Funny story. Tagged... again. Ha. Ha.

Ha.

Anyways, @Seaweed_Wizard has tagged me.

1. Do I like someone?
Nah
2. Do they like me?
I mean does anyone like me
3. Middle Name
Lucas
4. Single or Taken?
Single
5. Last Person I Texted?
I texted myself this tag so it'd be easier to look at. I actually legitimately did and I have proof. Is that sad? I can't tell. Maybe a little
6. Last Song I Listened To?
Natewantstobattle... I wanna say the My Hero Academia Cover of Peace Sign but it might have been To the Ends of the Earth. I feel like this guy gets a lot of free advertising in my tags.
7. Battery Percent?
6% like a loser
8. Girl Best Friend?
******n
9. Guy Best Friend?
***i*
10. Favorite OTP?
Percabeth and Pokéshipping
11. Why I made my account?
I think I was dominating the Percy Jackson section of QuizUp and this guy was advertising his OC story and I was like why the Hel not
...Magnus Chase is so good
12. Current Lock Screen?
Dude

13. Birthday?
August 17

I feel like I just get the same questions over and over again.

Where's the creativity?

Anyways, the moment you've all been waiting for.

14. Ha I'm not funny but I had to. Story?
Yes

"I'm... I'm a Ranger."

"A Park Ranger?"

"I don't think so."

"Army Ranger?"

"Probably not."

"I got it!"

"No, Percy. Whatever it is, no."

"Power Ranger."

"Shut up already!"

"But Will!" Percy whined. "Your memories are coming back! That's great. We've gotta follow up on this lead while we still can!"

"That doesn't mean I'm a... what did you call it?"

"Power Ranger?"

"What is that?"

Percy's mouth dropped open. "You poor uncultured little soul. Your amnesia has to be bad for you to not know what a Power Ranger is. Did you have no childhood?"

Will thought back, only really remembering that he grew up an orphan with Horace and Alyss and was constantly running up trees to avoid bullying.

"Not really. Mostly just classes and... strategic fleeing."

Horace didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. "I taught that class."

"You were a very good teacher, Horace," Will said in straight faced sarcasm, "Honestly-"

He was shoved aside by a scrawny, curly haired boy who looked to be taking his final exams on 'strategic fleeing.'

"Hi Percy!" The boy yelled as he passed, "Bye Percy!"

"Friend of yours?" Halt asked drily, an eyebrow shooting up.

"That's a scared Leo," Percy replied, shrugging, "And when there's a scared Leo, there's an angry Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Calypso, Clarisse, and/or Katie on his tail."

Sure enough, there was a girl in hot pursuit, grass growing furiously in her wake.

"Super powers," Horace gaped in awe, "I'm a demigod, do I get super powers?"

"Nah," Percy shrugged, "Ares isn't a powers kinda guy. He likes to beat things up on his own. Or with a weapon. A big, flashy, unnecessarily painful weapon. Occasionally you get blessed into a battle frenzy, though."

"And Athena?" Alyss asked.

Percy flashed finger guns at her. "You guys get to be smart. Yay."

"Yay," Evanlyn repeated drily, "Come on, guys. Do you really need powers after all we've been through without them?"

"She's right," Will beamed, "Even if we don't remember exactly what we've done, I know we've saved so many lives using our wits and our weapons. Which is what your parents are best at."

Alyss kissed him softly on the cheek. "Thank you, Will."

Evanlyn looked over at her boyfriend expectantly, but was met by the sight of him grabbing one Percy Jackson by the shoulders.

"Horace won't kiss him," Halt remarked, appearing behind her, "Probably."

"You and me," Horace started, staring the younger boy in the face.

"Of course, I am wrong once every decade," Halt shrugged.

"A duel," he continued, rolling his eyes at the Ranger, "The kids in the Ares Cabin all tell me you're great. A natural. I've been here long enough to know that they'd never say it aloud, but everyone considers you the strongest guy in Camp."

"Hold on," Percy tried to stop him, "If you wanna fight the strongest, Annabeth's right over there-"

"You're the one who vouched for us," Horace interrupted, "Us, a ragtag group of amnesiac people you found in the woods. Us, who knew you for about two seconds before sending an arrow into your arm."

