Well I don't really have anything else to say, so here's Chapter Six!

Disclaimer: All characters and places in this fic belong to Rick Riordan. (P.S. Am I supposed to be doing that every time? Someone tell me.)

Chiron told us that capture the flag was over and that we were all to go to bed, which was sort of like a UFO striking Earth and the news people telling everyone to turn their TVs off. There were a lot of protests, but in the end everyone shuffled toward the cabins. I quietly told Tyson to take Rachel to ours, since obviously no one else was going to take her.

I looked over and saw Annabeth and Argus, a guy with eyes all over his body, picking up the boy and taking him into the Big House. I looked pleadingly at Chiron. He considered me for a second, then nodded. I smiled and ran into the Big House.

I followed Annabeth's voice and found the room where they were. I walked in as Argus walked out. He didn't talk much, but he nodded at me as he passed. Then I went into the room.

The boy was lying on a soft bed, his eyes shut, but he didn't look peaceful, more like relieved that he had finally gotten away from it all. Annabeth was next to him, feeding him the pudding stuff she had first fed me when I had passed out here. Ambrosia. (A/N Is that what it was? I really don't know) I came over and sat next to her.

"How's he doing?" I asked.

She frowned. "He's not good. A good few of those scrapes are infected, and he's also feverish, but I think he'll be okay." She looked at me. "Where could he have come from?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe he's a half-blood who got attacked by monsters on his way here?"

She shook her head. "Chiron checked the attendance list. He's never been here before. But he's definitely a half-blood." She spoon-fed him some more pudding. Now that we were in the light, I could study him more closely. He had golden blonde hair, a little lighter than Annabeth's, that fell around his face so he looked like he hadn't had a haircut in months. He was decently athletic, and he was fourteen, maybe fifteen. I would have guessed he was a son of Athena, or maybe Hermes, but those blue eyes seemed familiar somehow…

"You shouldn't have let her get the flag," said Annabeth suddenly.

"What?" I asked.

She glared at me. "Rachel," she said, "You should have taken the flag from her before she crossed the boundary line."

"I guess not," I replied. "But you have to admit, that was pretty good for a mortal."

She shrugged. "Maybe," she said.

We sat in silence for a while. Then Annabeth suddenly looked up, like she had remembered something. "So now will you tell me what Nico said to you last August?"

I looked around the room, went over and shut the door, then sat back down. "Okay," I said quietly. "But you've got to swear to me that no matter what, you won't repeat this to anyone. Understand?"

She looked confused, but she nodded.

I sighed and remembered when I had invited Nico into my house all those months ago, and what he had told me that could possibly stop Luke…

"He made me an offer. A way to beat Luke. But I don't think you'll like it."

Her face betrayed nothing. "I'm listening," she said.

I stared at the wall. "He told me that I could let my soul rest in the Underworld until my body turns sixteen, and then come back to decide the fate of the gods."

Annabeth looked shocked and confused. "What?" she said.

I nodded. "That's what I said. He told me he'd been talking to his father, and he managed to get that out of him. He wasn't forcing me, though. He was giving me a choice. But I've been thinking about it."

"How? Percy, that's crazy. It's like…it's like you're dying temporarily. It would never work."

"Nico thinks it would. And think about it, Annabeth. I could fast forward to when I make my decision. In these last few months, Kronos is going to throw everything he's got at me. He's gonna try to break me, get me to join his side, or otherwise kill me. If I could get out now, while I'm still on the gods' side…I think it could really help."

She was trying to sound angry, but I could tell she was really scared. "Percy, I think it's stupid and it would never work. We don't even know what's going to happen on your sixteenth birthday. What if you need to live out every day until then? There's too many risks, too many ways it could go wrong. Percy, you…you can't. Please."

She was terrified. I knew I had to comfort her. "Don't worry about it," I said. "I haven't made a decision yet." I gently laid my hand over hers. "We'll figure something out."

She went a little red, and my face felt hot too. I started to take my hand away, but she gave a small smile and said, "No."

Then, all of a sudden, our faces got a little closer, and my heart started beating faster…

But right then, the boy inhaled sharply and his eyes shot open. Annabeth immediately moved closer to him. "It's all right," she said. "You're safe now."

