"(Y/n)?" I blinked trying to make the sleep in my eyes go away.

"Huh?" I responded.

"Wake up."

"Will?" I asked.

"Yea," He responded and everything became into focus.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"5:30 am." He responed.

"Okay, who the hell wakes up this early?" I muttered.

"Apollo kids."

"Damn." I said. "Okay, let me get ready."

Will left and I sat up in bed. Ugh. Why the hell is everyone up this early? Who's genus idea was this? No child of Apollo should have to wake up at 5:30 to watch their dad fly across the sky at an unbelievably slow speed as the sun. Please tell me this doesn't happen every morning. I was not a morning person, nor will I ever be a morning person.

I put on a clean Camp Half-Blood shirt, some jean shorts, and converse shoes before trudging out of the cabin. All of the Apollo kids were sitting in the grass watching the sunrise. I sat next to Will.

"Do you do this every day?" I asked trying to keep the morning annoyance out of my voice.

Will gave me a sideways look, "not really, only on Saturdays."

Hm, it must be a fricking Saturday. Well crap, Saturdays used to be my free days from training on Olympus.

I lost all sense of time while watching the sunrise and after a while I had to admit it was sort of worth it to wake up at an ungodly time. The golden colors behind the backlit landscape. The firey red and the bright orange. The sunrays reaching its arms all over the sky.

"(Y/n)!" I looked behind me, Percy was walking towards me.

"Hey, Perce." I said getting up. "What'ch'a doing?"

"I thought I'd help you get adjusted into the demigod life today."

"Oh, cool, thanks."

"Should we start with a weapon?" He asked.

Mentally, I wanted to smack my forehead. Schist, I forgot to bring a weapon. Welp... Whoops...

"Yeah, let's go." I looked back, Will had fallen asleep in the grass. I pondered for a moment if I should wake him up, then Percy grabbed my hand and pulled me away. Which, for the record, startled me to death.

We walked towards a wooden shed. It hardly looked stable enough for one person to lean against it. The nails were sticking out everywhere and some of the wood was decaying and breaking down. We would most likely die from stepping inside than winning a guaranteed win scratch ticket. Then I reminded myself I was immortal, which I felt much better about.

We went inside.

I can't even begin to explain the inside. First of all, when Percy opened the door and a rush of light went inside, about a million rodents, insects, and arachnids scurried from the light and hid. Second of all, I'm not a fan of weird little creatures. Third of all, there were so many weapons in there in the most dangerous positions. And fourth of all, I accidenally cut my hand and started bleeding this gold stuff which I was positive mortals don't bleed, so that was one more thing I had to hide.

"So, do you see a weapon you like?" Percy asked after a few moments.

I shrugged my shoulders. All the weapons in here looked like they had been previously used and majorly beaten up. I looked around a bit more. "What about that?" I pointed to a weapon that was only particially being seen.

Percy looked at the sword oddly before responding. "Uh, yeah... Do you want it?"

I pulled it out. From my Athenian knowledge and help from my Hephaestus part of me I deciphered that this was a scythe, made out of adamantine, and I knew that I'd seen this sword somewhere before.

Percy winced awkwardly as I held it. "What?" I demanded.

"It's just that..."

"It's what?" I pressed.

"It's Perseus's sword, it's the Harpe sword."

"So?"

"Well, they say that after he died...ish the sword became cursed."

"So? I don't care about a curse."

"Uh, okay then, that seems like a good sword."

I rolled my eyes. "Hmm, now the armor..." I muttered to myself.

The first few breastplates I tried on were either too small, too big, or too heavy. But I finally found a perfect one.

"Do you want to go train now?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "sure."

I knew that since I had already trained with Ares that Percy should be easy, so I decided maybe I should cut down on how hard I should fight him. Or perhaps I should just whip his butt and act like I've never sword fought before. That would be funny, since Percy was the best sword fighter and a (even though the proud gods wouldn't admit it) hero of Olympus.

I clutched the sword by my side. I looked at Percy, he seemed relaxed, too relaxed. Did he seriously think he could just whip my butt with a swing of his sword. Tartarus no. He's going down.

"Go?" He asked me.

"Uh, sure." I said acting like I've never done this before. He uncapped his Riptide and we both got into our stances.

He swung his sword at me. Then it felt like I wasn't even controling what I was doing. It was like I was on autopilot. I parred his attack. The clashing of metal sounded through camp. He advanced towards me. I deflected another attempt to disarm me. Our swords collided once more. He retreated as I advanced. I could tell he was no longer holding back and niether was I. I slashed my sword, our swords were pressing against each other making an X. I twisted my sword around his and jabbed at his armor making him stumble backwards and his sword fly out of his hand at the same time. I ran to grab his sword. I quickly found myself standing over him with both swords against his throat.

I smirked. Point (Y/n).

Percy: zero - (Y/n): one

Percy smiled. I stepped off of him and helped him up. He looked at me skepectally as I gave him his sword back.

"Good game?" I said.

"Yeah... Good game, (Y/n)..." He said.