"In your defense," Percy cut in, "I was trying to fake decapitate you."

"The point is," Horace told him, "You said something and everyone listened. I want to see why your word carries so much weight. And prove to you that we were worth your trouble."

"You don't need to fight me to do that-"

"Yes," Horace murmured quietly, "Yes, I do. While we're here, we're vulnerable. A new setting, with new people, and new memories. If I'm going to trust the lives of my friends in your hands to protect them the way I can't right now, I need to see what you're made of."

Percy's sea green eyes flashed in admiration. Now he was speaking a language he understood. He smirked. "You want a fight?"

"You've got one."

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"Alright dude," Percy called from across the arena, "Powers or nah?"

"You don't get to hold back," Horace threatened, "Or I will stab you."

"Jeez," Leo whistled from the sidelines, nursing a bruised arm, "This kid's gonna have to get in line behind all the other guys who wanna stab Aquaman."

"Everyone seems to like him well enough," Alyss commented, "Why would they want to stab him?"

"Di Immortales, it's like no one's taken a week out of their daily lives with no sleep or breaks to eat to tell you the full story of Percy Jackson!"

The four of them stared at him blankly.

"Wait, I wasn't serious!" Leo protested, "No one's actually told you why Water Boy's such a hotshot around here?"

"We've only been here a day," Alyss explained, "All we've really had time for is getting claimed and this duel."

"Don't forget putting a sword through my neck," Will pouted, "Or Percy scarring me for life."

At Leo's confused look, Evanlyn shrugged. "We were at the Archery Range."

Leo laughed at that. "Well whose fault is that for letting Percy hold a bow?"

"Learned that lesson."

"Alright then, Will and Company," the son of Hephaestus clapped, "It all started when he was a little Ocean baby, and he strangled-"

"We don't have time for this, Leo," Annabeth stopped him, "The match is starting."

Clang!

The first clash of swords was so loud and powerful it was a surprise neither boy lost hold of his sword. In an instant the blades met again, over and over until they were blurs against each other.

"Wow," Annabeth whistled, "Horace is good. Look at that technique. I'd say it's better than Percy's by a lot."

"But he's not used to fighting without his clunky armor on," Halt added, "His timing's off because his limbs can move faster."

"Still," Annabeth insisted, "He's great. That kind of swordsmanship takes years."

"Yeah, but look at the way Percy moves," Will praised, "He's like a demon. Never stops in one place longer than he has to, dodging and rolling and slicing whenever he can get a hit in."

"Horace has given his life to this," Evanlyn grinned, "If that boy loved me half as much as he loves his sword I'd be content."

"Speaking of, we should get him a proper weapon soon. That one's not balanced well enough for him. The only reason he has that sword is because his steel doesn't stand a chance against Celestial Bronze."

"His sword was a gift, I think," Will mused, "From Horace's father figure. It's special, and made from the strongest material from where we come from."

"Sure," Annabeth shrugged, "It'll be good for when you guys go back home, but here he needs something to defend from immortal enemies, too. Only Celestial Bronze will be able to do that for him."

When Will opened his mouth to defend his friend's sword more, however, Annabeth cut him off. "You're at a Camp full of children of the literal God of the Forge. We'll find something, temporarily at least."

Will nodded, resigned, looking back at the fight just in time to see Percy's sword fly into the dirt.

If he was at all surprised by the advanced level of sword play Horace was displaying, he didn't show it. Instead of diving for his blade, which would leave him open to an attack, he stayed close to the warrior, inside the sword's range, weaving around his movements.

"That's a smart move," Halt commented appraisingly, "Horace isn't able to make use of his long range, what with that sword being around three feet long and his own monkey arms. It's also dangerous, because it makes it a lot easier for Horace to land a hit."

"But with Percy's reflexes," Annabeth finished, "It's really no problem for him at all. Yeah. That's why I use a dagger. Exploiting chinks in the armor and getting in close is a lot easier for me."

"Evanlyn," Will choked, "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"Halt being impressed by Percy?" She gaped back, "No. I think I'm hallucinating."

