A/N: Hey everybody! I'm not dead. So yeah, it's been a while. Sorry about that. Work has been wearing me out more than I care to admit. I mean seriously! Every single day I get off work I get home, take a shower and then immediately pass out on the couch. It ain't fun let me tell ya that much. Anyways, enough of my rambling. Here is the full 3rd chapter of Brotherhood. Again, I am very sorry for the wait and I would just like to say that I'm back to writing. Just might take me longer than I like to update. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

Owen subtly hit his head onto his desk as he heard the history teacher tell of the American Revolution. Or more specifically the death of Charles Lee.

'That's wrong,' Owen thought. 'He was killed by Connor Kenway. My past life. He didn't die from tuberculosis.'

The son of Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson sighed as he sat through the history class when he knew that the history was false. That the history he lived through was the real thing. However, he knew he couldn't say a thing. He couldn't reveal that he has the memories of an assassin named Connor.

The bell rang though so he was saved from the torture of learning the wrong history. Picking up his things, he was the first one out of the classroom as he headed to lunch. And to the beginning of his journey as a demigod.

"Hey, Owen!" Estelle shouted to her nephew. "Come sit with us!"

Looking at his aunt's smile, he shook his head as he couldn't bring himself to say no. And so, he walked over to his aunt's table and sat down next to her.

"Owen these are my friends," Estelle pointed at a satyr, "This is Maple Underwood," the female satyr shyly waved at him and her last name was familiar to him. "This is Romulus Grace," a teen a few inches shorter than Owen with dirty blond hair and lightning blue eyes just nodded at Owen, "and finally Aveline Zhang." A young woman with curly dark brown hair and amber eyes looked at Owen coldly.

"Guys this is Owen, my nephew," Estelle told them, their eyes widening. "Yep, the one and only son of Percy Jackson."

"Estelle," Owen snapped. "Me and dad were both wanting to keep that to ourselves. Thank you for destroying that plan."

Estelle smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry Owen," she told him. "But at least they don't know who your mom is."

She whispered the last sentence to him and Owen gave Estelle a grateful smile.

"You two do look similar," Aveline stated. "More so in the facial structure."

Owen was about to speak but saw a group of seniors, all of them Demigods, walk into the cafeteria.

"Who are they?" Owen asked motioning over to the new group.

"Crap," Estelle said. "I'm not here."

"Hey there Estelle," one of the guys came over. "Still playing hard to get?"

"Back off douchebag," Estelle muttered.

Owen smirked but then frowned as he watched his aunt squirm and one of the demigods placed his hand on her arm.

"Now, now, 'Stelle," he said grinning widely. "Stop playing around and just go out with me. I'll show you a good time ya know?"

Estelle paled as her eyes filled with fear, "L-let me go! I don't want to go out with you Marcus!"

Owen stood up, his chair moved back and its legs scraped the floor.

"That's enough," Owen said his fists were clenched and he glared at the group of Demigods in front of him. "She said "No." So I think it'd be best for you to leave. Now."

"And what are you going to do about it, tough guy?" Marcus asked with a sneer on his face. "We are seniors and fully trained Demigod sons of Ares. Oh yeah, nothing. So piss off!"

Before Owen could speak, another voice was heard.

"What seems to be the problem?"

Owen turned around and he immediately went on his guard. It was a young woman with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her hair had a stringy look to it but she somehow made it work. She was a few inches taller than Owen, who stood at 5'7.

'Why are there so many children of Ares at this school?' he thought.

"I'm not like the rest of my uncles and aunts," the new girl said. "Now don't make me ask again, Marcus. What is going on here?"

"N-nothing E-Emma," Marcus stuttered.

Emma's eyes narrowed, "Yeah. I don't believe that. What is going on?"

"I can answer that, Emma," Aveline stood up. "These idiots were trying to get 'Stelle to 'have a good time,' Owen stepped up to stop them before they could crowd around her."

Emma turned and looked at her uncle. On her face was a scowl and it was directed towards Marcus. The son of Ares gulped and a bead of sweat rolled down his face.

"L-Look Rodriguez," Marcus began.

Owen grinned as he got an idea. One that would make his father proud and his mother shake her head in exasperation and amusement.

"You know, this could all blow over if we fight in combat class," the son of Percy Jackson was now grinning widely. "All I ask is that you stop bothering my cousin when I win."

"When you win?" Emma asked with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry if I sound skeptical, but you're a mortal going up against a son of Ares in a sparring match. You won't last more than a minute, and that's if you're lucky."

