Why a year? Demigods have so many advantages, I need a reasonable amount of time to give my oc a fighting chance... even the weakest demigod starts off super strong, faster, durable and they all heal faster. Some more so than others, I needed a realistic time to develop.

I am sorry for the change, but the last story sucked bad. All tell and no show...

Everything about this story is superior...

At last, it was time for capture the flag. When the plates from dinner were cleared away, the conch horn sounded and they all stood at their tables. Campers yelled and cheered as A blonde girl and two of her siblings ran into the pavilion carrying a silk banner. It was about ten feet long, glistening gray, with a painting of a barn owl above an olive tree.

From the opposite side of the pavilion, A daughter of Ares and her buddies ran in with another banner, of identical size, but gaudy red, painted with a bloody spear and a boar's head.

The teams were announced. Athena had made an alliance with Apollo and Hermes, the two biggest cabins. Apparently, privileges had been traded-shower times, chore schedules, the best slots for activities-in order to win support.

Ares had allied themselves with everybody else: Dionysus, Demeter, Aphrodite, and Hephaestus as well as Rowan who chose agreed to it when Castor asked him during dinner. Dionysus's kids were actually good athletes, but there were only two of them, so he felt happy to help them for being kind, same with Charlie who also was on his team.

Chiron hammered his hoof on the marble.

"Heroes!" he announced. "You know the rules. The creek is the boundary line. The entire forest is fair game. All magic items are allowed. The banner must be prominently displayed, and have no more than two guards. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged. No killing or maiming is allowed. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. Arm yourselves!"

He spread his hands, and the tables were suddenly covered with equipment: helmets, bronze swords, spears, oxhide shields coated in metal.

Armed with a buckler and dirk ( A blade between a sword and dagger in length) made of spelled silver, Rowan was comfortable and ready to fight those he would come across. His helmet, like all the helmets on Ares' side, had a red horsehair plume on top.

Soon enough he was heading north with the others on his team, with Charlie at his side. "Can you ward our base?"

"I brought my satchel, he said magical weapons were allowed." He smirked at Charlie. "Give me two minutes and boom, wards up."

"Perfect, you and Castor will be protecting the base."

"Sounds painful... but okay." He hurried to the base, and immediately got to work, pulling out a bottle of prepared herbs and salt and blood. Casting them in a circle around the flag, he drew on his strength, his life force, and cast the spell, a simpler version of his first ward. "Crudeles intentiones abiice, ab intrusione nos defende!"

And like that, a purple energy wave rippled across the circle of herbs, creating a binding field that would stop all intrusions... and cruel intentions...

"How long can you hold that up?" Castor asked the panting Rowan. "You look beat."

"It's not tied to me, that would be fatal, but it can handle quite a bit. It's meant to protect homes and temples, a way for beginners to be of value in times of conflict..."

There was another conch shell loudly starting the match and both boys readied themselves. It only took two minutes before Luke Castellen ( a very popular boy) and a few others to rush towards him at blinding speeds. Knowing he stood no chance at fighting him, Rowan pointed his blade at the older boy, and called out. "MOVE!" And a wave of force slammed into him, sending him flying into a tree. He rushed to Luke as he started to stand, and readied himself. "Somnia!" He said next, and a dark wave washed off of his blade, one only magical beings could see, like heat on a summer road. It slammed into Luke and he fell into a deep sleep as the sleep spell took hold.

The others, Sons of Athena, looked at him in shock. "You're mortal, how'd you do that?"

He masked his exhaustion, the spells took almost everything. Instead he growled. "Do you want to try me?"

They moved back, and within seconds were captured by a quickly moving Castor and put in prison, so to speak... and in about five minutes, he heard a conch shell echoing in the woods.

Castor beamed. "We won! That's what that sound means. You took down Luke, he's the strongest in camp, how?"

Stumbling, to the point Castor had to help him, Rowan smiled at him. "Magic affects all beings, it was harder since he was magical, I can feel his innate magic fighting me, but he wasn't expecting it so he could not fight back." They moved, with the Flag and prisoners, including a slowly waking up Luke, towards the creek... where they came just in time to see a giant hound jumping at Percy, clawing his chest into mince meat! There was a cascade of thwacking sounds, like forty pieces of paper being ripped one after the other. From the hounds neck sprouted a cluster of arrows. The monster fell dead at Percy's feet.

By some miracle, Percy was still alive.

Chiron trotted up next to them, a bow in his hand, his face grim.

"Di immortales!" The Daughter of Athena said. "That's a hellhound from the Fields of Punishment. They don't ... they're not supposed to ..."

"Someone summoned it," Chiron said. "Someone inside the camp."

Clarisse yelled, "It's all Percy's fault! Percy summoned it!"

"Be quiet, child," Chiron told her.

Rowan walked up to the girl and socked her in the face, getting several people to gasp. "Shut the hell up, he just found out about the magical world, you moron."

"You're wounded," The girl told Percy loudly. "Quick, Percy, get in the water."

"I'm okay."

"No, you're not," she said. "Chiron, watch this."

They all turned to Percy, who stepped back into the creek, the whole camp gathering around him. Some of the campers gasped as Percy's wounds healed at incredible speeds... but that wasn't what they were looking at,...

"Look, I-I don't know why," Percy said, trying to apologize. "I'm sorry..."

"Percy," Annabeth said, pointing. "Um ..."

There above Percy's head was a hologram of green light, spinning and gleaming. A three-tipped spear: a trident.

"Your father," Annabeth murmured. "This is really not good."

"It is determined," Chiron announced.

All around Percy, campers started kneeling, even the Ares cabin, though they didn't look happy about it.

"My father?" Percy asked, completely bewildered.

"Poseidon," said Chiron. "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God."

Rowan started clapping making people stare. "I knew it, I heard about the bathroom thing and boom it just made sense. I should have placed a bet!" Chiron just sighed at him, while everyone else, even Charlie who was holding the enemy flag, looked at him with shock and confusion. " Oh and Chiron, I bested Luke, so if anyone thinks they can judge me, you can all bite me."

Everyone gaped, and Luke just sighed. "He isn't lying..."

And that just made everything all the better.

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was great, this story is not just a replica of the OG...

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.