all rights go to the original author of the series for Percy Jackson and the Heroes of Olympus, I am only writing these for fun! This is a rewrite of my older story, you're welcome to look read my other stories but be warned, they are hot garbage. But etiher way I hope you enjoy and review the story.

Chapter one - A Great Day Turns A Terrible Day

A few Months later.

It was June sixteenth, Arc was sat in the garage of the Ferrari GT2 Class becoming one of the youngest to compete in Le Mans; waiting for his stint in the pouring rain at two in the morning. He was excited. His first taste of a proper Motorsport in years, and he hadn't lost his touch. He was hoping that the downpour would be in his favour what with it being water and the son of Poseidon.

He stood, watching the car come down the pit lane on the monitor, stepping out of the garage watching the car pull in, a new front bumper and wet tyres being placed on, fuel being pumped in. As he swapped roles with his team mate, a pat on the shoulder from both of them as he helped Arc get strapped in. He stopped the tyres from kicking into a wheelspin exiting his box, and coming back out onto track, just ahead of the car in third. He struggled for grip for a time, getting the tyres to a sensible temperature so it could stick to the slippery surface, finally getting into a rhythm, with a little help from his powers on the wet slick surface.

After many hours, and two more stints, Arc crossed the line, winning his class fists flying in the air as he slowed down to a conserving pace, making his way back to the pits to meet his team, emotions high and bear hugs sent his way from everyone. He stood on the top step of the podium, along with his two team mates and the other two teams, the two Ferrari's a front row lock out. He finished his usual procedurely interviews; thankful to be back and able to do something in Motorsport and getting this opportunity, he made his way back to the hotel room he was staying in, his car hidden from sight as to not raise suspicion on a fifteen year old driving around in a car.

He placed the trophy in an empty overnight dufflebag, shattered from the twenty four hour long event. He was nodding off when he heard a plea for help from one of his new found friends Annabeth. His eyes shot open, shooting up out of bed and getting ready, stuffing his clothes, race suit and helmet in their respective bags, slinging them over his shoulders doing a quick sweep of the room to make sure he didn't leave anything behind, before running down to his car. He quickly checked out of the Hotel, slinging everything in his boot and was thankful he couldn't be seen, pressing the logo on the boot and picking the keys up before he Mist Travelled to Half Blood Hill, thinking the camp was once again under attack from Kronos and his goons.

Ever since the incident back at his camp, he had been visiting both secretly, ensuring that everything was safe, and to check up on his Camp to see if anything turned up to destroy his home or anyone stumbling in that needed help in their newly discovered life, rife with monster attacks.

The odd occasional monster did appear, lesser ones that were looking for fresh Demigods meat, instead tasting celestial bronze of the spear and battle axe; trying to get to grips with the weapons to find the optimal way of using them. He looked at his watch, it reading Nine thirty in the morning and sprinted up the hill; passed the dragon sleeping peacefully guarding the Fleece. He came face to face with the Apollo Cabin, aiming their bows at him arrows notched.

It was understandable. Whatever had happened wasn't good if the entire camp was on high alert, Ares cabin patrolling the forest with Apollo campers; with a strange person sprinting into camp startling everyone. Thankfully Chiron trotted over seeing the commotion from the clearing below.

"Lower your weapons, it's Arc!" Relief passed their faces thankful not to fight someone in a real matter of life and death. Arc glanced at the campers realising their worry, due to the fact that a lot of them he'd never seen before, probably because he was last here Winter time, a lot of them being Summer campers meant they didn't know him.

"Chiron? What's happening? Where's Annabeth, I heard her talking to me in my head, wanting help." Chirons face went slack a dark look passing over his features.

"Arc, come with me. We need to talk."He didn't like how he said that, fear creeping into him clouding his mind and fearing the worst for his new found friends.

Arc followed the Centaur to the big house, and leaned against the railings head in hand as he watched campers running around in a hurried manner trying to catch up with their fellow campers. Some looked tired, exhausted swapping with campers and telling them to get rest while they swapped shifts, listening to Chiron explain the events transpiring.

"I can't believe the Labyrinth is open. How was it discovered under Zues' fist?" He wondered, staring around at the mass of campers running around on patrol, some staring at him, waving as they went, from people that he knew and looks of intrigue from others that he didn't know.

"Percy and Annabeth accidentally stumbled across it during a Sword Practice event held by our new instructor." Chiron explained, Arc's eyebrow rising in question at this new instructor.

"But where are they? Annabeth called for me wanting help, I thought they were here." Arc explained. Chiron shook his head face paling.

"No, she's leading Percy, Grover and Tyson on a quest." That name was foreign to him, he'd never met anyone called Tyson.

"Quick question, who's Tyson?" Arc wondered, turning to look at Chiron. He looked tentative on the subject, answering carefully.

"Hes your brother, he is... A cyclops, a good one though."

His eyes widened in surprise, he knew he was a good one. The cyclops, Winter just passed were corrupted by Kronos, trying to destroy as many Half bloods he could in retaliation to the war that was building.

"Oh. So why does Annabeth want my help then? I came here thinking the camp was under attack again like last summer." Chiron didnt have an explanation. He looked worried for Annabeth. All of them. They were all like children to Chiron, Annabeth especially.

Arc excused himself, explaining he was tired and wandered to his cabin, ignoring the hushed whispers from campers around him that didn't know who he was, watching him enter a cabin they didn't realise he belonged too. He quickly showered, coming out of the bathroom drying his hair before he crashed instantly on the bed, sleep deprivation taking over sending him into a deep sleep. Unfortunately not a peaceful one, being a demigod always creates problems with sleeping peacefully, as he watched his friends running around the Labyrinth in his dream vision.