He stared at both us fearfully with those blue eyes.

"What's your name?" asked Annabeth.

He slowly opened his mouth. "Jacob," he said hoarsely. "Jacob Spark."

"Jacob Spark," I said slowly. "That's an…interesting name."

He shrugged. "No one ever gave me a name," he said, "So I picked one for myself."

"I'm Annabeth Chase," Annabeth said. "This is Percy Jackson."

He glanced up sharply at that. "Percy Jackson?" he said, looking at me.

I nodded. "Yeah," I said. "That's me."

"Supposed to find him," he murmured. "Supposed to…" Then his face turned chalky white and he fell back again. Annabeth quickly fed him some more ambrosia.

He breathed deeply for a moment, then he looked up at us one more time. "Am I really safe?" he asked.

We nodded. "You are."

He stared at the ceiling and gave a breathy laugh. "Safe," he said, then his eyes closed and he was asleep again.

Annabeth stared at him worriedly. Then she got up. "Change him into those clothes for me, will you? I've got to go get some bandages." She pointed to the white t-shirt and gym shorts that were on the ground. Then she walked out the door.

I reluctantly changed the Jacob Spark's clothes, thinking about what had just happened. Why was he supposed to find me? What could he possibly want from me? I wished he would wake up again, so I could talk to him some more.

And with Annabeth…I hadn't really meant to go that far. It just sort of…happened, and now she probably thought I was a psycho or something. I wanted to tell her I hadn't meant anything by it, but that would just make everything more awkward.

I walked out of the Big House and started heading towards my cabin. As I walked, I did a recap of all the things that had happened to me in the past twenty-four hours:

1.Met and fought with Annabeth

2. Blew up both bronze bulls

3. Made a spout of water appear out of thin air

4. Brought Rachel, a mortal, to camp with me

5. Found out my stepdad was a half-blood, a son of Morpheus

6. Found out more half-bloods had gone to Kronos and Thalia and the Hunters were missing

7. Let Rachel capture the flag

8. Seen a half-blood no one had ever seen before walk into camp and faint at my feet

9. Had a discussion with Annabeth about temporarily selling my soul to Hades

10. Said half-blood had recognized my name and said he was supposed to fine me

I rubbed my head. My life was getting very confusing.

Jacob's POV

When I woke up again, my head was still hurting.

I could hear no noise, and I was still lying on the soft bed. I opened my eyes. The boy and the girl from before were gone. I was alone in the room. I tried to sit up, but my head still hurt terribly, and I was forced to lie back down again.

On the bedside table was a glass filled with caramel-colored liquid. I propped up the pillow and reached for the glass. That's when I saw that the scratches on my arms had almost completely faded. Only a few were left. I pulled up the shirt, which wasn't mine, and saw that the ones on my chest were almost gone too.

I raised the glass to my lips and took a sip. Whoa. I almost dropped the glass. It tasted like French fries- real, solid French fries, salty and crispy, like the kind I used to love before everything became such a blur, before my life got so complicated. It was awesome.

When I was finished, I put the glass back and tried to sit up again. This time, it was easier. I rose off of the bed and took a few shaky steps toward the door. My other clothes and my shoes were sitting next to it. I put my shoes on and walked out the door.

I walked down a hallway filled with doors to other rooms like mine. At the end was a staircase. With some difficulty, I climbed the stairs and went through a pair of double doors. Now I was out on a huge porch overlooking a valley surrounded by rolling hills. Greek and Roman-ish buildings were everywhere, so it looked like some modern replica of an ancient city. There were middle and high school kids running around everywhere, all with orange t-shirts that said CAMP HALF-BLOOD. Some of them appeared to have wool blankets wrapped around their legs. Weird, I thought.

I came around a corner to find a guy sitting on a chair sipping a Diet Coke. He looked like a fat drunk to me, with he bloated red face and his leopard skin shirt. As I walked up to him, he gave me a generally bored look. "So, you're awake," he said.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," I murmured, already disliking the man. "So, where am I, exactly?"

