Thank you so much for the reviews everyone, I can't believe I got so many for just one chapter! Anyway, I hope I kept you guessing, and I hope you like this one! Next chapter will have a bit more warrior-Percy action, don't worry!

Disclaimer: As always, I don't own any of Rick Riordan's characters.

A girl pushed her way through the crowd, her calm, dark green eyes blazing and her spear raised. She came over to Percy, who was currently locked in battle with an evil looking, built-like-a-wall Roman soldier. Somehow, he was holding his own.

He still had no idea, like everything else, how that had happened.

He had been pushed to the ground. Everyone went silent, and then they attacked. Percy had used his hands to hold off the brutal weapons, but he had a feeling that his muscles would feel like hell in the morning.

That was when she screamed, and everybody froze again.

"Stop!" She cried out, and from everywhere, long, green vines twisted from the earth itself and around the legs of the campers. The campers all around groaned, and stood still as their leafy prisons held them tightly.

The girl too had a purple top and gym shorts on, with small flowers tied into her long brown hair. Her features were soft and kind and her olive skin seemed slightly out of place.

"What do you think you're doing? He has the right to fight for his freedom and his place in our camp, just like every other one of us! And then you try to kill him as soon as he walks through the enchanted gates?"

"He's the enemy!" Someone from the crowd shouted, but the girl just narrowed her eyes in their direction. A vine tugged a bit more and pulled him to the ground. Percy realised that it was the boy he had been fighting moments before.

"And he was our friend! Do you remember? This is Percy Jackson! Caesar, he helped you perfect your sword technique just yesterday! Angeline, he taught you how to swim! He was helping Cassandra put up the wards of the camp last week! Just because he's... Greek doesn't mean he's weak, and doesn't mean he's the enemy. He's a halfblood just like us. And don't you forget it, Blake."

The boy, the one who called out, Blake, hung his head and stepped back. His sword crashed to the ground and his arm hung limp as the ground swallowed up his weapon.

The girl with powers didn't seem intimidating; she was medium height, and she had the air of someone who liked to stay hidden. But somehow, she went out of her way to help him, and everyone was almost scared because of it.

"Come with us. I'm sure you'll want some free time before dawn," the girl told Percy, and reluctantly he followed her echoing footsteps.

From all around he could feel eyes trained on him, piercing into the back of his head like the daggers in their belts.

"Us?"

As someone stepped too close, Percy reached for something in his pocket on instinct. He was surprised to find a small, golden pen hovering in his hand.

Riptide, a voice said in his head as he watched the object. Riptide, he thought. Where had he heard that before?

"Oh, of course; you haven't met my friends yet – well, we've met you, anyway. We'll protect you, don't worry. Somehow though, I think you'll hold your own in a fight. The way you were fighting off Blake... that was impressive, even for a professional fighter. Where did you train?"

"As I've told everyone to every single question I get asked – I have no clue."

"Did I hear something about protecting the Seaweed Brain? Pluto, that wasn't in my contract, Haze," a cool, collected voice asked from behind the pair.

The boy had dancing brown hair and blonde hair, with tanned skin that didn't come from working hours in the sun. He was short and lean, like a Ken Barbie doll in some ways.

"Contract, Samson? I don't remember seeing your signature anywhere that doesn't also have the markings of a Venus' daughter's telephone number," Haze replied, lifting a dark eyebrow suggestively, a devilish grin on her face.

"Aspen, am I really that vain? Your view of me is heartbreaking," the boy replied, feigning a heart attack and clutching his chest.

"I didn't know it was a secret, Robert. But I'm being rude; Percy, this is Robert Samson, son of Apollo," the girl told Percy who turned to see the happy, short boy smiling widely at him.

"Call me Bobby, Perce," Bobby said, holding out his hand. Percy reached out to shake it, but the boy took his hand away suddenly, laughing at the confusion on the Greek's face. "It's been a while since our almighty camp has seen some drama. Let me just get my extra large toffee popcorn and extra large diet coke and we'll be ready," Bobby joked, that mischievous grin still planted on his tanned face.

"I just realised that I haven't told you my name," the girl smiled shyly, giggling slightly at her own stupidity. "I'm Hazel Aspen, daughter of Ceres. Demeter in Greek," she confirmed.

"I'm Percy, son of... son of..." He stopped, and searched for a name of any parent. Nothing ever came, as always.

"Well, from what we know, you weren't claimed. So, you're son of your momma and daddy. Well, amnesia, huh? I don't think I could cope if I got that," Bobby said, a shiver obviously running down his spine, his face twisted in a mock grimace.

