Just when I thought I wouldn't be passing out and waking up in beds anymore, I was proven partially correct. I didn't wake up in a bed. I woke up in a cell. On the ground. I was grateful that I wasn't dead, but would it have hurt them to lay down a blanket or something? I could feel a knot on the back of my head and my entire body was sore. It was odd because I didn't do anything particularly strenuous, but maybe swordfighting had that effect on people. Of course, I say swordfighting, but it was more like blocking badly.

I was already in the middle of passing out. I didn't really need the extra knock on the head. I cringed as I sat up, rubbing the back of my head. Groaning, I looked around. Things were fuzzy, but I needed to get my bearings. I could tell that I was in a cell and I could tell that I was alone. I didn't want to admit, but I was immediately concerned that Jillian wasn't with me. Now before you go thinking anything drastic, I'm going to stop you and say that I was only concerned because I didn't want to rely on myself in a fight. She was a lot better than I was at pretty much everything.

"You alright, mate?" I turned and looked through the bars of my cell to the cell across from me. I saw a guy about my age. Thin. Tall. Curly dark brown hair. "Hey, man. You awake?" I noticed an accent this time. Australian or something. I figured that I should probably answer him this time.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm awake." I mumbled. I took a deep breath then stood up, checking my pockets. No wallet. No slingshot. No sword. All I had were the clothes on my back and the toothpick Jillian gave me. "Where are we?" I asked, stepping toward the door.

"Currently? Montana." He said with a nod. "More specifically, the prison of Camp Golden Age."

"Camp Golden Age?" He nodded and then sighed.

"Well, there's Camp Half-Blood where children of the gods, you and me, go to train. And then there's Camp Golden Age."

"Sounds like a theater camp."

"Well, it is pretty dramatic." He said with a nod. "This is where the Titans send their kids." I felt my breath catch in my chest.

"The titans are…dead or…in prison or whatever." I said quietly. "Right? That's what Freddy told me."

"Well, after the first titan war, they were either killed or imprisoned. And I say killed, but it's not really killing like you and I are killed. They're more weakened to the point of submission."

"Okay, so how is it that they…How do they have so many kids then?" I asked quietly.

"Well, several years ago there was the second titan war." He said with a nod. "I mean, they weren't fighting the whole time…" He shrugged. "And then a couple years ago there was another insurgence. While both were defeated, it didn't stop them from having kids obviously. And it was quite easy for some Titans, because they never left." I stood there, looking at him. It was a little hard to take all of this in. Everything I had heard about Titans was that they were kind of a giant bag of dicks.

"Why do the gods not do anything about it?"

"They might not know. They seem to have the ability to hide themselves and they're able to pack up and move the whole camp pretty quickly too." He said with a sigh. "On top of that, the gods don't meddle into earthly affairs like this. They send demigods to do that." There was a long pause. I wasn't sure what to say. I was in a cell with no weapons. I had information that the gods needed to know about.

On top of that, this got me thinking. If Lee said that I was his brother then…Well, that meant I belonged here. I was the son of a titan. Not sure what titan, but I was definitely their kid and that meant that I should be here. And that made me a kid of one of the big bags of dicks.

"Well…Since you're going to be here and not dead yet, might as well talk for a while. I'm Artie." He said, finally breaking me out of my own head. I looked up and cleared my throat.

"Peter." I said quietly. "Wait, if you're saying dead yet, then how are you here? You're a son of the gods, right?"

"Yep. Aristaeus." He said with a nod. "I know you've never heard of him. It's alright. I don't care." He shrugged. "I've gotten used to it."

"Well…Why haven't they…"

"Killed me? Because of my dad. The Titans are going all out this time around and they know that if they can get some of the older gods then that will help. I went with a couple of other people to find some campers that we had lost in this area. They came out of nowhere. Riding griffins. They killed the other two people with me, but my dad stopped them from killing me." He said quietly.

"Wait…So, if they didn't have a reason to keep you alive then—"

"You're dead." He said with a nod. My heart sank into my chest. Could that possibly mean that Jillian…I didn't get a chance to think very long because there was someone walking towards us.

