Author's Note: Hi, I've returned to present you a new story. This story takes place three years after Aces High and can be seen as a stand-alone sequel to that story. I will try to keep the references to the story to a minimum, but if you feel like it you can always check it out. Besides Sam this story will feature the original characters in a more prominent role. I appreciate any constructive feedback on their portrayal as I am better at writing my OC's.

This story will be seperated into several story arcs. The first arc will deal with the introduction of the main plot and characters and set the foundation for the rest of the story. Each arc will be around four to five chapters and 10K words long.

Chapter 1: Fourth Horseman

Sam stuffed his fresh orange camp shirts in his duffel bag. He had laid out all of his things on his bed to make it easier to remember what he still had to bring along. Because his adoptive parents worked during the day, he would only be able to get a lift later on the day which meant he might miss dinner at camp. Sam picked up two journals and placed them in the bag. At that moment Sarah Parker walked in the room and grinned.

'Aren't you forgetting something?' asked the eleven-year old legacy with a sly smile as she held up a plastic bag filled with lotion bottles and gel pads.

'For crying out loud, Sarah, I've been looking everywhere for those,' he said as he snatched them from her fingers.

She laughed as she took a seat on Sam's bed. She helped him to get the final items (among others a reinforced cloak) in his bag before closing it.

The two siblings walked back downstairs and watched a show while Sarah pulled out a sketchpad and a black pencil.

'Are you excited for Camp Jupiter next year?'

Sarah shrugged. 'I don't know, mom and dad tell me that it isn't all that bad, but I liked Camp Half Blood when we visited three years ago.' She stared at him as she continued to sketch.

'It can't be that bad. You've got mom and dad to write you those letters, you're the sister to a living legend, so nobody will bother you.'

'That's the problem Sam,' she replied. 'You're Sam, the killer of Pandora and saviour of Spes, your reputation is bound to be influential and I don't like it.'

'You could always renounce me as your brother, the stupid Greek kid who gets into far too much trouble,' he replied with a grin.

Sarah rolled her eyes and threw the sharp pencil at his head. Sam managed to avoid it, but stared at her with a shocked expression.

'You crazy? That could've cost me an eye.'

'It would be an improvement, especially if it took out the left one, because then you'd be all right.' She gave him a thumbs up as she laughed.

'That's not funny,' Sam replied as he hit her on the head with a pillow. Sarah laughed even harder. She jumped onto Sam as he tried to fend her off. They only got interrupted by Anne-Marie Parker who walked into the living room holding a brown envelope bearing the logo of his school.

'You're so screwed,' said Sarah as their mother opened it.

'Seems like your grades went up a bit, but nothing spectacular,' said Anne-Marie. 'A B+ in art class, while you've never really had such grades in the past.' The daughter of Apollo stared at the siblings who were sitting opposite of each other at the dining table. 'I take it Sarah helped?'

Sam nodded. 'Although only after I showed her the initial work.'

'Hmm,' interjected Anne-Marie. 'C+ in science and C- in English, D's in the others. Lou's help?'

'And Charlotte's, she's really good with English.' Sam stared at the table as his foster mom dropped the report card.

'I will have to mention it to Suzan when we get to camp.'

Sam only sighed.

'And you miss,' she said as she turned to her daughter. 'Shouldn't smile. Your report card came in yesterday and it isn't all that great either, an F in History? You know you can always ask us if you need help?'

'But it's history! It's boring, I want to learn about the Romans not about the pioneers. I did get good grades in social studies.'

'Yes you did, but that F is inexcusable. No dessert for a week and we'll be doing some studying over the summer before you head to summer school in august.'

'That's unfair,' cried Sarah as she stormed out of the room.

Anne-Marie sighed. 'There are days where I can't wait for Lupa to send the message. You dad agrees, but he's more hesitant. Can't blame him, we moved out here because we wanted Sarah to grow up away from New Rome, but as a legacy she has to go.'

'I know that. Why don't you bring her to camp this summer, she can crash at our cabin, learn some archery with Apollo's kids and play with kids her age?'

