British are responsible for Europe as it is, and they cannot spare any warriors, as their force is half of ours. Plus they do not care much for America; they feel as if we stole Olympus from them.' Percy snorted. Fine, if the Brits didn't care, it wasn't his problem. He felt the spread of dislike starting.

'Fine,' he said disgruntled. He bade goodbye to the centaur, and trudged off to continue his search for Tyson.

He met Tyson, outside their cabin, who looked like he was searching for him too.

'Tyson! I've been searching everywhere for you!' Tyson shifted uncomfortably from leg to leg.

'Percy, daddy called. He needs me to make lots of sticks. And shields. Daddy is having a war. I have to go.' Tyson looked at the floor, knowing that Percy would be sad about this.

'Alright big guy. Make sure to send me an iris message once in a while yeah? I'll see you at the end of the summer then.' They hugged and Percy tried to keep up the happy pretence for Tyson, but he was struggling. Now Tyson was leaving he'd have no one. Alone in his cabin, once again.

He accompanied Tyson down to the beach, waving as the hippocampi Tyson had summoned, disappeared under the water, along with his brother on its back. He turned around, and traipsed back up to camp.

Great summer this was gonna be.

Well there you have it! That looks like a long chapter to me, but I guess you guys are thinking it's short. Sorry!

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