Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for the really long wait, but I've just started Uni so everything was a bit hectic and new. I've finally finished this chapter, but I don't think that it is that great. It's a bit of a filler in my opinion. But I hope that you all still like it! Please let me know what you think.

And that’s we did. We waited. We watched Percy closely, just waiting for something else to happen, hoping to see something that would indicate that our suspicions about his father were correct. But we didn’t see anything. I was getting impatient and frustrated. On a few occasions I had almost decided to just go to Olympus and find Poseidon to confront him directly, but I knew that that was a bad idea. What if we were wrong and Percy wasn’t his kid? Then we’d just accused an Olympian god of breaking an oath he swore on the River Styx and probably pissed him off in the process. Then there was always the other option that we were right and then we had just made him confess to breaking his word in front of Zeus, who already wasn’t happy with him. So I managed to persuade myself to be patient. We would find out eventually. We just had to wait for a sign.

It wasn’t until the end of the week when that sign came. It was the night of the first game of Capture the Flag. The two main rivalling cabins were Athena and Ares. It was usually these two cabins that butted heads, as they were two of the larger and more determined groups. I know that Annabeth had been planning for this game all week, I had seen her trace battle strategies with her fingers onto the table at dinner, and muttering to herself as she walked around camp. She was determined to win and, like always, she had a plan of action.

Like usual I was just going to be wandering through the battlefield acting as medical assistance. Although it was in the rules that the kids weren’t allowed to really hurt each other, some of them could get a bit too into the game. The Ares kids in particular could get a bit . . . vicious. In the last few games, we’d had a few more problems with Clarisse than normal.

Not that long ago Ares had given her a little gift which I didn’t particularly approve of and I definitely didn’t approve of her using it here in camp, but I had been overruled. Ares had given her a spear, but it wasn’t your average kind of spear, this one electrocuted the victim. When I had found that out I was furious at Ares for giving it to her, knowing that she would be going around electrocuting my campers. However, Ares insisted that she be allowed to keep it, claiming it to be a beautiful weapon. I couldn’t deny that it was skilfully crafted and intricately carved, but the essence of the thing, it was evil. Clarisse then went on to argue that we already used dangerous weapons when we fought so it wouldn’t really be any different and that every other camper was allowed to use their magic items in camp. I had to grudgingly let it go, but that didn’t mean that I approved of it. And from the way that Clarisse had been starring down Percy for these last few days, I could tell that she was planning on directing her magic spear at him. I made a mental not to try and stick close to Percy during the game, in case he needed my help.

I watched him slightly anxiously as Luke guided him into the forest. This was his first time playing, he had no clue what kind of thing was in store for him. Although Luke did mention that he seemed to have a bit of a natural talent when it came to sword fighting, even managing to disarm Luke on his first try, which is saying something as Luke is good and sword fighting. I just hoped that what he had managed to learn in a week was enough to protect him in the game.

I was jolted out of my worrying by Chiron blowing the conch horn signalling the game to begin. I quickly scurried into the forest and located the main battle area, watching for any serious injuries that I would have to attend to. I tried to keep an eye out for Percy but I didn’t seem to see him anywhere. I didn’t know what Annabeth’s plan was so I don’t know where she had placed him in the battle. I did, however, see Clarisse, which slightly put me at ease. She was in the very centre of the battle with that horrible weapon by her side. But she too looked as though she was trying to find someone in particular amongst the hoards of campers, and I had a sneaking suspicion that she was looking for Percy.

But I soon had to stop thinking about Clarisse’s desire for revenge as a Hephaestus kid limped towards me with a nasty gash on his leg. I quickly grabbed a water bottle from my bag and rushed over to the boy. Unscrewing the lid I poured a bit of the cool liquid onto his wound and watched as the cut sealed itself, leaving only a thin pink line behind. I smiled at the boy who was quick to get back to his feet and rejoin the battle. He threw a quick ‘thank you’ over his shoulder before diving right back into the fight.