Owen's smile turned into a smirk, "Let's just say that my father trained me in a way to turn a disadvantage into an advantage."

'And if it gets my mom to claim me then so be it,' Owen thought as his smirk widened when he saw the son of Ares nod his head in agreement.

"However, if I win, then you have to never speak to Estelle again," Marcus smirked.

Owen and Estelle shared a smirk that was eerily similar to Percy's.

"I don't think that'd be possible Marky," Owen replied as he draped an arm over his aunt. "We're family after all. Cousins actually."

"Really?" Emma asked. She sounded skeptical. "You guys look more like siblings than anything."

Owen looked at her confused, but then realization hit.

'Mom must be using the mist to hide my hair and eyes,' Owen thought. 'That's good. I'd hate to be loathed because of what they believe my father did.'

Owen nodded, "Yep. I'm her younger brother. Owen Jackson. With no relation to Percy Jackson."

"We don't speak the name of that traitor!" Marcus snarled. "He should have been killed instead of being banished for life!"

'Okay, that's it,' Owen thought. 'He can disrespect me, but my family? I'll kill him for it!'

Estelle could easily see where this was going and she put a stop to it.

"He'll fight you in self-defense class," she told Mark. "But no later. Come on Owen."

Owen frowned but walked away following his aunt in front of him. They walked out to the courtyard and Estelle spun on him with a hard frown.

"What the Hades was that Owen?" she asked in irritation. "I could have handled it without you going off the rails."

"Dad said I had to keep you safe from those guys," Owen reminded her. "I was doing what I was told to do. Something you and dad both know I'd do even without being told to."

Estelle just looked at her nephew before she huffed and turned around, her arms crossed.

"Fine," she muttered. "But you'd better kick their asses you hear?"

"Oh don't worry about that, auntie," Owen stated. His hands behind his head. "I'll show them what it means when you mess with a Jackson."

Combat Class

The combat teacher looked over her students standing just outside of a 30ft circle. Dressed in full combat gear. Owen looked on and fidgeted with his armor. He was already hating being weighed down by it. He saw a flicker of pale white to his left and when he turned his head, his eyes widened in surprise. It was someone he hasn't seen in a while. His past life, Connor Kenway. He watched as Connor placed a finger to his lips before pointing up at a tree. It was a crow.

He looked back at Connor with a questioning look in his eyes. He saw him give a slight nod as if he suspected Owen to know what the crow meant. It took a moment before Owen's eyes widened as he realized: His mom. Her sacred animal was the crow because of its intelligence. His mom was watching over him... Now he was even more determined to win.

The combat teacher finished speaking and asked, "Would anyone like to give the class a demonstration?"

Owen raised his hand as did Marcus. This caused people to break out into whispers.

"Do you have a weapon, Mr. Jackson?" the teacher asked. Owen shook his head. His father wouldn't allow him to bring any of his weapons to school as it could bring them attention. Something the Brotherhood does not want nor need. "Then you'll have to pick one out for your-"

The harsh sound of a crow was heard as one swooped down and dropped a pen into his hand.

"It appears that Lady Annabeth favors you, Mr. Jackson," the teacher stated after a moment of silence. "Even if only because you share the last name of her ex before he went traitor."

Owen frowned as he looked at the pen. It wasn't a ballpoint pen like his father's signature weapon, instead, it was a clicker. Celestial bronze too. On the side was an inscription with the word tyfónas. Meaning, Typhoon.

"Let's get this done already!" Marcus shouted at his opponent as his friends entered the ring. The teacher frowned but did nothing. After all, she was the daughter of a minor god, and these were the kids of an Olympian. Even with her strength, she couldn't do much when her mother was Hebe.

Owen smirked as he clenched the pen before he whispered, "Tell mom that she should watch this."

The crow just tilted its head before flying off. Owen then turned to his opponents and pocketed the pen.

"Don't need a weapon for you all," Owen stated. His eyes were narrowed. "You're just newbies compared to me. I was trained since I was 5 and let me tell ya, it was hell on earth."

"You'll pay for that brat," Marcus told him. "Get him."

Two guys charged forwards brandishing their swords.

"Wait, you actually know what that means?" Owen gasped in faux shock as he deflected the blade by grabbing hold of the wrist. "You're smarter than I gave you credit for."

Owen then twists the wrist and kicked on back disarming him. Before he turned around and used the wrist guard as a shield to block the sword. He then got in closer and used the moment to not only break their guard but also stun him by elbowing the son of Ares in the face. He then broke one of the knee caps and kicked him in the face.

"One down," Owen began as he turned around. "Four more to go. Who's next?"