"Oh, I think I could. You've burnt enough images into my brain to make me want to forget everything," Hazel retorted, and Percy had a feeling that these two went a long way back.

"Trust me; you don't want to forget everything, because you'll always be wondering if you'll ever be able to remember just something," Percy replied bluntly, fingering the pen in his pocket; thinking of the stormy grey eyes that looked like they could control the whole heavens to do their bidding; thinking of how he moved with his hands, defending and attacking like a dancer in a choreographed routine; wondering why whenever he looked around at the camp, tears formed in his greener- than- the- sea- itself eyes.

The people present were silent as they lead him towards another cabin, with a girl resting on it, watching as they approached.

"Gwen!" Hazel called, coughing slightly as though to change the conversation. The girl smiled warmly, and just as Percy got close enough, hugged him tightly.

"I've always wanted to meet a Greek," she gushed, a sense of wonder and curiosity in her grey eyes. He reminded him of somebody, somebody always hiding at the back of his thoughts. "All of that history... I, of course, don't believe those-"she waved her wrist offhandedly, "-rumours, which are insulting to our entire heritage, if you ask me. Which you didn't. I'm going on again, aren't I?"

She turned to Bobby who shook his head, and nodded behind her back. Percy cracked a smile.

"I'm Gwendolyn, daughter of Minerva, but call me Gwen."

Gwen had small, pixie like features with small eyes and a small, button nose. Her blonde hair was down to her shoulders, but pulled back into a lazy ponytail. She was taller than Bobby and just a bit shorter than Hazel.

"Minerva. That's Athena, right?" Percy asked, imagining a tall woman with the same eyes as her daughter but darker, and more like a rough sea than the calm breeze of the Roman's. She was dressed in full, but flattering, body armour, with a red fringed helmet and a large shield.

"That's correct; goddess of wisdom and battle strategy," Gwen said, but her smile didn't reach her normally calm eyes. Obviously, people got offended when you acted like their parents were similar to the Greeks.

"It seems as though you've met our other friends, Reyna and Dakota," the daughter of Athena said again, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

"They're your friends? Seriously?" Percy gasped, covering his mouth with his bleeding, rough hand when he realised how rude and unlike him he sounded; whatever the real Percy Jackson really sounded like anyway.

"Yes. We grew up here, the five of us, and of course, Cassandra joined just before you. Those two can be a tad more... intimidating," Hazel replied, nodding slowly. Obviously, he wasn't the first to feel the wrath of the two soldiers.

"Cassandra?" Percy started, but the girls gave him a look that said "We'll tell you later".

"Ignore them, though. They'll get heated over any argument; anyone here can tell you that. Dakota's always angry at something or someone, but usually it always relates back to her mother, Venus. She doesn't want to be a daughter of love; she would be better suited for the Mars cabin. And Reyna..." Gwen stopped, looking up to the heavens as though as answer would come down from them.

"Reyna's a special case, you could say. Or you could say she was... different. Or you could know the real story, and know that neither of those things are true," Bobby said, and they were the most solemn sentences Percy had ever heard him say.

"The real story?" Percy repeated, looking at the three friends. They were all very different, and yet all very calm. They were so close to each other and yet so far away. Percy wondered if he had ever had a group of tight-knit friends like that.

"Don't ask. You'll find out soon enough, anyway," Hazel reassured him, leading him away and back in the opposite direction; where they had just escaped from.

"Why are we going back?" Percy asked as Bobby and Gwendolyn started to follow them.

"You obviously got off on the wrong foot with Dakota, and on some levels, Reyna. And you haven't even met Cassandra yet."

"Cassandra?" He asked again, wondering how she was, and whether or not she would make the likes of Dakota and Reyna look like kittens.

"She's quite new here, like you. She's a daughter of Trivia, goddess of magic. She's very powerful for a demigod, and a recently found one at that." Hazel marched forwards, and as they peered over the hill, Percy saw the camp come to life before his eyes.

There were archers of Apollo firing arrow after arrow, dead centre every time, with smug smiles on their flawless faces. There were people crowded around papers and confusing blueprints; Athena's children were planning another victory.

There were fighters, brandishing swords and spears as Ares' kids fought. There were beautiful campers from Aphrodite checking their reflections in mirrors and pools, casting spells and love, unbeknownst to their victims.