Scanning the battlefield once more, I noted that Clarisse had now disappeared from the front line. I searched around for her throughout the fighting but I couldn’t see her anywhere. This made me panic slightly. I couldn’t see her. I couldn’t see Percy. Clarisse was out for Percy’s blood. This wasn’t going to end well.

As much as I wanted to go in search of Clarisse and Percy, I couldn’t. I was needed here on the battlefield. So as much as I hated to do it, I had to put the two of them out of my mind, and focus on the job in hand.

I had just patched up an Apollo kid when I heard cheering and shouting coming from deeper in the forest, shortly followed by another blow on a conch horn. One side had won. I decided that it was now safe to leave the battlefield and followed the sound of the cheering.

I arrived by the creek to find that the Athena kids’ side had won, and Luke, who was carrying the flag, was being lifted up on the shoulders of some of the other campers. Apparently he was the hero of the hour. But my eyes strayed to Percy who was standing in the middle of the creek talking to Annabeth. Well, he was more like glaring at her.

“You set me up!” he accused whilst pointing at her. “You put me here because you knew Clarisse would come after me, while you sent Luke around the flank. You had it all figured out."

“I told you, Athena always has a plan.” Annabeth shrugged, not caring that Percy was quite offended at the fact that he was used as human bait.

“A plan to get me pulverised!” He shouted, not happy with her explanation.

“I came as soon as I could-” Annabeth started to object, and I could just tell that a fight was about to start, so I decided to step in.

“What’s going on here?”

“She used me as bait! That’s what’s going on!” Percy said, still outraged.

“It was a perfectly good battle strategy, it wasn’t anything personal. And it worked by the way!” Annabeth retorted.

“Okay, both of you need to calm down. First of all, Percy, Annabeth didn’t mean to offend you or get you hurt by using you as a distraction, she was just thinking about winning. Secondly, Annabeth, we’ve talked about this before. When it comes to battles, you need to work as a team. You’ll find that your plans will be a lot more effective if you have the full support and cooperation of your teammates, which means that you have to tell them what the plan is.” I said, trying to make them both see where the other one was coming from.

“But I did tell other people about the plan. I told Luke.” Annabeth said, not understanding that I was implying that she should have told Percy about the battle strategy.

“Wait, Luke knew about this too! And neither of you decided to tell me about this? But instead you decided to serve me up to Clarisse and the Uglies on a silver platter!” Percy shouted. I could only assume that by the ‘uglies’ he was referring to the group of Ares’ kids who made up Clarisse’s entourage.

“Well, it looks like you managed to handle yourself fine without the warning.” Annabeth retorted. My eyes quickly scanned over Percy, checking for any signs of injury but quickly became confused. There was a cut in his shirt on his arm, and the shirt was stained with blood but there was no wound on his skin. Huh? How did that happen?

“Yeah, no thanks to you! You just left me out here by myself!” Percy carried on the argument. I didn’t feel like I was making any progress with the two of them, so I decided to change the subject and hopefully distract them.

“Hey, Percy what happened to your arm?” I asked pointing to the rip in the shirt.

“Oh, Ugly number two cut me with his sword during the fight.” Percy shrugged and turned back to Annabeth, opening his mouth to continue shouting at her, but she wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying. She too was staring at the cut on his arm, or lack there of, in confusion.

“But, Percy, there isn’t a cut there.” I said, interrupting the rant he was giving to an uncaring Annabeth.

“What?” Percy said, clearly confused as he looked at his arm to see no injury there, when there had obviously been one there not that long before. Then an idea struck me. The toilets. When he had first defended himself against Clarisse, he had used the toilet water. Mine and Chiron’s earlier suspicion about Percy’s father, once again came to the front of my mind. Poseidon.

I also thought of my ability to heal using water. That was a gift from Poseidon. Percy was currently standing in the creek. He was in water. It all made sense. That had to be the reason.

“Percy, come out of the water.” I said, hoping that this would prove my theory. Annabeth’s head snapped in my direction and her mouth fell open. She had obviously picked up on what I was thinking.

When he did walk out of the water, Percy almost crumpled to the floor, seemingly drained of energy. I quickly caught him though and steadied him back on his feet.

