A/N: That's right people, two updates in one day. Yeah. I know. I'm amazing. Okay authors and readers, be prepared to...

HAVE A TOTALLY NORMAL CHAPTER!

HAH I BET YOU FELL FOR THAT! But seriously, brace yourself, as Poseidon would say.
Brace yourself.

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For the first time in two weeks, everyone was allowed out of their cabins. My hair was actually brushed and I was back to wearing my Camp Half-Blood T-shirt and a nice clean pair of jeans. People were running around screaming and sparring and...in some cases...kissing. Girlfriends and boyfriends were seeing each other once again, and I'm not proud to say that my brother was one of the people playing a nice game of let's-see-whose-face-gets-sucked-off-the-fastest.

Apollo campers were shooting arrows from the top of their cabin, testing them out, while Ares kids ran around spanking people on the butt with the flats of their swords. (And, for the record, that hurts a lot.) Demeter kids were messing around with the strawberries, Hermes kids were pranking everyone in sight, and Hephaestus campers were running around screaming themselves hoarse while they tried to keep people away from their un-triggered tripwires and traps. Yup. Just another fun-loving day here at Camp Half-Blood.

Chiron had everyone preparing for war. Hephaestus and Hermes campers alike were rigging the edge of the woods with traps and snares and cages and a lot of silly string. Percy and I were doing our best to kind of create a mini hurricane close to the outer edges of the woods. Jason was flying around keeping watch on the forest and shooting little bolts of lightning into the trees if he saw something. Piper and a couple of the other Aphrodite kids that could charmspeak were waiting by the trees, ready to...uh...charmspeak some evil butt.

It doesn't sound that intimidating, but you don't know that if you've never been charmspoken. You could literally be forced against your will to jump off a very high cliff, or stab yourself, or drown yourself, or break your own spine. Still sound not so intimidating? Half of the Apollo kids were ready to heal people who were hurt, the other half were working on bows and arrows.

Hecate kids were working their magical butts off putting barriers around the woods. Athena campers were working on battle strategy with Ares campers...even though the Ares kids kept telling them to; "stop hiding behind plans and just wing it".

Nike kids were just wandering around, not really knowing what to do. The truth was, we were using them and Tyche kids to bring us victory and luck. Hypnos kids, as usual, were asleep in their cabin. Iris campers were making rainbows (don't laugh, we're using them to blind people), Nemesis kids were just screaming for blood...and revenge...as always. As for Hebe campers...well...they were polishing weapons. they're mother was the goddess of youth, there really wasn't much more they could do.

At about six o'clock Jason yelled something from overhead. "Guys! They're coming!" Everyone hit their battle stances, Percy and I were still keeping the hurricanes going. I held my dagger at the ready.

Crashing could be heard through the trees. A few yells were discernible through the loud chanting. It sounded like a few of the traps were working.

"We want to bring some death, we want to bring some death."

Oh, how sweet. They want to bring some death. Yeah? Well so do we. And hopefully more of it.

The first wave or warriors that came through were cut down pretty quickly. I had just enought time to figure something out about them. They were identical. Literally, every single one of them had blonde hair, blue eyes, and...black eyebrows? Weird, but true. The weirder thing, though, was that they were all boys. Every last one of them.

The next wave of evil identical monster thingies (That title is way too long, but I seriously don't know what to call them) were a little harder to beat. For one thing, there were more of them. They broke through our defenses a little quicker than we had anticipated. Percy and I sprayed most of them in the face. Piper and her friends asked some of them to turn around and fight for us, which they did.

Ares campers ran through the crowd and sliced down every blondie there was in sight. Leo waded through the crowd on Festus, his dragon, and charred fifty percent of the horrible creatures.

We kept working through the third, fourth, fifth, and even sixth wave. But when the seventh hit...well...things were a little different.

The leader of all the clones was here this time. How did I know he was the leader? He was bigger and my gods was he freakin' powerful. He sliced, jabbed, and fought...until he came to us. Percy and I stood there, frozen as the dude approached us. He twirled his dagger carelessly on one finger. The handle had a loop in it. When he got to us he yelled in a very loud, commanding voice: "STOP!"

His forces immediately turned and melted back into the trees. Everyone's eyes were on Percy, me, and the leader. The Big Blondie (Yeah, I guess I could call him that) turned to us and held out his hand to Percy, who didn't even twitch. "My name is Arc." He introduced himself. Percy didn't move. "Come now, Son of Poseidon. It's rude not to shake." Arc crowed, grabbing Percy's hand. Percy jerked away and rubbed his wrist.

Arc smiled. "It hurts, doesn't it?" He asked quietly. Percy gritted his teeth angrily. "What did you do to my brother?" I snapped at Arc. Arc looked at me and reached out as if to touch my face. I slapped his hand away and winced. Why did it hurt so bad to touch him?

"Ah, Erica." He said quietly. "Beautiful young girl, you are. And so stupid. So, so stupid." I glared at Arc and held my aching hand against my chest. Arc turned to the rest of the campers. "Where is the one you call Chiron?" He asked. The crowd shifted as Chiron fought his way through. "Right here." He said defiantly. Arc smiled savagely. "Ah, a centaur. How wonderfully ironic." He sighed.

"Ironic?" Percy asked, speaking for the first time. Arc shot him a sickly smile. "Yes, ironic, my dear boy. You see, I used to be a centaur. And it's all your faults-" he gestured to every camper "-that I'm not one anymore."

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A/N: Well, that was fun to write. Note to all of you guys, Arc and the Blondies are totally my characters, and they're actually something that just kind of popped up in the back of my mind about ten minutes ago. Arc and the Blondies are not Rick Riordan's, and neither is Erica, but pretty much everyone and everything else is.

Okay, you Percy Jackson fans, be prepared for the demigod world you know to get twisted in ways never imagined! (Yes, I'm being overly dramatic, but that's what makes this fun, right?)