Jordan looked a tad surprised, but he smiled. "Thanks! I guess I should let you know that Jade and Jake know too."

Annabeth smacked her hand into her forehead. "Of course! They were on the quest with you when Jimmy arrived!"

"Does anyone else know?" Percy asked. Jordan put his hand up to his chin in mock thoughtfulness.

"I think the queen of England does, and possibly the whole of North Carolina."

Leo and Percy both laughed and everyone else smiled.

"And that's why I'm a comedy YouTuber! Well, technically I'm a gaming YouTuber, but everyone in the comments says I'm funny, so yeah."

"We should get back to camp now. It's nearly dinnertime," Frank said, looking at his watch. "I don't know about anyone else, but I'm starving!"

They walked back to the dining pavilion, a light breeze making the branches on the trees sway. When they got there however, any peacefulness they had felt vanished. Standing by Chiron was none other than Apollo, who was wearing a grave expression.

"I've tried everything, but I can't get old Whiny to wake up. He's just laying there looking like Zeus told him he has to stay here for another millennia," the god was saying. "I don't think he's going to get better until Jimmy is defeated."

Jordan and his friends all went to their tables. The only seat left at the Apollo table was next to Jake. As soon as Jordan sat down Jake started questioning him in a hushed tone. "What happened? Why did Chiron want you? Why were you in the forest with those guys?"

"I'll tell you later, right now I need to eat," Jordan said, eyeing the barbeque on his plate. He dug in and kept his mouth full throughout the meal to avoid answering Jake's questions. He went straight to bed after dinner. That night he didn't dream about Jimmy. He dreamed about his family.

He was standing in his living room, right in front of the couch. His siblings were all sitting on it, watching Doctor Who. They weren't paying attention to the show, but were having a conversation.

"How do you think Jordan's doing?"Isaac asked.

"I hope he's okay. I mean, do you think any more monsters attacked him?" Bethany fretted.

"What if that couple were actually monsters too and killed him when they took him to that camp place?" Ceirra said in a terrified voice. Jordan wanted to tell them that he was safe, more or less, but he knew they wouldn't be able to hear him. Then he saw it. A shadow lurking outside the window. He passed through the wall and gasped before getting filled with anger. There was a Fovos, watching his siblings and laughing. It was enjoying their fear. Jordan wanted to make it go away, so he went over to shove it. He knew that wouldn't do anything, but he tried. When he did, the monster looked right at him and smirked.

"Come to see your family? They are very afraid for you. Of course, my presence isn't helping," it said to Jordan. Then the dream vanished, replaced by the sight of Jake being way too close to Jordan's face.

"Gah!"

"Sorry! You were muttering something about wanting something to get the crap away and I wanted to hear what you were saying better."

"Please don't do that again. I didn't need to see up your nose, especially not that close."

"Okay. Um, did you tell Counselor Jackson and his friends about Jimmy? Because they just pulled me and Jade aside and said they know your.....uh...you know."

Jordan laughed. "Yeah, I told them. Well, they sort of guessed it. Thanks for not saying the word, by the way. Just say hidden truth."

"No problem. Come on, it's breakfast time."

Breakfast was completely uneventful. However, afterwards as Jordan was trying to get away from Jake pressuring him to climb the climbing wall and headed to the training area, he accidentally bumped into another camper. The boy was just a couple inches shorter than Jordan, but was a lot buffer. He wore tan pants and a chestplate over an army jacket. He had a mace, a mace, in his hands. His eyes were little beady things, almost like a birds but uglier. His hair was shaved so close to his head he was nearly bald. He snarled at Jordan, a few of his teeth missing.

"Watch where you're going. You may be older than me, but I'm a son of Ares. I could kill you in five seconds," he spat.

"You tell him, Mike!" someone said from behind him. Jordan mustered an apologetic smile, despite the fact this guy had basically threatened to kill him.

"Sorry. I should've looked where I was going. Won't happen again," he said. In reality he wanted to tell the guy to back off, but he figured a fight would break out then and really didn't want that.

"No, it won't. Now get out, I'm about to demolish these training dummies," the kid, Mike, growled. He shoved Jordan aside, and the son of Apollo landed on his butt in the dirt. He got up and resisted the urge to shove Mike back. Jordan was about to walk away when Mike saw Jake, who had given up trying to get Jordan to the wall and was practicing with a sword. Mike walked up behind Jake and pulled him back by his shirt collar. "Move it, loser."

Jake frowned. "I thought you were on dish duty after breaking all of Chiron's favorite vinyl records."

