Chapter 15 - Late Christmas Gift

A couple day's passed, Sally and Paul leaving the next day, leaving Percy behind letting him go to camp with the others while he took Annabeth back. They left an hour after they did just to be safe, hopping into the Seat Leon Cupra R, waiting for Annabeth and Percy to climb into the back while he chucked Annabeth's and Percy's bag in the boot.

He decided to drive back to camp, still too drained from the past couple of days, in a world of his own. They arrived two hours later, pulling up outside his cabin, passing Annabeth her pack as she thanked him, rushing to her cabin, throwing it onto her bed before making her way back over to them. They went over their usual day at camp, training and talking with friends at the camp and around in the Arena, letting Annabeth have a break from her teaching.

She sat on the docks with the trio, her laptop and drawing tablet in hand, designing new things and improving some of Daedalus' schematics for her own twist. The conch horn sounded in the distance signalling dinner, stretching from their lack of movement as they wandered over to Dining Hall, sitting down for dinner.

He'd just dozed off when his father appeared to him in his dream, sitting in his throne.

"What can I do for you, Poseidon?" He wondered, looking up at the god. Poseidon sighed, looking down at his son.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, son. But we were both a bit distracted at the time by explaining everything to your mother, and then it escaped my mind until now." He explained. Arc frowned up at his father, baffled on what was happening. "There's been something else that has happened in England, there's no rush right this moment, you've still got another couple of hours until its breakfast where you are." He stated.

"I will meet you there." He smiled. Arc woke from his dream, looking around at the sun rising through the window behind, the light casting shadows around the room as the bunks were in the way. He Mist Travelled to England, in the car park in the middle of his camp staring in awe around at the bustle around him. He met his father on the outskirts of the power station, looking around him and at his stunned son, who's mouth was agape.

"When did this happen?" He wondered, looking around at the camp bustling with life. He observed Demigods running around, training and forging weapons, not many campers but it was enough for the camp to be protected.

"A few days after you stopped attending camp. Campers started appearing, some knowing what was happening; others that didn't. I had to tell them about their new life, a little bit awkward when it came around to telling them who I was. But they quickly settled into their new routine, passing on their knowledge to others that arrived. I think we are now at twenty campers." Poseidon finished. Arc watched campers stop every so often, eyeing him on who he was.

"There's a border up like around Camp Half-Blood now, a permanent barrier that is at the top of all four towers on the power station. Worry not, a repeat of last time will not occur." Poseidon stated, putting his fears to rest. He couldn't deal with another incident like that, he couldn't take it. He surprised his father further by hugging him, something he'd never done with his harsh upbringing.

"Thank you." He grinned, his voice wobbling. They wandered around the camp, hearing the conch horn blow calling for lunch, the outside world completely oblivious to the noise. The camp gathered around the large oval table, all talking and laughing as they sat their friends, the entire camp getting along. He watched as a son and daughter of Demeter handed out the food, everyone standing to offer the food to their godly parent, sitting back into their chair before starting to eat.

The camp grew silent as they looked up to the visiting god, his child stood beside him. He looked around at the head cabin, surprised to see it was still vacant.

"Campers." Poseidon spoke, looking around at them all. "This is the overseer of the camp he's been away in America help with the war and will be fully joining you all here when it is all over. Jamie has been the one here in charge of maintaining order in your absence being the first one here." He explained. Arc stared up at him, hiding his shocked expression in The Mist. He was happy in America. He looked out over the camp, all eyes on him, murmurs from them all.

"Hello everybody. From the look on all of your faces and the questions running through your minds, I am Arcmelos, the Son of Poseidon. This was my camp for the first fourteen years of my life, before the massacre that occurred here last Winter." He sighed, looking out to them all. "I was unable to help at the time, unaware of it all happening around me, only finding out before it was too late. But I have been informed that nothing like that is ever going to happen again." He explained, looking around at them all.

"I will do my best to prepare you all for anything and everything, don't be afraid to ask." He finished, scarcely hearing the voices in his head, calling out to him in wonder. He let them all go back to eating, turning to his father staring up at him in shock. "I can't look after this camp when this is all over, what am I supposed to do? I have to help Percy and the other in America." He whispered, staring up at Poseidon.

"Everything will be fine, I have been looking over the camp in the meantime, watching it flourish using a split. It's something we gods can do but at power consumption. It doesn't hinder us but it isn't ideal." He explained looking down to his son. Arc looked around the camp, watching the campers finish eating before standing, making there way over to their normal routine.

"Jamie." He called, watching the teenager making his way over to them.

"Yes, Arc?" He wondered, standing in front of him.

