Sorry about posting Chapter 9 twice! I was going to post this chapter, but I think I clicked the wrong file, and I did't find out until now. I'll remove the repeated chapter when I figure out how to.

Do you guys like my new summary? It just popped into my head, I thought it sounded cool, and I posted it. I hope it's not too confusing. FYI, opposing worlds means many things. The mortal and godly world (Percy's a child of a god and a mortal), the past and future world (he plays a big part in both, or at least he's going to), and the Roman and Greek world (he used to be Roman, now he's Greek).

Oops.

Well, what's done is done. And the look on Chiron's face this time was priceless. But still, I'd have to explain. I did what I always did in these situations: I stalled, and tried to think up a cover story meanwhile.

I smirked. "You seriously didn't realize? Did you really think the Big Three would keep their oath? The Olympians aren't exactly known for their awesome promise keeping skills, you know."

Thunder rumbled outside, and I shrugged at the sky. "You know it's true."

This, apparently, only served to make Chiron more nonplussed. Had he really never, in his thousands of years, seen somebody who knew a little more than they should?

"Percy... How- What- Who are you?" The old centaur stammered.

"I am Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon." I couldn't really help the slightly smug tone in my voice.

Chiron now looked rather resigned. "Forgive me for asking, but can you prove it?"

I carefully arranged my expression to an emotionless mask. I didn't really like having to prove my heritage, but if that's what he needs to be convinced... Well, that's perfectly fine.

I concentrated on my memories of my former hunting hunting wolf, Anastasios. Pluto, the roman form of Hades, gave him to me when I was twelve. I remembered being puzzled because it was a Greek name, and also due to the fact that it meant resurrection. I guess Pluto knew what would eventually happen to me.

I recalled his appearance perfectly, and willed the water in the air to gather and make a solid shape.

Chiron was once again taken by surprise, and I offhandedly wondered if the old horse was planning to have that expression stuck on his face for eternity. Although I could see why he was surprised- the wolf was exactly like a real one, except for the fact it was composed entirely of water. Not many sons of Poseidon had that much skill with water at twelve years old. Or maybe I was just flattering myself, but the now awed and slightly wary look in Chiron's face said otherwise.

I let the wolf disappear- staring at Anastasios's form just filled me with longing for the past.

I looked at Chiron, keeping the expressionless facade. "Do you believe me now?"

It was quite obvious he did, so I added, "Don't let anyone know who my dad is until I get claimed."

Something in his eyes reassured me he wasn't going to tell anyone, in this camp, at least.

Remembering my quickly thought up story,, I said, "And in case you want to know, I've been having dreams that provide me with a lot of information."

That, at least, was technically true.

The tour was quite boring, seeing as I had already been introduced to this place multiple times by the evil titan lord.

We passed the volleyball pit, where several campers nudged each other and said, "That's him." They looked like they expected me to grab a weapon and start demolishing some monsters. I ignored them.

We visited all the places in camp, the strawberry fields, the woods, the arena, the archery range (which I was definitely going to check out later), the canoeing lake, the stables (which Chiron didn't seem to like very much), the javelin range, and the amphitheater. We had a conversation much more interesting than the tour, although quite worrying, about what would happen to Grover.

Finally, we arrived at the cabins.

I stared at cabin eight. Kronos didn't tell me anything at all about that cabin. And as I stared at it, I knew why. Wait. Wouldn't he want me to be... Jealous? Heartbroken, even more so than I already am? I wasn't sure how I felt right now.

Chiron saw the cabin I was staring at, and looked perplexed, but the look was gone so quickly I wasn't sure if it was real or if I'd imagined it. "That's the cabin for Artemis, goddess of the moon and the hunt. However, she was an eternal maiden, so she doesn't have any children. The cabin is just honorary- she'd be rather angry if we didn't make her one."

I felt extraordinarily relieved Artemis didn't have any children. But why? It wasn't as if she was my girlfriend... Hah. The very thought. It'd never happen. So why...

Ah. If I didn't have her, I didn't want anyone else to have her either. How very narcissistic of me.

