Hi guys! I have been very busy lately, so I have not updated in a while. Even though someone did comment. By the way, keep commenting! More POV suggestions OK? Sound good? Good. I would also like to say that I changed the last part of 'We Lie To My Ex-Girlfriend'. Don't know if you guys get notifications about that, but whatever. Second to last thing I'm gonna say. I changed my name to OWLS_7896. So yeah. Ima start dedicating chapters now! This one goes to Multi-Gamer10 because she answered my call and suggested a POV! 😁

*Chiron's POV*

"I would like to announce something tonight! I would love to welcome our new help!" I smiled down at the Army.

"Isn't it Capture the Flag night?" Someone called up from the crowd. Oh yeah! I remember that now! I knew there was something I forgot!

"Yes, yes. Tonight is capture the flag night! The Army came just the day!" All the figures looked at each other with excited stances and up-turned folds in their hoods except for two. But one of the figures whispered something in their ears, and then they took up the stance too. Everyone scoffed at their delight.

One of them looked up, "What are the teams?" he asked. For a second there, I recognized his voice. I heard Percy's voice.

"This isn't the classical gym game!" Pollux smirked.

"I am saddened that you think we don't already know that brother," One figure stood and took off his hood and mask. CASTOR?!?!?!?

"Hello? I seem to have broken him. He is giving no reaction," Castor mused. Pollux just stared. And stared. And stared. I did too. So did everyone else. Travis and Conner where the only ones to laugh. Everyone else was too shocked. Castor shrugged and walked off. Pollux kept staring and eventually he dazedly walked over and started used Castor as a punching bag.

"Why - didn't - you - tell - me - you - are - alive?!?!" Pollux shouted and punched him in between words.

"Because - that - wasn't - allowed!" He mimicked Pollux's talking. He then teleported away to another shot in the room. Wait. They can teleport?! Holy Hera!

"You! I'll get you some day Omega! You told me that only my dad would hurt me!" Castor shouted at the cloaked figure that had asked what the teams were. He must be in charge. He seemed very uncomfortable for a leader. Hm. Oh well.

"I just told you he wouldn't hurt us if you told Pollux and not your dad!" Omega laughed. Why does he remind me so much of Percy?

*Switch to 3rd person*

"Anyway, as Omega had said, what are the teams?" Luke asked.

"Why should you care?" Annabeth butted in.

"Well, we just want to make sure the teams are fair, because we are really good!"

"Okay, if you really think you are all that good, then you can face the whole camp in a Capture the Flag game," she huffed, "Everyone of us was trained by Percy Jackson and Jason Grace," her eyes welled with tears as she tried not to cry in front of that group, the rest of the camp looked down at the ground in shame, some crying too, and Piper was hiding her face in Drew's shoulder (Day by day, Drew had started to feel worse, and worse for Piper. Though she had told Piper when she first got there, that breaking a man's heart was the way to prove yourself a daughter of Aphrodite. But eventually she became the way Piper calmed herself. By coming to her, talking to her, crying in her shoulder. Drew then became Piper's 3rd best friend. Her first two being Lacy and Mitchel); her chest heaving uncontrollably, "The two best men on this Earth other than Leo Valdez and Frank Zhang," at this, Leo halfheartedly showed off his muscles and Frank just sat there. The rest of the campers just acknowledged the statement as true.

"Well, you will be fighting Percy himself during the match," Luke stated. Then he winced, 'Oops. Your the brains here, what do I say to cover it up, Percy!?!?'

'Hey!' Came the reply of several others.

'Tell her that you accidentally said Percy instead of Omega,' came Percy's answer, ignoring the others. Annabeth stumbled backward, her eyes wide. That might have been a bit of a exaggeration, but she didn't care. The guy just said she would be battling Percy himself. And something else... Grover the satyr caught her before she fell on the ground.

"Blah-a-a! What do you mean she will be fighting Percy himself?" Grover bleated.

"Sorry. Slip of the tongue, I do it sometimes. Someone says the name of someone, and I try to say someone else's name in my sentence, and I accidentally say the other name. I meant you will be battling Omega,"

"But... Who are you really?" Annabeth asked.

"You don't need to know that," he shrugged it off quickly. Annabeth kept on staring, "What? What do you want from me? Stop staring!"

"Sorry," Annabeth tried to shake it off. Everyone was staring at the three of them; Grover, Annabeth, and Golden Boy, "Its just, you sound remarkably like an old friend of mine... Luke by the name.... Are you sure you can't tell me your name?" her musing turned to suspicion.

"Yes. Yes I am sure," came the nervous reply from under the hood. 

"Do you except the challenge for the game?" her expression hardened. Her look was telling him, 'No one dares mess with this camp. It is the only standing legacy of Jason and Percy's work here before we tortured them into suicide,'

"Y-yes," he stammered. She was still scary. All these years and hardships, but she hasn't softened a bit. 

"You don't sound sure," she mused again, "But what ever!" she dismissed it.