"Peter. Come with us." It was Titus and someone I didn't recognize. He had short blonde hair and looked like a twig next to Titus, but that didn't stop him from looking intimidating. He was wearing armor and carried a long staff that looked like if he hit you with it, you would not enjoy it. He looked like he was thinking about a thousand things at once, but that didn't stop him from opening the door to my cell and letting me out straight into shackles. "Try anything and we'll kill you on the spot."

"Charming. That's how you get all the ladies, right?" I said, looking up at Titus. Titus didn't respond. I assumed I was correct. I looked over at Artie and he couldn't look me in the eye. I didn't blame him. I'd have a hard time looking at someone who was about to die, too.

They lead me out of the jail, Titus wielding a spear menacingly close to me. I took deep breaths and tried to think of anything else except me dying. Of course that made me thinking about my mom and Lindsey and Jillian and Freddy and Chiron and Dimitri who was kind of a butthole and Carl and Maddison and Sophie and Aarón…He was one hundred percent a butthole.

They lead me through the camp. I noticed that it wasn't like Camp Half-Blood in that there weren't Cabins or even permanent buildings. It was all tents except for a large black building in the middle of all of them. I saw people slashing at dummies and sparring with each other. I saw people being held while others punch them. Something straight out of a ridiculous action movie. 'We need to train you to not feel pain, so we're going to kick your ass for three hours every day.' Something like that.

We walked into the black building and I say walked, I mean they shoved me into the black building and then down a hallway. At the end of the hallway was a set of open double doors. Inside was a dark room with several people and in the middle was a girl. She was sitting tied to the chair, her head slumped forward. Bruises and cuts covered her arms. Her brown hair was damp with what I assumed was either blood or sweat and she looked like hell. I felt all the air leave my lungs when I realized that it was Jillian. I couldn't breathe and it felt like I had just gotten punched in the stomach.

"Anya, Wake her up." I looked at the source of the voice and saw that it was a woman. She was probably in her early twenties. She was wiping her hands off with a towel. I guessed that she was the torturer and I wanted to rip her head off, but I didn't have much of an option being outnumbered in the room about twelve to one. The girl I recognized as either Lake or Anya walked over and dumped a bucket of water over Jillian. I watched as Jillian weakly and slowly sat up. She looked up at me and stared. I looked at her and mouthed an apology. I'm not sure she saw it. Her eyes were red and swallow and her face was bruised.

"Bring him forward." The woman order. Titus shoved me forward. I stood there and looked from Jillian to the woman. "Peter, is it?" I nodded slowly. "I'm Samantha." How could such a horrible person have such a normal name? "Your girlfriend here is one tough cookie." I could only nod again, too distracted by everything that was happening all at once. "Now, I've been asking Jillian some questions and her response to each one has been 'go to hell' or something else unhelpful, so I figured I'd try with you." She drew a knife and held it to Jillian's throat. "What does Camp Half-Blood know of the Titans?" She asked. I opened my mouth in a panic. Jillian looked at me and shook her head a little bit. "And to set the ground rules. Either I get an answer or she's dead."

"I…I…I don't kn-know…" I mumbled. Samantha's hand tightened around the knife. "Wait!" I shouted. "Look, I'm being honest. I don't know. I was at the camp for not very long and most of that time was spent passed out in a hospital bed." I said quickly. I thought for a second, looking at Jillian then back at Samantha. My heart was pounding. I took another deep breath. "While I was there, I was rejected, electrocuted, attacked, burned, struck by lightning, and all sorts of other horrible things as well as being sent on this quest with virtually no training."

"How does that help us?" The girl with the bucket asked. Samantha took the knife away from Jillian's neck.

"Anya, shut up." Samantha said, stepping toward me. "So…what? You want us to feel bad for you?" I looked from Anya to Samantha and down to Jillian. I couldn't believe what I was about to say.

"I'm saying that I'm the son of a Titan and I want to join you."