Oops. That was how I thought as Orion. It was really weird, having two very different thought patterns. Oh, well. I wouldn't let my old life negatively affect this one. I'll look back at my time with... Artemis, and think of it as a bittersweet memory of a first love.

"You have to temporarily stay at the Hermes cabin until your father claims you," informed Chiron. "Look, Annabeth's there waiting for you."

I saw her in front of cabin eleven, reading a book. As Chiron and I approached, she looked up.

Apparently she was still mad about my comment, because if looks could kill (and Medusa's direct look can), I would've died a very painful death (again).

I avoided her gaze that looked eerily like her mother's, and observed her book. Ancient Greek architecture. Figures. It did sound like something a daughter of Athena would be interested in.

"Annabeth, I have masters' archery at noon," Chiron said.

Masters' archery. I made a mental note to go watch and see how good these people are.

Chiron wasn't finished."Would you take Percy from here?"

"Yes, sir." Replied the completely bipolar daughter of Athena.

"This is your home for now, Percy." said Chiron. He was too tall to go in the cabin, and didn't try to.

Inside, the cabin looked just like I saw in the dreams. Packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags were spread all over the floor of the cabin.

When the campers saw him, they all stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Well, Percy, good luck. I'll see you at dinner."

And as the old centaur galloped away towards the archery range, I stepped in the cabin.

The campers weren't bowing anymore. They were staring at me, sizing me up. I ignored their looks, stepped over the foot of someone who tried to trip me, and looked around the cabin for somebody Kronos told me about.

There. I fixed the potential traitor with calculating stare. "Luke Castellan."

He looked exactly like Kronos showed me, except with a surprised expression. He was about nineteen, tall and muscular, with short-cropped sandy hair, and a white scar that started just beneath his right eye, and went all the way down to his jaw- the scar he got during his quest, I remembered Kronos telling me.

If what he said was true. Perhaps he was lying, trying to get me to distrust the people in this camp... But I had a feeling he was telling the truth. Why? Why did he tell me so much? I wasn't on his side. So why did he give me my memories, which could've helped me, an enemy, survive? Why did he tell me about his spies, about what was going on in Olympus, and the Greek camp?

It was almost as if... Almost like... Kronos was trying to help me.

Why the hell would he do that? Kronos said I'd join him eventually, but how could he be so sure? He had to have some plan. I'd just have to hope I'd be able to figure it out... Before it's too late.

"Welcome, Percy Jackson." Luke had made his way to me while I was thinking, and he now had a friendly expression plastered to his scarred face.

"Thank you," I said coldly, but politely.

Annabeth gave me yet another disapproving look. "He's your counselor."

Like I cared.

I was pretty sure it was obvious what I was thinking, because Annabeth looked apologetically at Luke. "Sorry, Luke."

Luke grinned at her. "Don't worry, Annabeth. It's fine."

Annabeth blushed.

Whoa. The Ice Queen had a crush? I made a mental note to tease her about it later.

She caught me staring at her incredulously, and her face hardened. "Come on. I'll show you the volleyball court."

I guessed she wanted to yell at me or discuss something serious (like the master bolt being stolen), so I didn't mention that I'd already seen it.

She grabbed my wrist- not very gently- and dragged outside. When we were a few feet away, she said, "Jackson, you have to be nicer than that."

That certainly wasn't what I'd expected. "What?"

She rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "I can't believe I thought you were the one."

"No," I agreed, "That's probably Luke."

She flushed a little, but otherwise ignored me. "You fought an army of monsters, led by the Minotaur, with no training, no help, and killed them all. That's completely unheard of. Everybody was expecting you to be some amazing hero, not a cold jerk."

"Like you can talk. And did you really expect me to be all friendly and happy after I lose my sister? To a person who tried to kill me?"

Her face softened, but only the tiniest bit. "Look, I'm sorry about your sister, okay? And I didn't-"

She was cut off by a husky voice. "Well! A newbie!"

I looked over and recognized the girl as Clarisse, daughter of Ares, followed by three of her sisters. From what I could gather, Ares was pretty much the evil side of his Roman counterpart. And Kronos said the girl was pretty much like her father. Well, I guess I'd trust him- for now.

