"Well children." The old man said, grinning like a maniac. "That seemed to get your attention."

"Jesus of Nazareth." Chiron said. The old centaur shuddered. "And you claim to have once known him?"

"Correct." The old man laughed. "Like I said, I met him once. Even traded a few words. Let me tell you, that dusty old book doesn't do him justice."

"Did he just call the Bible a 'dusty old book'?" I heard one of the campers mutter to his friend.

"That I did, boya!" The old man smacked his leg and begun to laugh. Damn, he had amazing hearing for an old dude. "Those dusty old scholars weren't even alive during the events! How would they know what really happened? Let me tell you, he di-"

"I'm sorry to interrupt your story, but I have a question." Annabeth walked towards the old man, stopping about a meter in front of him. "How do we know we can trust you? You just waltz into our Camp, which by the way, is warded against mortal influence, and claim to be a two thousand year old man who knew Jesus of Nazareth. Then you claim that you're here to help us fight against the Church. Yet at the same time we know that you're an escapee from the Church's equivalent of a Supermax prison." Even I had to admit that Annabeth had a point. Judging from the murmurs from the other campers, they had the same reservations as I did.

"…" The old man was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he burst out laughing. "Indeed! You truly are Athena's daughter! Oh, how I wish I had met you under different circumstances!"

"…eh?" For the first time ever, I saw Annabeth completely gob smacked. She had probably expected the old man to react in many different ways, but definitely not like this.

"Ohoho." The old man wiped a tear with his left hand. "I haven't laughed this hard in centuries! Anyways, I'm sure you want evidence to back up my claims, correct?" Annabeth nodded. "Well, I don't have any-"

Wow…Is this guy messing with us or what? I could sense Annabeth barely restraining her urge to stab him. If he going on like this, I might help her.

"-on me." The old man finished. "Though, I do have some useful information." The old man raised a single finger. "First, an army led by a very dangerous person is currently moving towards this camp. You guys had better either A) Prepare for battle against a force of both mortals and…well non-humans. Or B) Run like hell. Actually, scratch plan B. If that monster brings his sword, you're all fu-"

"Wait, an army?" Annabeth asked. As usual, she immediately recognized the most important bit.

"Well I say army, but a single branch is about the size of a legion, which would be about…five thousand men?" The old man counted on one hand. "Yes, about five thousand or so troops."

"A legion?" I asked, flashing back to Camp Jupiter. "Isn't that a Roman term?"

"I told you, I was born around two thousand years ago. In another life, I was a solider." The old man said simply. "But that isn't important. What's important is that the the Northern Branch is about to descend on your camp. And if you guys don't do anything, they're going to slaughter you."

Well now it gets interesting. The Greeks have an enemy to fight. Not just enemy mind you. An army of mortals. Wonder how they'll fare, seeing as Celestial Bronze doesn't affect Mortals. Will it even effect Michael, seeing as he doesn't fit into the Greek Pantheon?

Well, we'll find out won't we?

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