"I appreciate you looking after the camp in my absence, and was wondering if you could continue doing so when I am not around." He stated, eyeing the teenager older than him, but felt more authoritative than him. He smiled at him, nodding his head.

"Of course, it would be an honour." He smiled. Arc nodded to Jamie, looking around the camp.

"Mind telling me about everyone? Who we have with us." Arc wondered, leaning on the table behind.

"We have two children of Demeter, a son and daughter who are the cooks here. Five Children of Aphrodite, they like to keep to themselves and don't really do much." Arc nodded in understanding, looking around to the group that was clearly them.

"Yes, I know them well. There was a few back in the day that did the same, but there was one, the head co-councillor that brandished a war axe." He grinned, his ring swapping to axe, surprising Jamie. "We need to stop that, at least get them to start off with something like daggers or short swords, something. They need to have some form of practice." He sighed, looking in their direction. Jamie nodded following his gaze as he continued.

"Then there's the three children of Apollo, two sons and one daughter. They train daily in the shooting range and in charge of medical. Five Hephaestus, three daughters, two sons. One lone son of Ares who likes to stick with himself when he trains but is a surprisingly friendly son of Ares to the camp friends with everyone. Then there's me the lone son of Hermes." He grinned. Arc nodded as he looked to where his father stood, nodding and headed into the Thames, disappearing in a flash.

He walked around the camp with Jamie, realising quickly they'd become quite good friends. They walked around, giving tips to the others that needed help, as well as ordering the children of Aphrodite to start training, beginning there training with the son of Hermes and Poseidon. They started them off lightly, going over the basics and showing them how to effectively kill a monster.

"Arcmelos!" He heard Thalia yell in his head, startled at abruptness. He flicked his wrist, excusing himself briefly. He walked over to the trio who stood facing the Power station, baffled on their change of surroundings.

"Sorry. Sorry." He started, stepping over to them. "Poseidon came to me in a dream, telling me to come to England to my camp. I got a bit carried away." He explained, rubbing the back of his head in guilt. They looked around at him and their surroundings, gaping at the new camp they've never visited.

He walked around with them, looking at their expressions as they looked around, Annabeth babbling about the structural changes she'd make to the cabins and power station.

"Can you not try and demolish my camp please?" He teased, laughing lightly at Annabeth as she looked smiled guiltily up at him.

"Who's in charge?" Thalia wondered, stood beside him rather close.

"A son of Hermes is in charge when I'm not here, but I've just been appointed to lead when I'm here." He explained, calling for another camp meeting, blowing the conch horn once more. Shortly after, the twenty people stood around them, Jamie stepping forward in front of them, looking curiously to his co-councillor.

"New recruits?" He wondered staring at the three. Arc grinned shaking his head as he turned, nodding at the others to stand beside him.

"No, these are from the American camp. This is my brother Percy. The daughter of Athena, Annabeth and Thalia Lieutenant for the Hunters and daughter of Zeus." He concluded. Everyone staring at the two girls before them in wonder, looking at the rare sight before them.

"Why are they looking so shocked?" Annabeth whispered beside him. He grinned looking between the two girls shifting uncomfortably at the attention.

"At this camp, and in England there are very rare instances of sons and daughters of Athena with her constant position in America. The same goes for the Hunters of Artemis. She tends to only find American Demigods nowadays and obviously, there aren't any kids from Zeus." He explained, looking around at them all. "Don't be alarmed if you see me disappear, Jamie is still in charge as co-councillor, and I will shortly have to get back to America myself with these." He revealed. He allowed them all to get back to training looking over them all before turning his attention back to his friends once more.

"Let's get you all back to camp." He smiled, looking at them all. They said there goodbye's to Camp Half-blood, Thalia and Percy climbing into the car. He dropped off Percy first, driving into New York chatting while they sat in the traffic coming up for New Years. He made his way to the Empire State Building dropping off Thalia, seeing the Hunter's waiting outside for her.

"Bye Thals. I'll see you soon." He smiled, looking over to her. She nodded, hiding a smile as she stepped out, meeting the Hunters. He sighed as he made way back home, parking up in the garage, the car morphing into the Rallycross car. He stepped out sighing about the events of today, happy about his camp slowly growing but scared of everything. He felt like something was going to happen. That's what usually happens when a lot of good happens in life. The downfall comes quickly after. His meeting with his mum for the first time, his moments with Thalia over Christmas, his camp getting back on its feet.

He feared what was to come.

That's the rewrite of Arcs second story finished. The first chapter of the third rewrite will be out either on Monday at 9 pm as usual. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Reviewing, favouriting and following is a huge help!