There were sons and daughters of Hephaestus working away, building another wonder, no doubt. There were children of Hermes grinning and setting traps over cabins, stealing whatever was of worth from the pockets of other demigods.

And all around, there were smiles of triumph and acceptance. This camp may have been strict; it may have been cruel; and it may have been brutal. But they had all accepted their fate, and all strived to be the best.

The Roman soldiers were happy.

"Percy, come on. There's a lot to do," Hazel told him softly, and they continued into the battlefield. Heads turned, but nobody said a word to the group of very different people. Some nodded in their direction, but whether it was to Percy or one of the Romans, he couldn't be sure.

"I swear, if you even try to attack him I'll personally rip off your puny head and big ego," a level voice said angrily near the Pegasi stables, and Percy winced when he saw Dakota, Reyna and another girl arguing.

"I have a big ego, do I, Cassandra? Do you hear that, Reyna? The girl who boasted to Lupa about her charm skills says I have a big ego!" Dakota laughed bitterly.

"How many times must I tell you that I said nothing for it to get through your thick skull?" The girl, Cassandra, asked, feigning innocence.

"And yet, somehow she let you cast the protection spells around the camp! I bet she just happened to know what spells you were practising in class, didn't she." Dakota's anger was fiery and fierce, whereas Cassandra's was as cold as ice, using words as her weapons.

"Cassandra, you can't possibly think that he isn't a threat!" Reyna butted in, her eyes wide and her mouth turned downwards into a frown.

"I do think he's a threat. I just don't think he'd ever threaten us." Dakota turned even redder with rage and was about to move forwards, spear raised, before Percy's three companions stepped in between the fighting Romans.

"Ahem," Hazel coughed, and the three girls turned to her. They looked at Percy, who stared back, as still as a marble statue teetering on the edge of a cliff.

"Perseus!" Cassandra cried, and she smiled at him. Then, she raised her hand and muttered a few words in Latin. A glow covered the Greek, bathing him in a green light. The girl smiled, and her hazel eyes took on a glazed look.

"Just as I thought," she nodded, taking a step back and giving him a once over, her eyes gazing at the necklace just visible under his purple camp top.

"Are you beautiful girls fighting over me again? Really, ladies, there's no need. There's enough of the Bobbster to go around," Bobby joked, breaking through the tension like a slick knife. He was smart, for a prankster.

"You wish, Robert," Dakota said icily, her face breaking into a rare smile for a moment. "But what's he doing here? Can't you see that he's the enemy?"

Hazel, Gwen, Bobby and Cassandra sighed audibly, and turned to Dakota and Reyna, shoulder to shoulder. Their faces were fierce and unlike the kind ones Percy had been introduced to. He had a feeling that he was lucky to get on their good side.

"Are you going to fight us, Dakota, Reyna? Are you going to attack your friends because they don't see eye to eye?" Gwen asked, pressing the two girls into forming an answer. Cassandra's eyes were still slightly glazed over, but she had a determined look on her face that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Σταμάτα!" Percy cried, stepping in between the two parties, his arms raised to stop any attacks.

"What? Are you going all Ancient Greek on us, Percy?" Bobby asked, confusion written all over his usually mischievous face.

"I said, 'Stop'. Stop," he repeated. "Don't fight over me. If what you say is true, and I'm a Greek demigod, then I'll be dead and gone by dawn anyway, and you know it."

"Only if you give up. We've seen you, or we think we have, train. Come on; just because you haven't been tested yet doesn't mean you can't train with us," Gwen smiled kindly, and lead the seven of them towards the fighting grounds. The sound of metal hitting metal crashed against Percy's ears.

"And Dakota? When Gwen says train, she means not kill," the daughter of Athena said harshly, tugging on Percy's hand and pulling him forwards.

"We'll just have to see about that, won't we?" Reyna asked, staring at the Greek with equal respect and dislike.

She didn't know what it was, but something about him unnerved her. Maybe it was the way Cassandra had predicted his coming, as well as the camp Oracle, Melissa. Maybe it was the look of fear and yet determination in his sea eyes, or the way his soft demeanour was just a disguise for the fighter inside. Or maybe it was because Reyna knew those eyes when he turned up months ago – and then she saw them filled with confusion that broke her heart.

Maybe it was the way he reminded her of her Jason, her lost Jason. And that Percy was now going to prepare to fight for his life at dawn, in front of Lupa and the rest of the camp. And the chances were that he would fail.

Yay! The second chapter is up, and we get to see more of the six demigods later - meaning, the next chapter! I really hope you liked it!

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