[i]Capture the Flag...[/i]

	Blue Team: Athena, Apollo, and Hermes 
	Red Team: Ares, Dionysus, Demeter, Aphrodite, Ares, Hephaestus, and Poseidon 

	Clarisse and the others showed Percy no mercy, but he attempted to hold his own. They managed to put a deep aching wound into his arm, blood flowing from his hand onto his sword. The subsequent pain - as well as the fact that they continued to press him - caused Percy to stumble backwards, his feet landing in the shallow creek that formed the boundary between the sides of the woods. Anyone who witnessed it would not have believed their eyes. The wound healed. And Percy Jackson, a kid who hadn't even been there a full summer, managed to beat back Clarisse and the others [i]with ease[/i]. 

	And thanks to Fable's quick and able bow, the group rushing back to the Blue Team lines - led by Luke, who had the flag clutched in his hand - rushed on through with ease. Lorna's eyes lit up as she saw the red team flag come rushing on up, flying in the wind as Luke clutched it in one hand. "Hooray!!!!!" she cheered, abandoning her post and rushing forward. The Blue Team were in the midst of celebrations, cheering and hollering.

	Whereas by the creek, a deadly growl sounded... Out of nowhere, a [i]hellhound[/i] had manifested itself. It rushed at the young unclaimed demigod, intent on maiming Percy Jackson - but as suddenly as it appeared, Chiron's quick bow had skewered it with arrows, reducing it to monster dust. 

	But that was not the most surprising thing to occur. 

	No, that was the fact that young Percy Jackson, standing in the creek again in order to heal, had the glowing symbol of Poseidon above him. 

	The Blue Team's cheers died down, as most of them had made it to the creek by now, staring at Percy with transfixed horror and awe. 

	"Hail, Percy Jackson. Son of Poseidon," Chiron said ominously.