'I might hold you to that.' She grabbed Sam's hand. 'How about you grab a snack and we get you ready for camp?'

Sam smiled.

At around seven pm Sam walked across the border on Half Blood Hill sensing the magic when touching the barrier. He repositioned his bag on his shoulder and waved at Peleus the dragon who stared at him from the pine tree. The dragon let out a puff of smoke in response.

He strolled towards the dining pavilion as he hoped to avoid Suzan for another moments before facing her as he had heard Anne give her the good news before they left. Sam walked down the path towards the building that still had light in it with laughs coming from it. He spotted the Athena campers sitting at one of the largest tables. It had been three years since he had walked into Camp Half Blood and since then he had seen more children coming in. Athena had sent six more children to camp with Ares having fathered seven children. Even Tyche had a couple of sons walking around on camp grounds, something he had felt in his wallet as he was no longer unbeatable at card games. More children also meant that the total numbers of summer campers had steadily risen to a respectable 300 across a multitude of cabins.

Sam waved and nodded at several campers before strolling over to the table at which sat his half-siblings. He dropped his duffel bag and stared at the four mages sitting at the table. Mia was the first to rise and give him a hug.

'You made it, we thought you wouldn't show up today,' she said as she released him from her grip.

'There was a bit of chaos before leaving, and I spotted a dracaena while driving here, so I already have a score of 1 on the monster kill list for this summer,' he replied with a grin. 'New haircut?'

Mia smiled as she flung her shoulder length black hair back as her blue eyes shined. 'Yes, it's a bit more practical than long hair or a braid, but these two won't listen to my advice,' said the water mage pointing at her sisters who shrugged.

'Have you eaten?' asked Suzan staring at several papers before her. 'I think Root might still be able to get you something.'

'Yeah, but I'm still hungry.'

Suzan looked up and frowned as Sam took a seat. 'Yeah, you're always hungry.'

'True. Say, how was graduation?' Sam stared at a smiling Ronan who shook his head.

'Fine, I now have an official degree in psychology. Took me five years to get it. Transferring credits from a concealed university in a Roman camp to a real world university isn't that easy. But we're not going to discuss my educational successes,' she finished with a sly smile.

Sam sighed and took out a deck of cards to play with. It had become a habit after he had come back from the Underworld after saying goodbye to his father.

'Can I get you anything?' asked Root as she appeared at the table.

'Cheese and bread will do. Any olives left?'

'This is a Greek camp,' was the reply from the naiad whilst rolling her eyes.

'So, a fraudulent obtained B+ in art class, and D's in math, History and woodworking and C's in English and Science and P.E . So, you haven't officially failed any classes but we had an agreement: at least a C in math.'

Sam wanted to say something but a glare from Suzan and Root bringing him the bread and cheese stopped him. He took a bite off his cheese.

'This means that you lose the bet and you lose the privilege of choosing your extracurricular activities at camp this year. I've taken the liberty to sign you up for arts and crafts, live weapons dummy and archery.'

Sam dropped the food on the plate. 'Please, not archery and live dummy. I'll be a monitor for the little ones this year, anything but archery.'

'I've made my decision, besides Ronan is monitor for the little guys this year because he failed to get at least a D in social studies.'

'What about them?' Sam pointed at Mia and Jade taking another bite.

'They actually did get passing grades. Jade will be graduating next year if she manages to not fail French for which the Aphrodite cabin has offered their help and Mia can graduate if she manages to get a C on almost every subject, which she already did for English.'

'Lucky.'

'Says the mage who has the least dyslexia from all of us, at least you can read plain English. If I hadn't had the Greek translation of my books I would be lost.'

'But still,' moaned Sam.

'Wanna settle this in the ring, see who's the better elemental?'

'Sure, when do you want to go? I can go at it right here, right now.'

The two mages rose and tried staring each other down. This earned them a slap against the back of their heads. Sam turned around and rubbed his scalp.

