Sorry for the late updates, but we are going to the field for two weeks on Monday, and all week it has been field prep. So this weekend will be the last time I am able to update for the rest of the month if I do it at all. Anyways thanks to all of you for your support. Most definitely to Lilith Jae for keeping me on my toes.

Flying threw the air on his black Pegasus Black Jack may have once been a great past time for Percy, but right not he was not looking forward to the landing. He and Paul had just been in the middle of catching up, his mom wasn't back yet, and he didn't want Paul to call her so he could surprise her. However when the black winged horse flew through the window that brought the whole catching up to a screeching halt.

He wondered what his stepdad saw coming through the window. Ever since he found out about Percy's parental status, he could see through the mist, but for only small things. Like, Nico shadow traveling, or nymphs in the trees. But, a giant black flying horse, that might have been difficult to explain. Luckily Paul, didn't even hesitate, instead he gave Percy a almost bone crushing hug, and told him to be safe.

Now that he finally had time to think he didn't really know how he felt about this whole plan anymore. So from what Blackjack has told him, there is an army outside the barrier of Camp Half-Blood demanding Percy by name. Normally that would be something he wouldn't even bat an eye at. The son of Poseidon had many enemies, and he was pretty sure that given the circumstances of the last few weeks, he may have doubled that list.

This time, though it seemed different. Like something was personally hunting him down. What made it worse was that the others had gone ahead of him, he just hoped they weren't in any danger because of him.

I wouldn't worry about it Boss. They seemed pretty keen on just wanting you alone. Blackjack's voice rang inside of Percy's head. He silently cursed for getting that he could read his own thoughts.

"Yah, but that doesn't mean they wont use them against me." He said, trying to hide his anger, Annabeth had already been through so much because of him, how could he let this happen.

Don't worry about it too much Boss, I mean Annabeth is a strong. In fact I am pretty sure she is the strongest one of the seven. He said, with no intent of trying to say that Percy was stronger. Though he did agree with it completely. Annabeth alone could almost do anything, in fact when he saved Olympus last year, he was shocked that they didn't offer her immortally as well.

"I would have to agree with you on that one man." He said, and before the Pegasus could respond they saw the army. It extended far beyond the berries. Percy felt almost prideful that such a huge force was brought just for him. It was almost hard to keep the smirk away. From this height all the figures looked the same, witch was odd because they couldn't have been more then maybe fifty feet off the ground. Going higher might anger Zeus.

"Doesn't it seem odd to you that all of the figures look the same?" Percy asked, wondering if before he flew off if Blackjack got a better look at them.

Not really, I mean after the things you and I have been through this seems to be the most normal thing we have ever seen. He replied and Percy could resist the rolling of his eyes.

"Drop me off just before the barrier. I don't want them rushing it knowing that I am back at Camp." He said, and without a response Blackjack dropped him off in the unprotected opening. If this army attacked camp, Percy was the only thing standing between the invaders and camp.

"Percy! What are you doing?" He heard a scream behind him. When he looked back he saw Hazel standing next to Thalia's tree, her eyes wide in shock. The sound of his name alerted the others, because soon almost all of camp was next to her. In full armor and ready for battle. The seven of the prophecy however all still looked fatigued from their past week. Not that he could blame them, he still had dark rings under his own eyes.

Then he saw Annabeth. She locked eyes with him, and from the look alone, he was pretty sure that she could tell just what he was about to do. She took a step forward, walking towards him.

"Stop." Percy shouted, causing her to pause her movements. "I need to find out why they are here first. If they wont leave until they get me, then I will just have to give them what they came for." He said, hoping it would stop his girlfriend.

He didn't think about it, but the voice of Hazel screaming his name must have reached the army, now they were all looking at him. Just like when he was in the sky they all looked the same. Skeleton masks on skinny figures. In fact he wasn't even sure those were masks.

"Well I am here, so what do you want?" He screamed at them, his arms waving.

"A duel." He heard a voice beside him, when he turned he saw a tall man. His hair was in a braid down his back, and marking that looked like either scars or tattoos all over his body. Even his face was covered in them.

"Who are you." He demanded, looking into his pocket for Riptide. Only to find it empty.

"I am Xerxes, and this is my immortal army. The same army used to fight Leonidas and his 300. They are here to watch me duel you." He said, Percy didn't know what made him so lucky.

"Why do you want to duel Percy?" Annabeth's voice came from behind him, Percy didn't even have to look to know that she wasn't alone. Much to his annoyance he knew that most of camp was behind him now.

"It is the will of the Gods. You and me Perseus, a duel to the death. If you win, my army will vanish, to spend an eternity in Tartarus. If I win, you will go back, never allowed to leave again." He said, in a no-nonsense kind of way.

"What happens to camp if I lose?" He asked, wondering if this was a no way out kind of thing.

"Your camp will be untouched. However, if you do not participate, then it will be burned to the ground." The king said.

Annabeth's voice, rang out above Percy, "No, absolutely not, Percy will never go back there. This isn't going to..." She was cut off by Jason walking up to Percy and giving him Riptide. The two looked at each other in what seemed like a bond between brothers who had spilt their own blood.

"You are going to need this." Jason said to Percy before he walked off.

"I accept your terms, only if you swear that Camp Half-Blood wont be harmed." He said, and for the first time Xerxes looked at Percy.

"I swear on the Styx it will not be." Then without warning he realized a whip so long it could have been as long as the hydra itself. Made of solid steel with what looked like sword blades on the end. "This is your final day on this earth, child of the sea. May it be one of pain and misery."

Yah, I know that Xerxes isn't actually in mythology but so what sue me. Hope you guys liked this one.