"Not anymore. Now scram."

Jake folded his arms. "No."

"Well than, I guess I found my new training dummy," Mike said. He dropped Jake on his butt and swung a fist at him. Jake tried to scramble away, but Mike's fist met with his stomach. Jake shouted in pain, clutching his stomach.

That did it. Jordan planned to just tell Mike off, maybe scare him a little. He stalked up to Mike. "What's wrong with you?!" he yelled.

Mike just grinned. "He was in my way. Had to teach him a lesson."

"You could have just asked him to move! You didn't have to punch him!"

"No, but it was fun. Now unless you want me to punch your lights out, you'll go play with those silly sticks and strings you Apollo brats love so much," Mike said, sneering. Jordan looked him right in the eyes, and for just one second Jordan's eyes were tinted red. The tint made them russet colored, like rust. Mike backed up slightly. Jordan turned and helped Jake up.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, but I think my stomach's bruised."

"Let's go. That jerk isn't worth getting all riled up about. He just wants attention," Jordan said, not bothering to keep his voice low. Mike's face went red with rage. He ran at Jordan, his mace raised above his head.

Clang! Mike was astonished to see his blow blocked by a knife. Jordan looked just as surprised. Mike shook off his shock and swung his mace again, only to have Jordan move out of the way. SInce when can I do this? Jordan thought, confused by his suddenly fast reflexes. He just barely dodged Mike's next swing, the mace ripping Jordan's t-shirt slightly.

"Stay still, punk!"

"I'd rather not die before my twenty-sixth birthday, thanks!"

Mike roared and charged at Jordan. Jordan tried to move to the side, but some idiot, probably one of Mike's buddies, stepped in the way. Jordan ducked as the hit came. Isn't somebody gonna go get Chiron? he thought. He kept on avoiding Mike's blows, but it was getting harder and harder. Finally Mike landed a blow, his mace hitting Jordan right in the chest.

Jordan put his hands to his chest, gasping for air as his vision started to go fuzzy. The blow had knocked the wind right out of him. If he hadn't been so lightheaded, he would have wondered how he wasn't dead. At the moment though, he was to busy trying to get air into his lungs. He didn't dare look at his chest, but he knew that if he didn't get some help soon he'd be saying hello to Nico's dad. He was vaguely aware of Mike laughing in triumph somewhere around him. Jordan managed to stand. The world spun around him and he heard gasps of shock around him. Whether it was because he was still alive or because Mike had just nearly killed him, he didn't know.

"Wha-? How?! That should've killed you!" he shouted. Jordan took a deep breath. He still had the knife in his hands. He shook his head, trying to clear the dizziness away. He looked up at Mike. Had anyone been paying enough attention, they would have been able to see a reddish tint to his eyes. However, everyone was too focused on how he could possibly be conscious, much less alive!

Jordan chuckled, then winced in pain. "I'm...n-not...s-sure, but you're in trouble n-now," he said, only half aware of his words. He grinned weakly, though the grin didn't quite seem like his. It was....scarier. Mike backed up as Jordan started walking to him.

"You can't hurt me. You're barely alive!" Mike exclaimed, trying to sound confident. Though Jordan winced with every step, there was a fierce look of determination in his eyes that made Mike uneasy.

"Than....w-why...are y-you...s-so...afraid?" Jordan asked. He could feel the fear rolling off of Mike. He remembered the same thing happening right before....oh crap. Mike was backing away, along with most of the people behind him. Jordan, against his will, chuckled again. He heard himself say, "What's wrong? A-are you scared of me? L-like you said, I'm just barely h-holding on!"

"Shut up! You don't scare me!"

"I th-think you're lying."

"I AM NOT SCARED OF YOU!"

"ENOUGH!" Chiron shouted, running in. He looked at the crowd. "Why are you all watching this? Get some ambrosia and nectar, now!" he ordered. He turned to Mike. "Mike, this has gone too far. You are banished from Camp Half-Blood. Do not come back, ever," he said.

Someone came running up, a bag of ambrosia squares in their hands. Chiron thanked them and have some ambrosia to Jordan. It helped a little, but not much. Jake stood next to Chiron. "I'll get him to the infirmary," Jake offered. He called another Apollo camper over and together they carried Jordan to the infirmary, his arms resting on their shoulders. As they passed Mike, the son of Ares whispered to Jordan.

"I'm going to get my revenge. I'm warning you."

Jordan felt a smirk spread across his face. "And I'm w-warning you, you're going to fail"