A girl with short black hair and brown eyes stared at him. Her eyes were angry, storm-like. She wore the traditional camp outfit of the orange shirt and jeans. Cali Mayweather crossed her arms and waited.

'Gee, nice to see you to Caliope.'

She stomped him on the shoulder. 'That's for not writing me during the year and that,' she stomped him again. 'Is for not saying hi when someone says hello, jerk.'

'You know I've been busy and I did write. At Christmas! And the dyslexia makes it hard to write.'

'Liar,' said Jade from the table. Sam gave her a look.

Sam picked up the cards and shuffled them in his hands. He spread them out and held it out for Cali to pick one. She picked one. The three of hearts. Sam reshuffled the deck and tapped it.

'It's the six of clubs.'

'Wrong,' the niece of Poseidon said as she revealed her card.

'It is the six of clubs,' said Ronan.

Cali flipped it and it was indeed the six of clubs with the words "I'm sorry" written across it. She squinted at Sam. 'You get away this time, but I'll be waiting for my time with the dummy. Mom gave me a new shield for my birthday.' She turned around and stalked out of the pavilion. She had kept the card.

Sam sat back down and continued to eat while his siblings tried not to smile. It wasn't every day that you'd see your brother's ex-girlfriend promising to kick his ass.

She walked down the streets. Unfamiliar buildings surrounded her and laughs had her spooked. Her breathing became more ragged as she continued to find her way out of this maze of streets. Her feet hurt as hell, but she was wearing sneakers so that could be the problem.

People turned around a corner and walked towards. They were dressed like Roman legionnaires, but they didn't seem to notice her as they laughingly walked past her clapping each other on the back.

'Annabeth, are you okay?' asked a girl dressed in the armour bearing a wolf.

She turned to the girl and stared at her. The girl seemed familiar. She felt the knife in her pocket. Annabeth, yes that was her name. Annabeth Chase, Architect of Olympus.

'Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit tired. Go and have fun with your friends. I'm going to bed.'

'Alright, goodnight.'

The girl joined her friends and together they disappeared into one of the bars of the city.

Annabeth continued wandering through the city until she found herself on a square with a silent fountain. She walked over and stared at her faint reflection in the calm water. She was wearing a purple T-shirt and she had a blonde ponytail. Her eyes were sea green of colour.

'Chase, what are you doing here?' said a familiar voice.

Another girl dressed in armour walked up to her. But this one was wearing a cloak on top of her armour. At her side stood a silver coloured dog. The young woman was staring at her.

'Are you alright?' the girl asked.

'Yeah, Reyna,' said Annabeth. The words had rolled of her tongue. 'I'm just admiring this fountain.'

'That thing has been broken for years, why would you want to look at that?'

'Because I felt like it,' said Annabeth defensively. Her hand went to her knife. She felt an urge to stick it in that girl. Before she could act, Reyna had grabbed her arm forcing her to release the blade.

'You're not feeling right, are you?'

Suddenly Annabeth collapsed on the stone floor.

The next few days Sam spent adjusting to the camp life. He had visited George at the forges who told him that the Hephaestus cabin was working on something big. The son of the blacksmith had offered to take a look at his axes after a year of non-use. Sam had thanked his friend and had left him hammering on a large piece of metal. Sam was strolling through camp while practicing his sleight of hand with dice.

The camp had continued on the major revisions and construction of major buildings for the New Athens project. This project was one of Annabeth's Chase babies as she was tasked with planning and overseeing the expansions to camp. These included a larger lyceum building which included a library; a marketplace, a residential area for older demigods who wanted to spend their lives living well protected and a hospital.

The last one had been finished last year. It was a small hospital, but had everything it could need. Most of the people working there were children and legacies of Apollo, but Sam knew that Aria and Calypso also worked their when they were at camp. Harley and Will were named medical directors, yet Harley still worked the wards while a child of Athena did the logistics with a daughter of Hermes.

Sam strolled into the hospital and walked over to the desk where a nymph was sitting. She smiled. The nymph wore a blue tunic which had a nametag pinned to it: Pagae.