Annabeth tilted her head at them curiously. "I mean I know people have said Percy's not the most impressive looking guy, but that's a little harsh."

"No," Will clarified, "It's not that. And Percy's actually really good looking - don't take that the wrong way - but it's Halt. He doesn't get impressed by anything."

"Not true," Halt deadpanned. "I'm impressed by a lot of things. The continuously ascending levels of confusion I obtain every time you open your mouth is astounding in itself."

"That's your way of saying you love me."

"See? If that's not the single most confusing thing you've ever said I don't know what is."

Will shook his head, grinning.

"Yeah!" Leo cheered, "Get him, Horace! Knock that Water Boy down a couple pegs!"

Sure enough, the pommel of Horace's sword slammed into the boy's head. But that didn't stop Percy. He used the momentum to roll to the side, away from him. Then he lay in the dirt, unmoving.

Horace didn't even slow at the sight of the seemingly unconscious boy. He advanced with his sword, swinging downward to secure his win.

Just when he thought he had it, Percy's voice floated up to him, soft, but with an unmistakable smirk.

"You took too long."

Riptide was back in his hand in a second, and Percy was on his feet, pressing his advantage against the shocked older boy.

It took all Horace had not to lose a finger in the assault, let alone turn the tides. Finally, though, Percy let up.

He smiled tiredly. "I'm kinda bored of all this sword fighting. How 'bout you?"

Horace's lips were drawn into a tight line, and as he raised his sword to resume the duel, he was flooded. Water crashed down on him from every direction, ripping his blade out of his hand and throwing him around.

Just like that it was over.

Horace lay on his back, coughing up water, as his friends stared on in awe.

"Ugh," Leo groaned, "I thought your boy stood a chance. It's okay, though. We already knew Percy was overpowered."

"Alright, guys," Percy grinned, "Who's next?"

No one said anything, watching Horace, who was still sputtering. Percy laughed. "Come here, dude."

He then proceeded to dry Horace off with a touch, pulling him to his feet. "Get up, Champ. You're fine."

"I can't believe I called you a wimp."

"Wait... What?"

"Nothing."

"Seriously, dude. What?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Fine. Be like that."

"So what Percy was telling us," Will recalled, "Is that Annabeth can beat him?"

They all turned to the girl, who just laughed. "I know all of his moves. It's different. So yeah. I can beat him in a duel. But at the end of the day, we've always been better together than we ever were against each other."

"So Horace," Annabeth called to him, changing the subject. "How would you like to find a better weapon?"

"Sounds good to me. This one's great and all, but it doesn't really feel like a blade meant for me. It doesn't feel like an extension of my body. It'll be nice to find one that works for me."

_______________

They didn't.

At all.

They tried the Athena Cabin, which had a fine selection of weapons, and could find nothing that Horace didn't consider too light.

They also tried the Ares Cabin, but most of their weapons were to big and flashy for him.

Horace was very picky.

Their last stop was the Hephaestus Cabin.

"Finally!" Leo cheered, "Dude, we're not going anywhere after this. If you don't like any of the swords, I'll make you one because I swear to all the gods, kid, that would be faster."

"I'm sorry!" Horace squeaked indignantly, "But if I'm going to choose sword I want it to be the one, you know?"

"Are we still talking about swords? Or did we move on to girls without me knowing."

"Nah," Horace said, looking back at Evanlyn in adoration, "I've already found the one in that department."

She smiled up at him shyly, unable to stop the smile that spread across her face.

Horace looked around in their weapon selection.

"I don't like any of them."

"I hate you."

"Wait," Horace stopped, picking up a sword on one of the work tables. "Can I try this one?"

It was a four foot long blade, bronze-gray as if made from two materials. Percy blanched at the sight of it.

"Leo," Annabeth growled, "What is that sword doing here?"

"I don't know!" He cried, cowering away from her glare, "Jake or Nyssa or someone must've been working on it. Don't hurt me!"

"Is there something wrong with the sword?" Alyss asked them. "Seems normal enough to me."

"That was Luke Castellan's sword." Percy whispered. "Backbiter."

