I only had a second to piece my thoughts together. The hellhound was bigger than I was, the image of it burned into my head from the death of my friend. I'd felt like I'd been blown over by a strong rush of wind when the idea of what the creature could do to camp hit me.

I began to run as fast as my legs could take me. I knew I wouldn't be faster than the hound and I knew I wouldn't have time to warn the cabins, but I didn't let myself get discouraged.

I'd hated running from a young age. I hated how easily I'd run out of breath. I hated the way that my sides would hurt and I could never get my breaths to match my steps. I hated how I could never focus on anything but how soon I'd get to stop. I was built for strength, not speed, but even then I was still scrawnier than my siblings, not in a bad way, but more so that I could outrun them all. I'd began to think about what awaited me when I got to the camp. Would there be war? How many would be hurt after being so caught off guard, just after a battle too? They'd be slaughtered.

My thoughts made me pump harder and I felt myself speed up until I busted into the clearing where the rest of the camp was gathered.

"Percy run!' Was all I heard as I saw the large growling dog claw at the new boy.

Suddenly, the entire cabin of Apollo took aim and all shot the beast in the neck, led by Chiron himself. The dog fell, dead. The fight was over quickly and nobody noticed my reappearance, except, of course, my sister, who'd walked up behind me while I watched the dog, not trusting it to actually be dead.

"Di immortalis!" Annabeth had said. "That's a hellhound from the fields of punishment." It had taken me a moment to piece together exactly what that could mean, but I remembered the night I'd last seen one and pieced it together before anyone else could speak. "They don't- They're not supposed to-" Annabeth became a rush of emotion as she stared at the beast. I could see it on her face that just looking at it made her uncomfortable.

"Someone summoned it, Someone inside the camp" Chiron said. I froze. I'd heard of campers summoning monsters into camp for cruel pranks and jokes and plain rudeness, but the idea that someone had summoned a hell hound seemed illogical and too much of a pain to attempt.

I watched as Luke, one of my first friends at Camp Half Blood, walked over to where Chiron stood next to the boy.

"It's all Percy's fault! Percy summoned it." I looked over at Clare who'd just shouted from next to me, as did look, but I couldn't help but feel he'd looked at me instead.

The dog began to disappear, leaving no souvenir as Chiron silenced her. She didn't mind too much because she quickly turned to me, waiting for an explanation, when I realized that Luke was also watching me intently. His eyebrows were furrowed, like he was trying to figure out which sword blow would knock the air out of me the fastest.

Some commotion happened that I couldn't understand because I was too busy waiting for Luke to say something to me, but instead he kept his distance as if wondering what would happen if he came any closer. I was uncomfortable and took it upon myself to see what was happening. I shoved through the crowd just in time to see the wound across Percy's chest, where the dog must've gotten him heal, water almost traveling up his skin from the creek he stood in and sewing his skin back together. Then, I looked up.

A spinning trident made of green light had appeared over Percy's head. Another gift from his father. He was the sea god's son. I dropped to my knees as everyone has to do when a camper's parentage is announced, though nobody had for mine.

I'd turned around, ready to go back to Thalia's tree and rant some more. The pathetic piece of seaweed trash had not only embarrassed my cabin and me personally, but he'd been given the highest honor imaginable. The son of a Three. He didn't deserve that. He was weak. He could barely hold a sword outside of the water. He was nothing except for Poseidon's gifts. I was gripping my sword so tight that when a hand gripped my shoulder, I almost cut their head off before I even knew who it was.

I spun around face to face with a pissed of Luke gripping his sword as well. He threw a glance over his shoulder before grabbing my arm and pulling me into the thickness of the woods, where we wouldn't be seen by the now fleeting crowd of campers, not letting go of me until we were invisible to everyone who'd been near seconds before.

"What were you thinking?" Luke shoved me, still holding his sword by his side. He looked angry, but being a son of Ares, I knew the difference between genuine anger and fake and Luke was acting.

"I don't know-" Luke shoved me again and I felt my face begin to get red.

"You summoned that damn thing."

"I-" I froze, staring hard at my company in the woods. My short moment at the hill suddenly coming back to me full swing. "It takes more than a few words to summon something like that!" I tried to defend myself and Luke, who seemed caught off guard for a second quickly regained his acted anger, but I already knew that I could've. I didn't mean to, but I could've. I was angry. An angry son of war was more powerful than most of anything else. A couple words were enough for anything.

"You brought it here! After everything that happened to Thalia. One of those almost killed you and yet you think it's a brilliant idea to bring one here! Just because you were bested. You're just like Ares, stupid when angry."

That's when I swung at him, not caring about anything else, only that I wanted anyone who compared me to my heart begotten father dead.

Our tiny battle only lasted a good ten minutes, both of us too tired to actually make it to the death before Luke and I simultaneously gave up. Neither of us spoke to the other, covered in cuts and bruises that we'd end up blaming on the Capture the Flag game, and my mind racing, but I didn't let that stop me from passing out the moment I fell into my bed.