'Hi Pagae, do you know where I can find Harley or Jess?'

'Jess should be at the trauma centre, Harley is on ward 2. Follow the yellow line for Jess, blue for the wards.' She handed him a badge that said Visitor. Sam nodded and followed the blue line to the wards.

Sam took the elevator to the fourth floor and turned to the right. There he stood before the door of ward two, his ward. Ward 2 was a specialised ward in the hospital for the regulars, a euphemism for campers who had their own beds in the ward. Shouts came from the inside. Sam grinned and walked in. Besides a small office for the on call medics, the ward only had one large room and three single ones. Sam strolled over to the door of the main room and opened it.

The room had four beds in it. Two of them were occupied, whilst a third person sat on his bed with a grin. Standing beside a girls bed, stood Harley, the oldest medic that the camp had. She had grown up without ever knowing who her father was, but she had a knack for medical sciences. She enrolled into medical school and became a general surgeon. It wasn't until after the war with Gaea that she had been contacted by Chiron to become a camp doctor.

'Just give me some nectar and I'll be out of here by the end of the week,' said Cate, the sixteen-year old daughter of Hermes who was known for her elaborate heists and pranks. It was rumoured that the Stollls had trained her.

'No more nectar for you,' said Harley disposing of her latex gloves. 'You'll just lay here until your knee is healed and then Danny will guide you to a full recovery.'

'The Telesphorus-kid? He's barely trained.'

'And yet he is a son of a medicine-god, so he'll be doing his job. End of discussion.'

Cate huffed as Harley looked up and saw Sam standing in the doorway. 'Oh, great the Fourth Horseman is here. You're not injured are you?'

'I've been here for less than a week without being in the vicinity of weapons, so no,' he replied with a smile.

'Tell that to Damien, what was it? Six hours and you ended up here?'

The son of Nemesis shrugged. 'It was a minor cut.' He was playing with several drachma's.

Harley raised her eyebrows and shook her head.

Sam laughed as he turned to the fourth person in the room. The daughter of Aphrodite, Rain, who laid in bed with two broken legs.

'Hey Rain, how you doin'?'

The fifteen year old gave him a thumbs down and grimaced. She closed her eyes. She balled her hands into fists.

'Harley, Rain isn't feeling well,' said Sam.

'Yes, that's what you get for not eating properly and trying to move around.' The medic walked over to the girl and checked her vitals. 'Try and get some sleep, Rain. I'll give you another shot of morphine later if your still in pain.' The medic stroked the brown curls. 'Guys, out.'

Sam and Damien walked out. Sam said goodbye to Damien as he strolled towards the trauma unit. With no patients in sight he found Jess and several of her siblings sitting around a table in the spare room.

'Hey beautiful,' she called out when she spotted him. Quickly rising from her seat, she walked over and pecked him on the cheek.

'Hey Jess,' he replied to the blonde fifteen year old daughter of Apollo, while he wrapped his arms around her.

'Guys, take it elsewhere, some of us are trying to have lunch.'

Jess flipped her brother off and pulled Sam into an empty exam room. Sam closed the door and watched Jess hopping onto the exam table.

'So, where you here to see me, or Ward 2?'

'The ward,' admitted Sam with a grin. 'I wasn't the first patient of the summer. Damien was. But you'll still be able to come and visit me when I do something stupid.'

'Which you'll do eventually,' replied the girl with a laugh.

Sam shrugged. 'Since Suzan signed me up for dummy duty, I'll be here a lot and you know that there are people who love to spar with me.'

Jess' expression turned darker. 'Cali does love to smack you around, as does Eve, although she might use you as a pincushion instead.'

'No worries, they hold back, because they don't want to get turned into a tree.'

Jess' muttered something before walking over to the desk and picking up a clipboard. She turned around smiling. 'Looks like it is time for your annual physical.'

'Isn't that a conflict of interest, doctor?'

'Not if it's in my best interest,' replied the medic as she closed and locked the door.

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