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What will happen to Percy now? Read to find out!

Chapter 7: Percy

As he left the cave, Percy was deep in thought about Annabeth, who was supposedly his girlfriend. Memories were coming back, he was dancing with her at some military school, she kissed him on the cheek in some volcano, he was sitting with her on a balcony in some hotel in Manhattan and telling her that she was not dying on him. But they were just flashes, not much to hold on to. Then he bumped into Bobby.

"Hey Percy, what's up?" he asked. "Want to go practice some sword fighting?"

"Sure, I have nothing better to do." Percy answered, deciding to just do something to pass the time.

Bobby tried to pick out a good sword for him, but non felt balanced. That's when Percy felt something in his pocket and pulled it out. It was a pen. Percy knew it was special somehow, but what was he supposed to do with it? Write a letter to someone? Percy uncapped the pen, and it grew into a long, double-edge sword.

"Woah," Bobby said, seeing the pen turn into a sword. "Where'd you get that?"

"I'm, I'm not sure." Percy replied, mystified. The sword felt perfectly balanced in his hands. Anaklusmos, Percy thought. Riptide. Percy decided not to hurt his own brain trying to figure out where he got the sword, and so he pointed it towards Bobby and said, "Let's fight."

As Percy fought, old techniques and moves came back to him. It came naturally, and he soon had Bobby's sword on the floor and his own pointed at Bobby's chest.

"What- what style is that?" Bobby asked as Percy lowered his sword.

"Same answer as always, I don't know. Your style is strange to me too, though." Percy replied. Where could he have learned sword play?

"Well, you're good. I think you'll have a pretty good chance tonight when proving your worth." When Percy looked a bit confused, he added, "You know, so they know which legion to put you in?"

"Oh, right." Percy touched the cap to his sword, and it shrank back into a pen. Bobby watched, and Percy could tell he was thinking hard, also trying to figure out why Percy had that sword.

"That's the lunch bell, we should go." Bobby said after another round of fighting with the same results.

At lunch, something caught Lupa's eye. She was staring at him with an intense expression on her face, thinking hard. As soon as she saw he was looking at her, she looked away, but that thoughtful expression stayed on her face.

After lunch, Hazel took Percy to the archery range, but they soon found out he wasn't very good. In fact, he was terrible. Percy knew that this wasn't new, somehow he new that he had always been bad at archery. Oh well.

Hazel wasn't too disappointed. At least they knew that Percy wasn't a son of Apollo, and Artemis (or Diana here, Percy thought) didn't have any children, so that left most of the other gods. Great.

Then, before they knew it, it was time for dinner. Percy didn't eat much, even though Cody and Gwen, who he figured were the leaders of the cabin, kept telling him that he would need his strength for the proving your worth thing.

"Percy Jackson, please come forth!" Lupa howled. Everyone had gathered in the amphitheater, and were sitting around the edges waiting for the ritual to begin.

Percy stepped into the middle of the amphitheater a little uneasily. In the back of his mind, he knew that he couldn't be hurt, but where that impossible thought came from he didn't know.

"Percy Jackson, you will fight three monsters and then a camper will challenge you. Depending on how well you do, we will assign you to a legion." Lupa continued. "Begin!"

The crowd roared. Percy lifted his sword as a hellhound leaped from the gates straight at him. He dodged and rolled, coming up next to the hound. Percy tried to roll and stab it in its stomach, but the hellhound was smarter than he expected. It grabbed his legs, but Percy hit it on the nose with the hilt of his sword, then, before it could recover, stabbed Riptide hilt deep into the hellhound's flank. The hellhound disintegrated.

Percy looked up at Lupa, who had a thoughtful expression on her face. "What's next?" he called. He was confident, and fighting the hellhound had brought back even more old skills that he knew before he lost his memory.

"Scythian Dracaenae!" Lupa holwed, and Percy turned to see a woman with twin serpent tails for legs, holding a spear. She hissed, "Die!" and lunged at Percy. Percy sidestepped, but the Dracaenae was smarter than the hellhound. She had anticipated it, and she turned quickly and hit Percy in the chest with the butt of her spear. He fell down, then rolled out of the way as she stabbed downward. Percy came up behind her, but before he could stab her, she turned and caught her spear on his sword. Percy got his sword out of her grip and disarmed her by twisting the spear shaft with the flat of his sword. Then he stabbed her in the chest, and she disintegrated.

Again, the crowd roared. Everybody was yelling to each other, trying to guess what the next monster would be. "And now!" Lupa yelled, "we bring out our baby Cyclops!" The crowd roared, but some voices seemed a little nervous. Percy immediately had a bad feeling about this, like he shouldn't be killing a Cyclops. The Cyclops lumbered out, his single eye red and swollen. He didn't have any weapons or armor, like the Dracaenae had had, but Percy knew that if he got stuck under that fist, that was the end.

Percy's sword suddenly felt heavy in his hand. His mind screamed that the Cyclops would pound him into Percy dust if he didn't move soon, but his gut told him that killing Cyclops was a hard thing to do for him. Then the Cyclops charged, and Percy had no choice. He deflected the Cyclops's fist with his sword, giving him a good cut, but the monster didn't disintegrate. It went on and on, with Percy slashing and rolling and trying to stab a weak point on the monster, like his stomach, but the Cyclops kept lumbering after him. One time, the Cyclops hit Percy in the arm with a force that should've taken Percy's arm off, but Percy only fell down. The crowd was holding its breath in anticipation.

Suddenly a voice said in Percy's head, Water. I need water. He felt a tugging sensation in his gut, and suddenly water came rushing in through the gate the Cyclops had come in from, drenching the whole audience and knocking the Cyclops half-unconscious. Percy ran in and stabbed the Cyclops, watching with a guilty feeling as it turned to dust. The water receded, and Percy was the only one left dry.

"Well," Lupa said. "I think we know who your godly parent is. Welcome to Legion Camp, Percy Jackson, son of the Earthshaker and son of the Sea God. Welcome, Percy Jackson, son of Neptune."