"Luke," Will mused, "He's the guy you said was better than you with a blade."

"He was. The best swordsman in three hundred years," Annabeth murmured, eyes glassy, "Head Counselor if the Hermes Cabin. He was like my big brother. I'd known him since I was seven. Host of the Titan Lord Kronos."

The continued use of the past tense suddenly struck the group, and they all quieted down.

Horace set the sword back onto the table, stepping away. "I'll find something else. It's okay."

"No," Annabeth shook her head, "I think Luke would've liked you. He would have wanted someone like you to have his sword, who works just as hard as he did, who fights for the things he believes in. It's just- If we're going to let you test it out, you need to know its story."

Horace nodded, waiting for her to go on.

"Luke had a hard life. Even by demigod standards. He's the son of Hermes, the god of messengers, among other things. His mom tried to host the Oracle of Delphi, and eventually it broke her. He ran away from home."

"May Castellan," Alyss remembered, "The one Clarisse was talking about."

"Yeah. Luke was tired of his life. He was angry because the gods put us on this earth and then abandoned us. Most demigods died before even reaching the end of their teenage years. The gods did nothing. And Luke couldn't stand that.

"Eventually he turned against the gods and sided with the enemy. He fought against the Camp to make sure no one would ever be neglected again. He went about it the wrong way, but I can't really blame him. Some of the gods are so stuck up in their own greed, selfishness, and cowardice that the only way to create change is to smack them in the face with it.

"Backbiter was his weapon. It's made of Celestial Bronze and Tempered Steel, So it can hurt monsters and mortals. That made it dangerous. When we were about fifteen it was remodeled into Kronos's Scythe, and used against us in the Titan War the following summer.

"After Luke-" She faltered, choking up a little, "After Luke gave his life to stop Kronos and the fall of the gods, we recovered it and reverted back into its original sword form, leaving it in the Big House's attic among the other Hero's Trophies. I don't know what it's doing here. But yeah. That's it."

"Luke was a hero," Percy told them firmly, his expression daring them to argue, "He wanted what was best. He's the reason I was able to demand of the gods to treat their children better. He's the reason we still get to live in this Camp. He's the reason I am who I am today."

"It's like it's calling to me," Horace said, wrapping his fingers around it's hilt, "The balance is incredible, and it's something I can use here and wherever home is. I'd like to honor his memory by continuing to send this blade into battle, if you'll let me."

Annabeth smiled reassuringly at him, gesturing for him to take it. He took a couple of test swings, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. "Yeah. This'll do nicely."

"Just... be careful," Percy cautioned, "That's the weapon of the Titan Lord. It can really do damage if you don't know what you're dealing with."

There was a beat of silence before Leo beamed at the group.

"Anyone else need a weapon while we're here? An upgrade? Hate to break it to you, chica, but that slingshot looks ancient."

"No," Evanlyn said quickly, her hands flying to her sling protectively, "I'm good."

"What about the archers?" He asked, turning to them, "Need me to make you any arrows?"

"Rangers make their own arrows," Halt told him, "So that the weight and the way it flies are always the same and don't alter our accuracy."

"But that quiver's so small," Leo complained, "It's practically begging for an upgrade."

"It's said that Rangers carry the lives of twenty four men in their quiver." Will said quietly.

"Kid," Leo grinned, slinging his arm around the older boy's shoulders, "Stick with Uncle Leo, and you'll have a lot more than twenty four arrows in that quiver."

"Hold on," the son of Hephaestus paused, "That's the second time you've used that word. What's a Ranger?"

"I don't really have a definition for it," Will sighed, "I've got amnesia. But I think it's what I am."

"And before you ask," Annabeth warned, "No, they're not Power Rangers."

"Why would I ask that?"

"Percy did. It's exactly the kind of thing the both of you would do."

"Percy, seriously," Leo scolded, "How you can be so immature and insensitive at a time like this is beyond me."

Annabeth heaved a sigh of relief, opening her mouth to express her gratitude before remembering exactly who they were talking to.

"Leo, don't you dare-"

"So, give it to me straight, dude," Leo coaxed.

"Are you a Pokémon Ranger?"

"No!"