Thank you reviewers, I love you all (not literally). Anyway, Wolf Master Uchiha you are awesome-I love it when people send their ideas for the story- so I will most likely be using a lot of the ideas you PMed me and this chapter is dedicated to you…Thank you!

And please don't be mad about Annabeth being out of character in the last chapter-I was going through a stage where I wasn't too fond of her- I need her to momentarily be out of the plot in order for the story to keep going.

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Percy's Point of view:

A brisk breeze of cold air drifted into my creaky cabin. The inside of the Poseidon cabin had changed a lot over to me over the past couple of weeks since the battle over Olympus. All the other senses have become clearer now that vision was out of the picture.

The scent of salt and fish has always been a big wake up call to anyone who enters my cabin, but now I could smell the faint smell of strawberries, sweat stained clothes that were piled on the floor was also very clear. I could even smell the stuffy stench of mold in one corner; I might have to get someone to check that out.

I could almost taste the ocean tickling my tongue every time I talked to someone. I could hear sea gulls cawing on the shore, the light trace of laughter was audible which was weird since hardly anyone smiled after the burials of the dead campers a couple of nights ago. Everyone must be getting breakfast right about now.

Tumbling out of my bed to the ground I picked up a shirt at random from one of the not-too-stinky piles of shirts. That was the easiest way to organize for me, a pile for clean, a pile for not too clean, a pile for getting pretty dirty, and lastly a pile in the back of my room for toxic waste of clothing. Drawers were getting too annoying and it feels like a waste to put perfectly good clothes in a laundry bin.

Slipping a pair of jeans on, I felt my way towards the door of my cabin. I've gotten very familiar with the surroundings of camp to a point where I probably could get around while only knocking into a couple of things, but it was a new instinct to hold my arms out.

Counting the five steps that led down at the end of my porch I stumbled a little on the dewy grass towards the dining pavilion.

The stares that I could feel I fear would never stop. Every freaking time I enter a room a majority of the campers would hush up and I could sense the gazes of pity aimed towards me. It started to get better over time, less stares and people stopped asking to help me, but nothing lasts and I soon had the gauze that covered my eyes taken off. That released the process all over again with kids giving me pity; they saw that my old sea green colored eyes were now a pale pearly greeny-blue color- all hope for my sight was gone.

"Hey Prissy! Quit sticking your arms out like a freak. Your starting to look like a creeper now." Ah Clarisse. She will never stop insulting me will she, but I guess she was one of the only people who treats me like a normal person. Sure she was mean a lot, but it's good to remember the good old days when we used to fight.

"You know Clarisse one thing I like about being blind is not being able to see you butt ugly face anymore, the sight used to make me gag." Okay I admit it wasn't one of my best comebacks.

I heard a few stray snickers and the grumbles of curses Clarisse aimed at me, but I ignored them and went on to getting some food.

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"I'm sorry Percy, I just can't do it. What if I hurt you?" the Hermes camper said quietly. The Arena had lots of metal-on-metal sounds, and I was sure that i could hold my own weight in some training but whatever I said was deflected with a 'I can't do that to you' or a 'your blind…' sometimes even a 'why don't we do it a different time?'.

"Come on Travis, I haven't done anything for like a month, I'm starting to feel lazy." I could feel my voice fill with plead. Almost everyone in camp declines whenever I ask to spar; making up some stupid excuse. It was really starting to get on my nerves.

"Sorry Perce. Your already good enough, we all know that. I just can't. Can you just do some training with Nico later?" yeah that was another thing the other campers told me. It was like saying 'go fight with another cripple, no ones to blame then if you get hurt'. There is never any time for me and Nico to spar in the Arena because the time slots in the schedule won't let us unless we go after curfew-and trust me, a grumpy Fury does not give a break to a blind or deaf kid.

I stormed out of the arena and I could feel Travis' eyes boring into the back of my head. Why couldn't they just treat me like they did before? Like their old friend and cousin, they even treated me as their leader. Not anymore, now I was just the blind kid who got in the way and now the Hermes cabin is the house of leaders. They make the orders on what to do. It sucks.

Making my way to Nico's cabin I found it difficult to weave past all the other new cabins that were in construction. I've been to the Hades cabin a lot lately, but new cabins just keep popping up like bunnies in the spring. Okay bad analogy, but you get the point. The gods sure did keep to their promise, new kids have been coming in a lot more than they used to which keeps Grover a lot more busy. The new campers were the ones always laughing and joking around like life was at camp was the best thing ever- they didn't see their friends get slaughtered in battle.

"Hey dude! What do you think you're doing? This our territory." I hate the Ares cabin. I know everyone does but the new cocky campers in that cabin are so stuck up and annoying it makes me angry.

"Listen kid, I'm just passing through." I could hear a group of teens a couple of yards in front of me where the blood red cabin would be.

"Don't call me kid, I'm not the one who needs everyone's help just to get up in the morning. I'm not the blind kid who ruins everyone's fun in the arena." From the cracking in his voice he was probably younger than me; most likely going through puberty. But an image of a giant kid with a too small camp-half-blood t-shirt on made its way into my head. This kid was really getting on my nerves.

