PERCY

I walked to the gladiator arena, when an arrow crossed my path. I looked to the left, where the arrow had come from, and I saw Michael, son of Apollo. I glared at him.

"Dude, you could' a skewered me!" I said.

He smiled guiltily. "Sorry, man. I need a fight, like, now,"

I grinned. "Same here. Get your sword; meet me in the gladiator arena."

He nodded, and walked away.

~ten minutes later~

I strapped on my armour, and uncapped Riptide, and nodded, satisfactorily. I put my shield on my arm, and walked to meet Michael.

I remember when Reyna told me how he arrived, like me, without any memories, but he quickly worked up to level 3 with his skill with a bow and arrow.

Michael called from the other side of the arena. "Ready, Perce?"

We walked into the arena. "I was born, ready, Yew,"

We circled each other, and he made the first move.

He did an experimental stab with his sword, which I blocked easily with my shield. I swiped to his left, which he countered with his sword.

"Are we battling for rank?" I asked.

He nodded, and jabbed for my stomach. I parried him away, and jumped, swiping for his head. He rolled on the ground and swiped for my feet. I jumped over him, and swiped for his back. A thin line of scarlet appeared.

Michael growled, and swung for my neck. I crouched, and caught his sword on my own, and did one of my signature moves, doing an upward thrust, sending him flying in the air, and sprawling on the ground, which I call the flier. I quickly ran and pointed my sword to his chest before he could get up.

I smirked. "Michael, maybe you should join the archer's squad."

"I need to be level 5 or higher," he stated.

I shrugged.

To get a rank higher than level six, you need to be an elite then a part of the First Legion.

Elite is someone who's higher than level 6, but lower than the First Legion. To get to those ranks, you have to battle everyone in level six at the same time, and win. Jason's was the last First Legion (which I will now refer to as 1L) member accepted. All of the others died in the war of the Titans, which Olive told me about.

Michael and I walked to the dining pavilion, where we sit by cabin.

"Later, Jackson," he said, and walked to the Apollo table.

I waved him off, and got dinner, tossed some in the fire for Neptune, and sat at my table, picking at my food. Suddenly, Nico appeared at my table.

I looked at him weirdly.

"Hi to you too, Percy," he said. "Annabeth had a bit of a shock when she figured out it was you,"

I looked at him questioningly.

He looked appalled. "You don't remember Annabeth?"

I looked at him weirdly. "What the fuck, man?"

Yes, people, this is Michael Yew, from TLO, if any of you are wondering. Thanks to all the reviewers! REVIEW.

Thank you to all my reviewers, and yes, Percabeth will come together. But not yet.