Piper was relaxing in the Aphrodite cabin. Her sibling came in to tell her that there was a meeting in the big house. She sighed and got up. These meetings were such a bore. She walked out and was surprised to see a military camp in camp half-blood. She was staring in shock when someone nudged her from behind. It was one of the soldiers. She could tell that he was mortal. She looked at him in shock. He gave her a smile, and looked like he was about to start flirting with her.
"You want to go and patrol." She charm spoke.
He nodded and went back to patrolling. She shook her head in wonder.
When she got to the big house when saw that everyone was there.
"You're late." Said a person. He wore a black shirt and had messy brown hair. He played with a purple sword.
"Sorry" she apologized and sat down.
"Now can you repeat what you said lord Walle?" Chiron queried.
"Yes" started the new boy as he sat up, "The gods sent me here for three years blah blah blah."
"I meant the other stuff?"
"Sure," he sighed "I am the god of the Rasians. I became god after my third life blah blah blah. I formed the Rasians blah blah blah. The end."
"I meant more specific."
"Fine. when I died for the third time they offered me a choice, Isle of the blessed or Tartarus. The voice of God came to me and he told me to pick Tartarus. He had lead me so many times that I said Tartarus without even thinking."
Everyone gasped in horror, especially Percy and Annabeth.
"Yep, I went to Tartarus. If there God told me that he would make me a super human, aka god. Though they aren't real gods like Jehovah. So anyway he gave me my weapons and this baby."
Out whistled a purple sword. "Pure demonite" he said smiling, "Lights bane." (Review and tell me the reference.) Clarisse looked awe struck. Piper had never seen Clarisse looking like that. Walle put the sword away.
"What are your other weapons. "Clarisse asked.
"This pre-floodanite diamond staff, this cross bow with greek fire bolts, this javelin, and this machete." He said as he unloaded the said weapons unto the Ping-Pong table. Clarisse looked even more awestruck. Walle smiled as he placed the weapons back into their respected places. "I heard you play capture the flag. Twenty-five Rasians will compete against camp half-blood."
"Your on!" Yelled Clarisse.
"Ok" He said smiling, "magic items are allowed." With that he walked out of the big house.