"Well I'm sorry then, just let me get to the Hades cabin, which if you didn't know is pretty much right behind your cabin."

"Are you trying to say that I'm stupid or something?" I could hear his footsteps get closer to me.

"No I'm just saying that that small head of yours can't hold much." Why am I doing this? I could just walk away, it was just something in my head wanting to be the old stupid Percy I used to be.

There were some curses sent at me in Ancient Greek but none of them from the guy who first talked to me. No his reply was a little more hurtful.

Pain radiated in my upper cheek and eye, he must have punched me. It hurt like Hades but in a way it felt good. The smell of a blood made its way to my nose; he must have been wearing a ring or something that cut some of my skin. It felt great, the adrenaline rising in my body made it feel like training or fighting. All my bottled up emotions came pouring out as I stumbled back from the impact; all my anger and sadness from the war revealed itself.

I balanced myself then listened to where he was. I took a fast step forward and jumped into the free air eventually meeting something solid and bringing it to the ground with me. The kid was shocked at first with a blind guy on top of him, but when he got his mind on things he then rolled over so he was on top of me and punched me in the face repeatedly. After I let him have his moment I tucked my leg in a little and then kicked it out; hitting him where it hurts. His body went limp for a second and he fell back onto the ground. I leaned up and heard his ragged breathing in the dirt in front of me; I crawled over to his body and lifted him so that we were both standing now.

I kept a hold on his shirt with one hand and with my other I swung an upper cut to his face. His body begged to fall to the ground but I kept him standing with the iron grip on his collar. I brought my fist back again and hit him with even more force, I could feel the sweat rub of onto my fingers from his face. I moved my hold from the front of his shirt to the back; I then let his body drop a little and brought my knee up. From experience I could tell that being kneed in the gut isn't fun.

I dropped his body to the ground and heard him grunt in pain. What happened next was bit of a blur but I could feel a bunch of bodies pound on top of me; his friends probably tackled me. I felt some knives scratch me and a bunch of punches thrown at me, I kept fighting back though. I wasn't winning by far and the weight on top of me slowed me down a lot, I think I beat some of them up pretty good though.

"Hey! What's this all about? Get off of him now!" I could hear Clarisse's voice yell with authority and she pulled the people off of me. "Prissy? I could have guessed. What's going on here?" her voice held a bit of worry as she helped me to my feet.

"For the final time boar face, my name is Percy." I shook her arm off of my mine and brushed the dirt off of me.

"Wait, like Percy Jackson? You're the one who won the battle in Manhattan?" the guy who started the fight spoke up.

"Who else has the name?" I raised my shirt a little and felt a gash go across my stomach and cursed in Ancient Greek.

"Oh my gods, I'm sorry. I didn't know I just though…" he trailed off. So Ares campers had some sort of niceness in their small head.

"So what? You would just beat up a blind kid you see struggling at camp, but once you find out he helped fight during the war your all soft?" I could feel some blood drip down my stomach.

"Prissy just calm down, it was a misunderstanding." Clarisse snickered a little at the word misunderstanding.

"Just forget about it." I grumbled under my breath. I was getting tired of everyone treating me different than everyone else, if Clarisse had left me to fight my own battle I would be happier. "To tell you the truth that was the most fun I've had in a long while. Just don't let it happen again to anyone else."

"You can't tell me what to do, I don't know if you can tell, but you're not in charge anymore-if anything you are the last person to tell me what I can and can't do." Wow Clarisse sure was sensitive.

"I'm sick of your whole cabin picking on everyone else. It needs to stop." My voice was steady and I could feel a low tug in my gut, my water powers must be doing something. I felt the dew in the grass below my feet start to gather and rise into a large sheet of water. A hand on my shoulder made the liquid splatter to the ground.

"Percy lets go to the forest and talk, you look like crap." It was Nico's low tone- he sure got used to his deafness. He led me to the forest and I could hear the Ares cabin get back to making fun of others.

Once deep enough into the woods Nico shoved a note pad and pen into my hands.

"Write whatever is going on in that head of yours, you haven't been acting the same lately." He had a serious voice.

So I wrote.

Nothing is the same. I just want everything back to the way it was. No one is treating me like they used to and its getting really annoying. This whole stupid camp is getting changed in a way that I don't like it-campers will never act like they did before the war.

"Let's leave then." This caught me as a shock. "Everyone is staring at me like I'm a piece of meat."

I don't know Nico, this is home.

"Percy, Annabeth is too busy in Olympus to ever get back with you." I mentally face palmed.

That's not it Nico-well maybe partially but what about my mom and Paul?

"We could go live with them." He sounded desperate now.

But our sent is too strong now, we will attract monster to them.

"Ugh, you're not making this easy. Let's go talk to your mom and leave this place. I can't stand campers now days."

Let's just go pack our things and play it by year, okay?

I could sense that my cousin nodded and we left camp.

Done! Sorry it took a while but I read these cool books called The Enemy and The Dead both by Charlie Higson- they were about a zombie virus that takes over everyone 16 years and older, I highly recommend them.

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So this story is going to run into the the heroes of Olympus series where Hera needs their help but it will be a lot different and possibly with new characters so you can submit some if you want.

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