Warning: Certain ancient Greek names matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also if you haven't read them yet read 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Early Adventures' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Titan's Curse' and 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Magical Labyrinth' as well as the one shots 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Stolen Chariot' The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Sword of Hades', and The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Bronze Dragon' before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned. Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

Silena Tries to Pull a Patroclus

Good thing Blackjack is a pretty good flier and I'm one of the best Pegasus handlers in camp, otherwise our plan wouldn't have worked.

I could hear Rachel screaming inside. For some reason, she hadn't fallen asleep, but I could see the pilot slumped over the controls, pitching back and forth as the helicopter wobbled toward the side of an office building.

The idea was to get Annabeth inside the Helicopter so she could grab the controls but it was harder than it looked.

We passed so close to the rotors I felt the force of the blades ripping my hair. We zipped along the side of the helicopter, and Annabeth grabbed the door. She opened the door where Rachel was at, looking a little shock but okay.

I pointed at Rachel then at Annabeth and finally at the pilot. I don't know if Rachel got the full message but she nodded and stretched out to help Annabeth in.

Okay, Blackjack, soar down, I thought.

Don't need to tell me twice.

Blackjack soared down and landed on the ground safely where some of the centaurs made some room for us.

I got quickly got off Blackjack and told him to go.

Then I turned to the helicopter which was only seconds from the building. "Come on, Annabeth."

Miraculously, the helicopter righted itself. It spun in a circle an hovered. Very slowly, it began to descend.

It took a while but Annabeth landed the helicopter in the middle of Fifth Avenue.

I ran forward as the rotors spun to a stop. Rachel opened the door and dragged the pilot out.

Rachel was still dressed like she was on vacation, in beach shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals. Her hair was tangled and her face was green from the helicopter ride.

Annabeth climbed out last.

"You saved my life," Rachel said.

"Yeah well… let's not make a habit out of it," Annabeth said, "What are you doing here, Dare? Don't you know better than to fly into a war zone?"

"I—" Rachel glanced at me. "I had to be here. I knew Percy was in trouble.

"Got that right," Annabeth grumbled. "Well, if you excuse me, I have some injured friends I've got to tend to. Glad you could stop by, Rachel."

"Annabeth!" I called.

She stormed off.

Rachel plopped down on the curb and put her head in her hands. "I'm sorry, Percy. I didn't mean to… I always messed things up."

"Nothing worse than what I use to do," I admitted. "Although if you had called us, I could have send Mrs. O'Leary to pick you up at a safe distance from the city."

"I—I thought you might be too busy for me to call," Rachel said.

She had a point. Throughout the past two days I either been fighting, organizing troops, helping set up for the next battle, negotiating with a Titan, getting my mom and step dad to safety. In fact, the only time I really had off since the battle started I spend sleeping because of the Achilles Curse.

"It's okay," I told Rachel, "So what's the message you wanted to deliver?"

She frowned. "How did you know about that?"

"Dream visions… they're sort of visions of the past present and sometimes the future Demigods get," I explained, "However they don't always explain what we need to know from them."

"Well, I been seeing things too," Rachel muttered. "I mean, not just through the Mist. This is different. I've been drawing pictures, writing lines—"

"In Ancient Greek," I said. "Do you know what they say?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I was hoping… well, if you had gone with us on vacation. I was hoping you could have helped me figure out what's happening to me."

She looked at me pleadingly. Her face was sunburned from the beach. Her nose was peeling, and yet she risked a lot to get here. But at the same time, the way Rachel was talking reminded me of how May Castellan mention about seeing more things other than through the Mist.

"Maybe Chiron can help." I said.

Rachel flinched like she'd gotten an electric shock. "Percy, something is about to happen. A trick that ends with a Titan's pain."

"What do mean?"

"I don't know," she hesitated. "I'm not sure, the thought only came to me. The message I wrote on the beach was different. It had your name in it."

"Perseus," I said, "In Ancient Greek."

Rachel nodded. "I don't know the meaning. But I know it's important. You have to hear it. It said, Perseus, you are not the hero."

I felt like Rachel just slapped me in the face. "You came thousands of miles to tell me I'm not the hero who defeats Kronos?"

"It's important," she said. "It will affect what you do."

"Well!" Chiron cantered over. "This must be Miss Dare."

I held down my anger. "Chiron, this is Rachel Dare," I said. "Rachel, this is my teacher, Chiron."

"Hello," Rachel said glumly.

"You're not asleep, Miss Dare," Chiron noted. "And yet you are mortal?"