"Clarisse. Why don't you go polish your spear or something?" sighed Annabeth.

"Sure, Miss Princess," sneered Clarisse. "So I can run you through with it on Monday night."

Annabeth cursed her. "You don't stand a chance."

"I'll pulverize you." Classier hissed, but her eye twitched, like she wasn't quite sure she could follow through on her threat.

She turned on me. "Who's this little runt?"

"Percy Jackson," replied Annabeth. "Meet Clarisse, daughter of Ares."

"The war god," I nodded, and Clarisse looked pleased. "That explains the bad smell."

The pleased look melted off Clarisse's face like it was chased away by a rabid hellhound, and was replaced by anger.

She growled. "We've got an initiation ceremony for newbies, Prissy."

"Yeah?" I asked skeptically. "I'm surprised you know what that means."

Needless to say, she wasn't very flattered by my reply.

However, when she charged at me, with her ugly friends cheering for her, I was ready.

I had been practicing this trick for a while, and was more than happy to finally have a worthy target.

The second Clarisse got within three feet of me, she got completely drenched with ice-cold water.

I smirked at her bewildered expression, and at her friends who had realized something was wrong and had stopped cheering.

They were quite right though, because during Clarisse's second of bewildered hesitation, ice had formed around her feet and was forming unnaturally quickly, spreading, up her legs, freezing them in place, sticking them to the ground. Her arms were soon entirely covered in ice, ice went all the way up to her neck, where it stopped spreading.

It was quite easy for me to do, as long as the target was wet first. Next, I had to make the liquid in her body warmer so she could withstand the cold. Then all I had to do was will the water molecules to slow and cool down, and violà- an ice sculpture of a daughter of Ares.

Except her head, which I rather regretted because Clarisse was bellowing profanities at me at the top her lungs.

A ton of campers had come out to see what the commotion was, and had stayed to gawk at Clarisse. I could imagine the rumors going around later- Percy Jackson, the new guy who killed an army of monsters lead by the Minotaur, froze Clarisse in a sheet of ice.

Maybe that'll mislead them into thinking someone else was my godly parent, Boreas, perhaps, or Khione, if the didn't know my mother was a mortal.

"Let me go, you son of a-"

"I wouldn't say that if I were you. You never know, maybe I'd decide to let you stay like this forever."

She glared at me.

I gave her a hint. "The magic word is "please"."

"If you think I'll ever-" Wow. She'd look pretty scary right now, if she wasn't immobilized by ice.

I cut her off, again. "Fine by me." And I started to walk towards the archery range.

"Fine!" Clarisse said reluctantly, and murmured something incomprehensible.

I turned to face her. "What was that again?"

She murmured so faintly I could only just make out "please."

"I still can't hear you." I lied.

"I SAID 'PLEASE' ALREADY!" She yelled at me.

Ouch. I grimaced. That was way too loud.

"If you know what's good for you, you won't attack me again." There. I made sure she heard the challenge in my tone. We'd definitely have a rematch one day, and I'd only use a sword.

And I let the ice melt, from her neck down to her feet. I also let the liquid in her body return to a normal temperature. Pretty quickly, the ice-covered Clarisse was a water-soaked and shivering Clarisse. She glared at me, and retreated to her cabin, followed by her friends.

Annabeth stared at me. I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

When she spoke, I heard a trace of reluctant admiration in her tone. "That was either a really brave thing to do, or a really stupid one."

Percy's showing a bit of how powerful he is- but that bit may still be too much.

So Percy is trying to convince himself to get over Artemis. What do you think? Pertemis fans, I assure you, Artemis had a very good reason to kill him, although she was wrong, and it broke her heart, too. So should it be a tragedy or a hopefully ever after? (I'm not to fond of those sappy perfect stories. Real life doesn't work like that.)

*At this point, I'm doing Pertemis or no pairing at all, unless there's an extraordinary amount of reviewers who want someone else, which is really quite unlikely.

And Kronos is trying to help Percy, even though Percy's not on his side. I think I'll reveal why in the sequel.

This is my longest chapter so far- over 2,800 words. I'm writing longer chapters to compensate for the month I didn't update.