"I'd think it would be obvious. I mean, you walk all the way down here and you don't even know where you are?"

I stared at him blankly, and he sighed. "Camp Half-Blood, of course. The training camp for demigods."

I wanted to ask him what the heck demigod was, but I really didn't expect him to give me a straight answer. Just then I heard a rumble on the boards at my feet, and an older guy in a motorized wheelchair came zooming up the ramp towards us. When he saw me, he stopped, surprised. "You're awake!" he said.

"Yes," I said. "Who are you?"

He smiled. "My name is Chiron. I'm the camp activities director here."

"Oh," I said. "So this really is a camp?"

"Of course," he replied. "Camp Half-Blood."

"I see," I said. "And it's called Camp Half-Blood because…"

Chiron blinked. "You mean you don't know?"

I didn't know how to answer that. Just then a familiar kid in an orange t-shirt ran up on the porch. "Chiron!" he said.

"Percy," Chiron said. "Can I help you?"

"Well, I was in archery…"

"Here we go," said the first man.

The boy glared at him. "Anyway, I really was aiming for the target, and I guess my fingers slipped, and one of the dryads happened to be walking behind it, and well…" He suddenly noticed me. "Hey, you're awake!"

"So I've heard," I murmured. Chiron sighed and looked at Percy like he'd done this several times before.

"Percy, why don't you give our new camper here a tour of the camp, and I'll see to the dryad." He gave me a final smile and then, as I watched, his legs got taller and taller until I realized they weren't real legs at all. Chiron stepped out of the wheelchair, taking his impossibly long behind with him, until I realized that where the man's hips should have begun, there was the bottom half of a horse. Chiron was a centaur.

I stared openmouthed as Chiron galloped off across the valley. Percy turned and looked at me. "Come with me," he said. He gave the other man a final glare and then we left him and headed off the porch.

"Mr. D," he said quietly when we were out of earshot. "The camp director. He's a pain in the butt, but stay on his good side."

I was confused, but I nodded.

"How long was I out?" I asked.

He shrugged. "About a day and a half. Your scars look better."

"I guess," I replied, a little unnerved that he talked about them like they were his scars too. "So…what is this place, exactly?"

"It's a summer camp," replied Percy. "For kids who are children of the gods."

"The what?" I asked, staring at him.

He looked at me and sighed. "How many parents do you have?" he asked.

I was surprised by his question, but I answered, "None. I'm an orphan."

We kept walking and passed a volleyball pit, and I suddenly realized the kids from before weren't wearing blankets. Their legs were actually covered in wool, and instead of feet they had cloven hooves.

"Satyrs," I muttered.

"What?" said Percy. "Oh, yeah, they come here too. My best friend is a satyr."

"Uh, okay," I replied, deciding not to question.

"So, what were you saying?" he asked. "About your parents."

"Oh. Well, the only thing I ever knew about my mom was that she was an artist. She died when I was three. Then I went to an orphanage for a few years, but I never fit in because I always got kicked out of all my schools."

"Really?" said Percy. "Me too. What about you dad?"

I shrugged. "Never knew him." Kids were staring at me as we walked by and making me feel a little uncomfortable.

Percy noticed. "Don't mind them. They just haven't got over your little…um…entrance the other night. I'm Percy, by the way. Percy Jackson."

Suddenly, a rush of memories hit me like a wave. The hotel, the monsters, chasing me... Everything…

"Dude, are you okay?" asked Percy.

"Yeah," I replied. "Percy, can you tell me what's going on here? Why are there so many Greek buildings everywhere? Why are there satyrs and centaurs all over the place? They don't even exist, last time I checked."

He looked at me closely. "Look, you know the Greek gods of Olympus, from Greek mythology and all that?"

"Sure," I shrugged. "Zeus. Hades. Hermes. Those guys."

Thunder boomed in the sky, even thought there wasn't a storm cloud in sight. Percy glanced at the sky worriedly. "Yeah. Them," he said. "Well, I know you won't believe me, but the gods of Olympus existed, and still exist today, in the United States. And you are one of their children. You, Jacob Spark, are a half-blood, the son of a god."

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