"I'm mortal," she agreed, like it was a depressing thought. "The pilot fell asleep as soon as we passed the river. I don't ow why I didn't. I just knew I had ti be here, to warn Percy."

"Warn Percy?" Chiron asked.

"She's been seeing things," I explained, "Writing lines and making drawings."

Chiro raised an eyebrow. "Indeed? Tell me."

She told him the same things she told me.

Chiro stroke his beard. "Miss Dare… perhaps we should talk."

Suddenly I had a flash back of what happened to May Castellan. "Chiron, please help Rachel. Make sure she understand the risk of her abilities," I said.

His tail flicked like it does when he's anxious. "I will do my best, but first I need to understand what is going on with Miss Dare. Meanwhile, you should rest. We moved your parents' care to the side of the street and both are now sleeping at the Empire State Building, where we've set up bunks."

I nodded. Hero or not I do need sleep. I turned to Rachel, "Once you figure out what the message means, tell me."

"Right," Rachel agreed.

I trudged toward the Empire State Building.

Inside the lobby, I found a bunk next to my mom and step dad and decided to take it. A second after I laid down I fell asleep.

In my dreams, I was back in Hades' garden. The lord of the dead paced up and down, holding his ears while Nico followed him, waving his arms.

"You have to!" Nico insisted.

Demeter ad Persephone sat behind them at the breakfast table. Both of the goddesses looked bored. Demeter poured shredded wheat into four huge bowls. Persephone was magically changing the flower arrangement on the table, turning the blossoms from re to yellow to polka-dotted.

"I don't have to do anything!" Hades' eyes blazed. "I'm a god!"

"Father," Nico said, "if Olympus falls, your ow palace's safety doesn't matter. You'll fade too."

"I am not an Olympian!" he growled. "My family has made that quite clear."

"You are," Nico said. "Whether you like it or not."

"You saw what they did to your mother," Hades said. "Zeus killed her. Ad you would have me help them? They deserve what they get!"

Persephone signed. She walked her fingers across the table, absently turning the silverware into roses. "Could we please not talk about that woman?"

"You know what would help this boy?" Demeter mused. "Farming."

Persephone rolled her eyes. "Mother—"

"Six months behind the plow. Excellent character building."

Nico stepped in front of his father, forcing Hades to face him. "My mother understood family. So does Bianca. That's why my mother didn't want to leave us and why Bianca is out there right now fighting to preserve Olympus. You can't just abandon the Olympians because they did something horrible. You've done horrible things to them too."

"Maria died!"

"But Bianca and I are alive! Do you want to put your own daughter's life, my sister's life, over a grudge you can't let go of!" Nico yelled. "Stop being angry about what your family did to you and do something helpful for once."

Hades' palm filled with black fire.

"Go ahead," Nico said. "Blast me. That's just what the other gods would expect from you. Prove them right. Ruin everything Bianca and I worked so hard to try and prove wrong."

"Yes please," Demeter complained. "Shut him up."

Persephone sighed. "Oh, I don't know. I would rather fight in the war than eat another bowl of cereal. This is boring."

Hades roared in anger. His fireball hit a silver tree right next to Nico, melting it into a pool of liquid metal.

And my dream changed.

I was standing outside the United Nations, about a mile northeast of the Empire State Building. The Titan army had set up camp all around the UN complex. The flagpoles were hung with horrible trophies—helmets and armor pieces from defeated campers. All along First Avenue, giants sharpened their axes. Telekhines repaired armor at makeshift forges.

Kronos himself paced at the top of the plaza, swinging his scythe so his dracaenae bodyguards stayed way back. Ethan Nakamura ad Prometheus stood nearby, out of slicing range. Ethan was fidgeting with his shield straps, but Prometheus looked as calm and collected as ever in his tuxedo.

"I hate this place," Kronos growled, "United Nations. As if mankind could ever united. Remind me to tear down this building after we destroy Olympus."

"Yes, lord," Prometheus smiled as if his master's anger amused him. "Shall we tear down the stables in Central Park too? I know how much horses can annoy you."

"Don't mock me, Prometheus! Those cursed centaurs will be sorry thy interfered. I will feed them to the hellhounds, starting with that son of mine—that weakling Chiron and my pathetic excuse of a brother Iapetus."

Kronos swung his scythe and cut a flagpole in half. The national colors of Brazil toppled into the army, squashing a dracaena.

"It is time to unleashed the Drakon. Nakamura, you will do this."

"Y-yes, lord. At sunset?"

