Alright, here we go! I hope you like it.

Peter eats like a pig. Today, at breakfast, he ate twelve pancakes, three waffles, and four bowls of cereal. The pancakes and waffles were bigger than his head.

"Where do you put all that?"I asked.

He laughed and started to respond, but was interrupted by Dionysus storming in.

"PERCY JACKSON!" he bellowed, and boom, it was as if someone hit the pause button. Talking stopped, eating stopped, walking stopped, even if the person had one foot in the air. I tried to correct him, but my mouth was dry. Somehow, Thalia found her voice.

"Percy's… Percy's gone, Mr. D."

"No, he isn't! He's sitting right there!" And he pointed at Peter.

"What? I'm not… You're… My name's Peter Johnson!"

"Whatever. It's the same difference." The atmosphere relaxed, but Mr. D broke it. "Anyway, Pierre, you have been challenged by Christopher Reise."

"Uh… who?" Peter asked, confused.

"Me," said a smug voice. I turned. It was Connor.

"Paul! Do you accept?"

"I… Yeah, I do!"

"Good. There hasn't been a camper death in… Erm, I mean, campers, you may watch if you like. It starts in… five minutes!" Mr. D left with a flash of purple light.

I stopped Peter in the aisle. Peter is a child of Poseidon. You shouldn't mess with him."

No, he isn't, Annabeth. If you switch around the letters of his last name, Rase, what do you get?'' I did it quickly and gasped. "But that makes it even more dangerous!"

"I know, but I… "He paused, hearing a kid mocking him stuttering. In a flash of bronze, Peter drew his sword out of his sheath, and threw it over his head, where it imbedded itself into the table between the guy's fingers. Without a word, Peter retrieved it and exited the mess hall.

By the time I got to the arena, Peter and Connor had already started. I quickly sat next to Thalia, who squeezed my hand, he face grim.

"You know who Connor is?" she asked me quietly. I nodded, and then I heard the whoosh! of water, and I looked up. Connor had summoned a giant ball of water.

"I'm going to drown him," he bragged. Thalia and I stood up, but Dionysus gave us a look that you do not want to get from a god. I did the next best thing. I bit my lip and prayed.

About three minutes later, the ball disappeared. Peter was standing, perfectly fine.

"Is that all you've got? Because that was pitiful." Peter taunted.

With a snarl, Connor ran toward Peter. Their swords crossed, and I was scared. Scared because of the look on Connor's face. It was a look that said I will kill you now. And that was exactly Connor's intention. They parried a bit more, then Connor drew back, panting. Peter casually twirled his sword between his fingers, and I could imagine him smiling.

Whoosh! Connor had summoned the water ball again.

"So he can hold his breath for a while. So what?"

But then the ball blasted apart, and Peter stood, untouched. Then he attacked.

Connor could hardly block, Peter was so fast. He attacked faster than a demon. Soon, I don't even know how, Connor was on the ground, disarmed, and Peter was going in for the kill. I rushed forward, knowing I had to stop him. I grabbed his shoulders.

"Peter, no!"

Out of the corner off my eye, I saw Thalia stand and mimic throwing something. Peter's hood blew off and…

CLIFFHANGER! And a dramatic one! I'm almost done!