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Chapter three:

Icarus' POV
"And why must we come to the Roman camp?" I asked for what might have been the millionth time that week.

Percy chuckled, "As I said before, you need to learn things that we can't teach you at Camp Half-Blood. You need to learn the Roman way, as well as the Greek." I just sighed.

It's been a year since I was found in the sea witch's cave. I've become fluent in English, but my accent remains. I've mastered the art of sword fighting, coming out top of my class. Percy's been teaching me one-on-one after class fights as well. I've also been improving my archery, a skill I've had my whole life. The only people who know who I actually am are Annabeth, Percy, and Chiron, the Trainer of Heroes. I've been staying in the Athena cabin, since she is my grandmother, and everyone thinks I am just a namesake of Icarus and not the actual one. It also helps that I look the part.

Percy refuses to say where he found me at my request, and Annabeth and Chiron have done the same.

At the moment, we are on our way to the Roman camp, Camp Jupiter. Percy says it will help me teamwork-wise. Annabeth says it will help me in my studies, with libraries like the ones in New Rome. I think they just want me disciplined. I know the ways of the Roman.

I was hostile at first, but I owed it to Percy to at least try to get along with them. But in my time, the Greeks and Romans were at war. I was not raised to trust them.

"We're almost there." Percy stops walking in front of me and I come to a halt. We were in a long underground cement tunnel, torches lining the walls every few feet. We now stood in front of a metal door without a handle in sight. Percy raise his hand and tapped out a rhythm against the door with his knuckles. A few seconds later, the door was being slide open to reveal a caramel skinned girl wearing a helmet. She grinned when she saw Percy, her brown doe eyes brightening.

She pulled the door open the rest of the way and threw herself at him, her long calvary sword getting dropped in her haste. A boy I hadn't noticed before stood just inside, smiling at the girl and Percy. When the girl let him go, he and the boy hugged and pat each other on the back.

I stood off to the side, trying to keep attention off of me, but my attempts were futile. The girl noticed me and stooped to pick up her forgotten sword. She swung, and in one fluid motion, she was right in front of me with the blade of her sword held to my throat, "State your name."

"Icarus." I spoke calmly, holding myself back from reaching for the dagger at my hip. One false move, and every Roman would be looking for me and I'd have a price on my head. She seemed to tense at my accent.

"Hazel, calm down. This is the guy I've been training for the last year or so." Percy came forward, lightly redirecting 'Hazel's' sword so it was pointed at the ground. I crossed my arms, clenching my hands into fists to keep myself from drawing my favorite weapons. My two swords, Alae and Amissus (or 'Wings' and 'Loss', if you translate it), crossed behind my back in their black leather sheaths. Each of the swords had been forged specifically for me, by me. The celestial bronze used to make it was once in the shape of powerful metallic wings made by my late father, Daedalus. It was my way of keeping something of him close, since he had died before I made my return. The two swords could do amazing things together.

The girl, Hazel, slid her blade back into it's sheath and smiled hesitantly. The boy that stood next to her grinned and held out his hand for me to shake. After a moment of thinking it over, I took his hand and shook. He introduced himself, "My name's Frank. She's Hazel, if you haven't picked that up yet. Your name is Icarus, right?" I nod back, not speaking. His grin falters just slightly before lighting up his features once more.

Just as Percy opens his mouth to speak, another voice interrupts, this one feminine and proud, "Percy, what took you so long? Getting slow in your old age?"

Percy rolled his eyes, "I'm only a year older than you, Reyna." As I turn to look at the girl, I can't help but freeze. She stands at a height probably half a foot shorter than mine. Her dark hair is pulled to the side, showing her green/hazel eyes, and her skin is nicely sun-tanned. To be honest, I found her beautiful, in a fierce, dangerous way, but I wouldn't dare say so. She's Roman, after all, and I still am unable to look past such a fact.

She stood with her back straight and her shoulders back, an air of confidence surrounding her. Two metal hounds sit at her feet, one silver and the other gold. Both have judging red ruby eyes.

The girl, Percy had called her Reyna, sets her gaze on me, but speaks to Percy, "Am I right to assume that this is my new student, Percy?"

Percy nods, "This is Icarus."

Reyna raises an eye brow, "And his godly parent?"

"Athena." Percy answers without hesitation. The dogs' ears twitch and they growl softly. Reyna looks down at them and them back up at Percy.

"Percy..." She says his name like a warning.

He sighs, "I'll tell you later, Reyna. You have to trust me."

She crossed her arms with a sigh, "Okay, but you have to tell me everything as soon as possible." Percy agrees, telling me to follow him and Reyna after saying goodbye to Hazel and Frank.

I took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching my fists, before following the two demigods deeper into the camp.