"No," Kronos said. "Immediately. The defenders of Olympus are badly wounded. Thy will not expect a quick attack. I want Olympus in ruins by the time Typhon reaches New York. We will break the gods utterly!"

"But, my lord," Ethan said. "Your regeneration."

Kronos pointed at Ethan, and the demigod froze.

"Does it seem," Kronos hissed, "that I need to regenerate?"

Ethan didn't respond. Kind of hard to do when you're immobilize in time.

Kronos snapped his fingers and Etan collapsed.

"Soon," the Titan growled, "this form will be unnecessary. I will not rest with victory so close. Now, go!"

Ethan scrambled away.

"This is dangerous, my lord," Prometheus warned. "Do not be hasty."

"Hasty? After festering for three thousand years in the depths of Tartarus, you call me hasty? I will slice Percy Jackson into a thousand pieces."

"Thrice you've fought him," Prometheus pointed out. "And yet you've always said it is beneath the dignity of a Titan to fight a mere mortal. I wonder if your mortal host is influencing you, weakening your judgment."

Kronos' turned his golden eyes on the other Titan. "You call me weak?"

"No, my lord. I only meant—"

"Are your loyalties divided?" Kronos asked. "Perhaps you miss your old friends, the gods. Would you like to join them like your treacherous father?"

Prometheus paled. "I misspoke, my lord. Your orders will be carried out." He turned to the armies and shouted, "PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"

The troops began to stir.

From somewhere behind the UN compound, an angry roar shook the city—the sound of a Drakon waking. The noise was so horrible it woke me, and I realized I could still hear it from a mile away.

Grover stood next to me, looking nervous. "What was that?"

"They're coming," I said, "Get Bob ready for battle! We're going to need his strength."

Beckendorf and the rest of the Hephaestus cabin was out of Greek Fire. The Apollo cabin and the Hunters were scrounging for arrows. Most of us had already ingested so much ambrosia and nectar we didn't dare take any more.

We had sixteen campers, fifteen hunters, and half a dozen satyrs left in fighting shape. The rest had taken refuge on Olympus or is missing and considered dead. The Party Ponies tried to form rank s, but they staggered and giggled like they were drunk, and yet they smell like root beer. I tried not to question how a caffeinated soda make a centaur drunk, especially after the Centaur prom incident years ago.

Bob was in good condition. Beckendorf manage to makeshift several broken spears together into one single spear big spear perfect for Bob. The scary part was with the spear in Bob's hand he looked exactly how he did before lost his memory, the fierce Iapetus who would of killed Thalia Bianca Nico and me before escaping the Underworld.

Chiron trotted up with Rachel on his back.

"Your friend here has some useful, insights, Percy," he said.

Rachel blushed. "Just some things I saw in my head."

"A Drakon," Chiron said. "A Lydian drakon, to be exact. The oldest and most dangerous kind."

I stared at her. "How did you know that?"

"I'm not sure," Rachel admitted. "But this Drakon has a particular fate. It will be killed by a child of Ares who will come to the aid of your double agent."

Annabeth crossed her arms. "How can you possibly know that?"

"I just saw it. I can't explain it."

"A child of Ares coming to the aid of our double agent," Thalia said. "What does that mean?"

A strange thought occurred to me that send a shiver down my back, which I quickly shook off. "It doesn't matter. If Rachel is right, Clarisse and her siblings will be coming here to help us. So let's make sure they have a city to save."

Everyone nodded. But before we could get ready, a roar shook the ground. It sounded very close.

"Rachel," I said, "get inside."

"I wat to stay."

A shadow blotted out the sun. Across the street, the Drakon slithered down the side of a skyscraper. It roared, ad a thousand windows shattered.

"Oh second thought," Rachel said in a small voice, "I'll be inside."

…

Let me explain: there are dragons, and then there are drakons.

Drakons are several millennia older than dragons, and much larger. They looked like giant serpents. Most don't have wings. Most don't breathe fire (though some do). All are poisonous. All are immensely strong, with scales harder than titanium. Their eyes can paralyze you; not the turn-you-to-stone Medusa-type paralysis, but the oh-my-gods-that-big-snake-is-going-to-eat-me type of paralysis, which is just as bad when facing a Drakon.

We have Drakon-fighting classes at camp, but there is no way to prepare yourself for a two-hundred-foot-long serpent as thick as a school bus slithering down the side of the building, its yellow eyes like searchlights, and its mouth full of razor-sharp teeth big enough to chew elephants.