“Oh Styx!” Annabeth cursed from beside me. “This isn’t good. I thought . . . I assumed it would be Zeus . . .” She trailed off, cursing under her breath. Percy looked utterly confused by her reaction, but I understood. Athena didn’t get along with Poseidon.

A few years ago, Annabeth was so desperate to get out of this camp and go on a quest that she had pestered Chiron about it non-stop. This was after the whole Luke and the garden of Hesperides incident, so nobody was going out on quests. He had eventually gotten so annoyed at her persistent questioning that he told her that it wasn’t her fate to go on a quest yet. That she had to wait for someone special to arrive at camp. It was clear from the look on her face that she had thought that Percy was that someone.

“Percy, do you understand what this means?” I asked slowly. He shook his head and I was just about to explain it to him when screams erupted from the previously cheering crowd. And I soon found out why.

There, charging towards us, was a hellhound. It looked so much like Lucy, my own hellhound, that at first I merely thought that Hades had sent my pet to me as a surprise. But I soon realised that that wasn’t the case. This creature was not my pet. It was vicious and its eyes were fixed intently on Percy and it was closing the gap quickly.

“Percy, run!” Annabeth shouted. But the boy seemed frozen in place, just watching as the beast got ever nearer. I spun around searching the ground for something I could use as a weapon. My eyes landed on a snapped spear laying discarded on the ground. I quickly grabbed it and turned back to face the creature. I found that Annabeth had stepped in front of Percy but the creature only had eyes for Percy and just leaped over her head. I quickly plunged the metal tipped spike of the spear into the beast’s underbelly mid-leap. The hellhound collapsed on top of Percy, half whimpering in pain, half growling. However, the creature wasn’t making noise for long, as a cluster of arrows landed in its back and the creature fell limp, dead.

I quickly ran forward rolling the carcass off of Percy and what I found made me gasp. The hellhound had sure left its mark upon Percy’s chest. Its claws had sliced right through his armour and blood was seeping through his chest.

“Di immortales!” Annabeth cried. But I could barely concentrate on what she was saying, I was too busy fussing over Percy’s chest to pay that much attention. “That was a hellhound from the Fields of Punishment. They’re not supposed to . . . they don’t . . .” She trailed off, clearly at a loss for words, and I couldn’t blame her. Hellhounds can’t just appear in camp. This place is protected. Thalia had made sure of that.

“It was summoned. By someone inside the camp.” Chiron said. Now THAT got my attention. I wanted to snap my head around and search for Luke in the crowd, but I knew that I couldn’t. He couldn’t know that I knew he had changed. This attack, it had to have been Luke’s doing. He must have been the one to summon it. Who else would do such a thing?

But even so, it was hard to imagine that the smiley, happy boy that I knew could do such a thing as this. I had to keep reminding myself that he wasn’t that same little boy who arrived at camp all those years ago. He wasn’t the same little kid. He had changed.

“Percy! Get in the water! Quickly.” I urged him, getting quite worried at how red his t-shirt was getting, as it was slowly became soaked with his blood.

“What?” He said confused and still a bit dazed after being knocked down by the hellhound.

“Just do it!” Annabeth snapped. “Chiron, watch this.”

Percy clambered to his feet and staggered into the creek. As soon as his toes touched the water, his back became straighter and he stood taller. It was clear to see that he had more energy than he had a few seconds ago and the gashes on his chest quickly closed up. By now, everyone in camp was crowded around, watching the miracle before them.

It was then that I noticed the symbol floating above Percy’s head. It was a trident. Poseidon. He had claimed him.

Shocked gasps spread throughout the crowd as they too noticed the hologram hovering above him.

“Look, I-I don’t know why . . .” Percy trailed off, obviously thinking that people were in awe of his healing ability. If only he knew that it was for so much more than that.

“Err . . . Percy . . .” Annabeth mumbled, pointing to the symbol above his head. The boy hesitantly looked up and he too gasped at what he saw. “Your father . . . this is really not good.”

“It’s determined.” Chiron said in a no-nonsense tone. Percy looked around, clearly bewildered, as campers started kneeling before him. “Poseidon. Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God."