Percy's POV. Please review.

Chapter 4-

I woke up from the worst night he'd had in a long time. I was hoping that the events of last night had all been just a dream, but I should have known better.

There was a crowd around the climbing wall-or what was left of it, which wasn't much. Chiron was standing wearily on top of a gigantic sand dune, addressing the campers, warning them of the threat we now faced. There were a lot of shocked, panicked faces among the crowd. I was one of them.

How could we survive a second war with a group of demigods we knew nothing about. The impending giant battle was bad enough, and we were on shaky ground with the Romans already, but at least we were prepared. Not left reeling like a lone tourist mugged in New York City, like we were now. We couldn't take another problem. Not now. I was going to have to talk with Chiron about maybe agreeing to the Enrique's terms, even if I didn't exactly like the way he operated. But first, there was someone I wanted to talk to.

I rarely went to the temple in the back of the camp myself. Usually it was only the desperate unclaimed campers who went there, so naturally visits were dwindling since the promise that the gods had made when I was sixteen. So thus, I was alone in the enormous marble room. I knelt at the statue of a cheery looking guy with wings on his ankles and a staff entwined with serpents in his hands, a caduceus.

"Lord Hermes," I said reverently. (That's about the only way you can talk to a god without being blasted to smithereens.) "Please, I would like a word. It's about your son, Enrique Leon."

"For a moment there, I thought you were going to say Luke. Now, I kinda wish you had." A voice said suddenly from behind me. Sure enough, Hermes was there.

"Hello Lord Hermes," I said, straightening myself to look him in the eye. "And hello, George and Martha."

"Hey, Percy," Martha said pleasantly.'

"'Ssssup, Man." George said casually. Hemes himself just nodded at me. Suddenly, his form began flickering. Before me stood a seven foot tall, bronzed man with the head of a jackal.

"Hermes...?" I asked.

"They call me Anubis in this form." He said softly. Even so, his voice was powerful, and sounded like a hundred of him were talking at the same time.

"Your son just declared war on the camp," I said accusingly. The god put his head down.

"I know. It would have been wiser to accept their demands."

"Well, we didn't. So what should we do?" I asked. Hermes/Anubis sighed.

"I know my son. He won't give in unless he gets what he wants. And to fight the Egyptians would be a very sorry move indeed. It would cost many lives, on both sides. And it would just increase the animosity as well." I nodded. War was not a good option. Suddenly, Anubis flickered back to his Hermes form for a moment.

"You have a message from Apollo. It would be in your best interests to visit Rachel at this moment. Now, I am sorry Percy, but I have to go." The god disappeared, leaving me with several unspoken questions. Where were the Egyptians located? How many forms did a god have? We didn't need any more surprises. I shook my head, and ran off toward Rachel's cave.

She met me halfway, apparently on the same brainwave.

"Percy!" She said hurriedly, shaking me by the shoulders. "There something I need to tell you-it's really important! I just had another vision. Don't fight the Egyptians. We're going to need them if we want to win this war. So please, just make your peace before it's too late!"

An arrow struck the ground a foot in front of us, quivering in the dirt. We turned around, horrified. Enrique was standing at the top of Half Blood Hill, sword in hand, and I could see more campers in white shirts behind him, all armed and dangerous. He caught my eye and scowled.

"Charge!" He yelled, and dozens of demigods poured out from behind him. I had no idea how so many had managed to get here.

"I think this counts as 'too late,'" I said slowly, uncapping Riptide.