Chapter six;

Percy Jackson had slept most of the next 36 hours, Lee and Chiron had both double checked his diagnosis that Deo had given, but it appeared there wasn't anything wrong beside exhaustion. Given the few weeks that the boy had had, well, Deo couldn't blame him after speaking with Satyr Grover. The day after Deo had saved Jackson, his cabin had only appeared out for meals – spending their day in the cabin, getting to know each other properly. Or at least, letting Deo get to know them and them getting to know him better. The day had been spent talking, looking through books – both Deo's personal collection and the ones in the cabin – playing board games, and watching movies (on a tv that mysteriously appeared whilst they had been away at lunch), he had enjoyed the day with his cabin mates more than any other time in his life that he had spent with the Dursley's.

The next day was back to training.

He had caught the odd glimpse of Percy Jackson around camp, and it appeared that Chase had all but glued herself to his side. At least that gave him some space to breath from the girl. It was at lunch time that Deo introduced himself to Percy, who had been sat with Luke. Lee had tagged along with him, and promptly informed Percy that it had been Deo that had saved his ass, and fixed him up.

Oh, and that next time he thought to get himself into such a situation – Deo wouldn't be saving his ass, but Lee would be kicking it.

Percy was ignored when he tried to protest his innocence.

Percy seemed like he could be a good friend, Deo decided. He was a little arrogant and seemed a bit slow on the up take, but other than that he seemed kind hearted and loyal.

He also seemed like the type of kid that was constantly either overlooked or underestimated.

There was something underlyingly familiar about him…

Deo frowned as he watched Chase drag him off, with Luke following behind them.

It was Friday again before Deo knew it.

That meant, of course, capture the flag. Since Percy had arrived, Clarisse had backed off trying to kill him every two minutes. Of course, she hadn't forgiven him. Not at all, in fact. She was absolutely furious that he had destroyed a gift from her father, the electric staff, and she was currently wielding a normal sword that was mostly used for practicing in the arena.

For the sake of winning the game, luckily, the Ares cabin had decided to strike a deal with the Apollo cabin. They would be on the opposite team to the Hermes cabin this time, which was odd but not unwelcome since the Athena cabin would also be fighting against them. Ok, so most of the Athena cabin seemed fine – but at the same time they wouldn't ever stick up for him in front of Chase, either, since she was the cabin counsellor.

He had been placed guarding the flag once again since he had done so well in the previous game; but one thing that Quidditch had taught him, or at least Wood, was that you never used the exact same strategy twice, or at least where it could be helped.

The Ares cabin had been the one that had placed the flag this time, and it was situated further upstream to where he was the last time – this clearing was smaller, the trees around it thicker, obviously a strategy they were trying. Not only did the other team need to get the flag, but they also had to get it back into their own territory. Making it more difficult to escape the clearing meant that it was easier for the archers (all from Apollo) that were hidden high in the trees would be able to take them out with minimal issues.

He had set a proximity alert ward – which was surprisingly easy to do! – around the clearing, to alert him to Annabeth Chase' presence. He had also set a few charms that were meant to distract a person, making them go in opposite directions too. And finally, he had disillusioned several of the trees, to make it look like they weren't there – oh they certainly were. And someone was bound to walk right into one or two.

His mothers advanced books had come in really handy – especially the ones on charms and defensive magicks.

Casting a disillusionment charm on himself and what he had nicknamed the stealth charm (the one that silenced him to the outside world), he sat back and waited. Laughing to himself as his cabin-mates above let out a startled yell between them when he vanished.

Share your full strategy with no one, unless unavoidable. Only share certain parts with only those necessary either for the execution of the plan, or to keep them from interfering.

What didn't surprise him was that it was Annabeth Chase that turned out to be the one that appeared from the other team. She managed to set off his proximity alerts, walk straight into a tree and stumbled into the clearing looking absolutely pissed off. it was a good thing that he was silenced because otherwise she would have found him immediately from his laughter.

"You are a coward Calix." Chase called out,

He stopped laughing in silence, and narrowed his eyes.

"A coward, that hides and does nothing but little magic tricks." Chase jeered, Deo gritted his teeth. "You aren't even a real demigod, are you? Just a stupid, little coward!"

She was baiting him.

Sigh.

Where the stream cut through the clearing, Chase paused and looked uncertain. He smirked and focused on the water – since the day in the bathroom he had been practicing, using water and controlling it. it seemed natural, and rather easy…draining, but easy, if he focused.

As Chase went to the leap over the water, it rushed upwards into a wave and knocked her over, landing on her butt in the stream. She screamed in frustration and drew her sword, swinging it wildly. He wasn't anywhere close, but he moved towards her and intercepted her second strike as he dropped the spells he had in place.

She was good with sword, he would give her that.

Several seconds of sparring, and he noticed her technique – she was keeping him away from the stream, more than she was trying to get to the flag at the moment. Dodging another strike, he leapt forward and forced her back too, so both of them were standing in the stream.

He gasped as he felt like he was suddenly filled with energy.

…like when he had tipped the water over his head several weeks back, in his first week at camp!

Taking advantage of his sudden distraction, Annabeth swung her sword up and managed to carve a shallow cut into his left upper arm. Hissing in pain, he growled and managed to intercept another strike before she could hit him again, another block and he managed to knock the sword from her hands and the smirk from her face, just as the horn was blown signalling the end of the game.

Hmmm, perhaps he should try a game next time without magic, might make it a bit more challenging!

Like the last time, everyone converged on their clearing of the winning team. Everyone was chatting and congratulating each other on a good game, when a growl could be heard – he heard Chiron should something in ancient Greek, which automatically translated to "Stand ready! My bow!", before a black blur appeared – Deo was knocked flying backwards, the claws of the hell hound easily ripping through the Armor that he was wearing, and sinking into his chest.

He screamed in agony.

He flinched backwards when three arrows suddenly appeared, protruding through the beasts throat, before it vanished to nothing.

Get to the water.

"what?" He whispered, almost delirious,

Get to the water. It will help.

Realising that the voice was in his head, but different to that of the voice that he had heard of Apollo, he assumed that it was another god speaking. His father? Maybe. He rolled over and groaned in agony, batting away the hands of Lia and Ales, who had appeared at his side – they had been closest to him when he was attacked – and clawed his way to the bank of the stream. He only managed to get within the distance it took to dip his hand into the water, but it helped.

The water seemed to hug his hands comfortingly, as the sun above pierced canopy above, before the water seemed to be absorbed by his skin, travelling up his arm (healing that cut along the way), and washing down over his chest. After a few seconds, he looked down to the leather Armor and his t-shirt underneath torn to shreds but the skin beneath – which had been bloodied and torn – looked like nothing had happened at all.

Scrambling to his feet, he groaned in exhaustion – frowning as Chiron and several demigods let out startled gasps. They were looking at something above his head, as people started to kneel down.

"The blood line is determined!" Chiron announced, as he too knelt and bowed his head, "Poseidon – earth shaker, storm bringer, lord of horses! Hail, Deo Calix, son of the Sea God!"

Poseidon?

Poseidon was his father? Well, that he should have expected! A talent to manipulate water and such…

Even the Ares campers were bowing now, looking up above his head, he saw why people had been so startled. There was a glowing green hologram of a trident hovering above his head.

"I think we need to speak in the Big House, Deo." Chiron stated as the hologram faded, and he rose to his feet.

Notes:

Short chapter, but all good!

Next chapter will be up soon too!

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Leelee xx