Make matters worse, the enemy army advanced down Fifth Avenue. We'd done our best to push cars out of the way to keep the mortals safe, but that just made it easier for our enemies to approach. The Party Ponies swished their tails nervously. Chiron galloped up and down their ranks, shouting encouragements to stand tough and think about victory and root beer, but I figured any second thy would panic and run.

"Bob, you think you can handle the Drakon?" I asked.

Bob nodded. "I know I can."

Something about the way Bob said that made me worried as it sounded like his old self—the way Iapetus talked. But he grinned at me with his Bob like grin.

I nodded. "Try and keep the Drakon from killing us until Ares cabin gets here."

Bob nodded as I turned to the camper "Bob will take the Drakon! Everyone else, hold the line against the army! Supply back up for Bob when needed, but don't get in his way."

Everyone nodded. After our last battle I don't think anyone would argue against Bob helping.

I whistled. "Mrs. O'Leary, heel!"

"ROOOF!" My hellhound leaped over a line of centaurs and gave me a kiss that smelled suspiciously of pepperoni pizza. I climbed on Mrs. O'Leary's back and drew my sword. "ATTACK!"

The Drakon was three stories above us, slithering sideways along the building at it size up our forces. Wherever it looked, centaurs froze I fear.

But not good old Bob. He charged at the Drakon with his spear ready and strike it with his spear.

Bob manage to jab it at the eye. The Drakon roared in pain before Bob punched the Drakon in the jaw, sending it flying before it could use its poison.

Meanwhile the rest of us charged at the enemy. Mrs. O'Leary and I fought alongside with the Centaurs through the giants and demons as the campers, hunters, and nature spirits took care of the rest.

I saw Bob use his spear and hit the chink of the Drakon's armor.

The Drakon roared and manage to shake Bob off it.

The rest of us manage to stop the enemy from progressing, but we weren't pushing them back either. Sometimes a party pony would stop to cheer Bob on, only to get knock aside.

Then I heard rumbling in the south. It wasn't a sound you hear much in New York, but I recognized it immediately: chariot wheels.

A girl's voice yelled, "ARES!"

A dozen of war chariots charged into battle. Each flew a red banner with the symbol of the wild boar's head. Each was pulled by a team of skeletal horses with manes of fire. A total of thirty fresh warriors, armor gleaming and eyes full of hate, lowered their lances as one—making a bristling wall of death.

Leading the charge was a girl in familiar red armor, her face covered by a boar's-head helm. She held aloft a spear ad crackled with electricity. She led six of the other campers straight for the Drakon, while the rest joined us fighting.

I slayed a dracaena and turned as Bob wrestled the Drakon with his bare hands, opening it's mouth so that the Ares kids could throw javelins at it.

"EEESSSSS!" it screamed, which probably Drakon for OWWWW!

At first I thought it was Clarisse fighting until the girl yell, "Ares, to me!"

Now I heard Clarisse scream and yell orders during a battle, and it takes a lot to scare her or at least make her worried, and fighting a drakon wasn't one of the things that made Clarisse feel scared or worried. So when I heard a shrill I the girl's voice I knew she wasn't Clarisse.

"ARES!" the girl shouted as she leveled her spear and charged at the drakpo

The monster looked down at her and spit poison directly at her.

However Bob jumped in front of her—back facing the drakon, and took the poison.

I gritted my teeth. I know Bob was immortal and all, but he still could get injured.

Then out of nowhere flying chariot came through fifth avenue. Driving it was Chris Rodriguez and the fighter was Clarisse. They lowered down so Clarisse could grab her spear from the girl.

Then Clarisse jumped off the flying Chariot and landed on the monster's head before driving her spear into the monster's good eye with so much force it shattered the shaft, releasing all the magic weapon's power.

Electricity arced across the creature's head, causing it's whole body to shudder. Clarisse jumped free, rolling safely to the sidewalk as smoke boiled from the drakon's mouth. The drakon's flesh dissolved, and it collapsed into a hollow scaly tunnel of armor.

Everyone stared at Clarisse I awe. She just took down a huge monster single handedly. But Clarisse rushed to the girl who was helping Bob—who was obviously in pain.

The girl removed her helmet and I recognized her immediately as Silena Beauregard.

Finally what Rachel said made sense. Silena tried to take Clarisse's place to lead Ares Cabin, tricking them and forcing Clarisse and Chris to follow, just as Patroclus led the Greeks against the Trojans disguised as Achilles. But instead of dying like Patroclus, Bob took the poison for her, because I told him to try and make sure the Drakon doesn't hurt the campers. And the reason she send Beckendorf back to us was because he would most likely stopped her. A trick ends with a Titan in pain.