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"Come on Percy! I really need your help. Just try, at least try."

"Why am I doing something nice for the Stolls after their last prank?"

"You're not, you're doing this for me."

They won't leave me alone. Not the campers, nor the memories. Mostly the campers. Now I can hear a muffled conversation from outside the cabin. Whoop-de-do.

"Come on Perce. Please."

"After the last prank those Stolls pulled? I'd rather avoid them completely. "

"Percy. Please."

"Fine."

There's a knock on the cabin door. I let out a sigh. These campers just won't give up. I open the door and see boy standing there. Black hair, sea-green eyes, and he's totally ripped. That's just what I could see with his orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt.

"Hi."

"Hi. Can I help you?"

"Not really." A rock flies from a bush nearby and hits him in the back. "Ow, I mean, yeah. Do you want to spar?"

I pretend to think about it for a little bit. "No." I slam the door shut but he puts his foot in between it and the frame.

"Wait a minute. I really want to spar with you."

I glance at him through the crack. "I don't even know you." I say, still holding the door shut.

He pushes the door open with surprising strength and extends his hand. "Percy Jackson, Head Counselor of the Poseidon cabin."

I look at his hand, and then make a big show of crossing my arms over my chest. "Chloë. Undetermined member of the Hermes cabin."

Percy frowns, lowering his hand. "Now you know me. Let's spar."

"I don't have a weapon, sorry. "

"There are plenty of them just laying around. I'm sure we can find one that works."

"You're not going to give up, are you?"

"Nope," he replies, a mischievous half-grin on his face.

"Fine. Let's get this over with." I walk over to my bunk and grab the arm guards I received from the Stoll's (who were as stubborn as Percy) from my chest.

On the way there Percy keeps asking me about fighting techniques. What weapon do I prefer, long or short sword, knives or daggers, etcetera. When we finally reach the arena I shut him up by asking him to help me find a sword. He digs around the few piles of weapons randomly located around the arena for a few minutes before he brings me a short sword with a leather grip. It's not balanced, but it'll do.

We start by slowly stepping around each other, waiting for the other to strike. He strikes first, and I easily deflect it. His eyes narrow, and I now I have to make a move before he decides to step up his game. I lunge forward, feigning to the right, then go straight for his sword and twist it out of his grip. He looks a bit stunned at his sword, now laying on the ground, before looking up at me with a broad smile.

"They said you wouldn't try anything, looks like you really don't need to."

I'm a little taken aback. I just showed him I already knew how to use a sword and he responds with "the others were wrong".

"You should still keep practicing to get better. I'd hate for you to let those skills go to waste."

I don't respond, just keep looking at him, trying to figure out if he hit his head earlier or something.

"Um, did I say something wrong?"

I grin and put my head in my hands, then mumble "the Stolls were right, you do have fish for brains" I look up at him and he's still smiling as much as ever.

"Usually it's Seaweed brain, but I guess Fish-for-brains works to."

"are you crazy, or just an idiot?"

"Hey!"

"What? I'm just asking."

I hear laughter coming from behind me and turn to see the blonde…what was her name…Annabeth…laughing. "I was starting to think you didn't have a sense of humor."

I glare at her, and she stops laughing. "Great. Can I go back to my cabin now?"

Percy retrieves his sword from it's place on the ground. "Not yet. I want to see what you can really do."

I groan, not wanting to have any more to do with these two. Not right now at least. "How about tonight. In the North woods?"

Percy quickly turns to look at me. "The North woods? Tonight? Why in the world would we do that?" He still has a big grin plastered on his face.

"Percy, you aren't seriously considering-"

"Not now, Wise Girl." He says teasingly.

I roll my eyes and walk up to him. "You want to see what I can do. I have to go to Arts and crafts, so I don't really have the time right now. Compromise, tonight, North Woods. I'll bring this sword, you bring yours, and Annabeth can come and watch if she wants."

"Sounds good to me. It won't be as easy to disarm me now that I know you aren't a newbie."

I put my hand on his chest to push him away jokingly, but the second I touch him my body's burning in pain.

I'm trapped in some sort of mud, drowning in it, sticky, liquid mud filling my ears, my nose, my eyes, settling in my lungs as I try desperately to breathe-

I'm surrounded by towering black trees, completely bare of branches. The ground was smooth and pale. Around me were wrinkled…things, with bat wings and glowering red eyes and talons, sharp talons. They had on shredded black dresses, and had ravenous looks on their faces, like delirious hungry lions. My body's on fire, my blood burning inside me. For some reason I feel guilty, guilty of…not giving people a second thought-

And then faces flash before me, a girl with olive skin and dark hair, and brilliant green eyes, filled with fear and determination as the she runs at a huge machine, a streak of silver across a barren landscape. Another girl, this one also dressed in silver, black eyes staring at the sky, a bloody wound marring her chest. Now a boy with blonde hair and violet eyes filled with tears choking on sobs as he lights something on fire, a burial shroud. A tall guy with a big build, black hair and brown eyes that meet mine before reaching up to touch a watch on his wrist, closing his eyes as an explosions turns everything red. A boy with blonde hair and blue eyes yelling at me, telling me a bridge is weak, then all I see is a splintered bow on asphalt. An angry boy with black hair and an eyepatch killing himself. A tall blonde guy with elfish features, digging his fingers into my arm as I promise not to let something happen again-

A boy with glossy raven black hair and olive skin and green eyes filled with anger, his whole face distorted with rage as I tell him someone died, how I failed to keep a girl safe-

Annabeth's gray eyes wide, fearful, afraid of me as…poison…as I control poison and force a terrifying woman who's face is stained with tears, and I force her to choke on it. Using it as a weapon against her-

And then all the images disappear and everything is completely dark, except for faces flashing in front of me that I can suddenly put a name to-

The girl with black hair and green eyes who was dressed in silver, Bianca di Angelo.

The girl with the black eyes and black hair that was dressed in silver and dying, Zoe Nightshade.

The violet eyed blonde boy choking on tears, Pollux.

The big guy that blew everything up, Charles Beckendorf.

The blonde haired blue eyed boy with a bow, Michael Yew.

The black haired boy with the eye patch, Ethan Nakamura.

The blue eyed, blonde haired elfish guy, Luke Castellan.

And then it goes dark for real.