Okay so all my tags usually go in my Percy Jackson/Harry Potter crossover but I'm kinda burnt out of ideas and I never post chapters without story (With the exception of End Notes).

So yeah. A tag from @Passionista200. Again.

1. Favorite Horror Movie?
The only horror movie I've ever watched was the Percy Jackson Movie, and that's not my favorite, so... none
2. Favorite Ship?
Pokéshipping and Percabeth easily
3. Worst Fear?
I have claustrophobia. Like bad. But I also recently found out I'm afraid of cats. They're so creepy like what the heck
4. Crush/Boyfriend/Girlfriend?
That's a big N/A
5. Favorite Song?
At the moment I'm just listening to Natewantstobattle's Ask For More on loop
6. Favorite Author?
Rick Riordan and John Flanagan
7. Someone you Hate?
Octavian. Oh, you meant real people? Still Octavian
8. Sexuality?
Straight
9. Favorite Color?
Blue/Red/Green
10. Favorite Animal?
Panda
11. Ever Been in Love?
Nah
12. Ever Kissed Anyone?
Nah
13. Worst Mistake?
...going to sophomore year
14. Three Favorite People?
My mom, my best friend, my dog
15. Last Time you Cried?
Audino

And story time!

Will Treaty's brain was a strange place.

It moved from idea to idea faster than arrows went from a Ranger's quiver and into their targets.

It saved his life on more than one occasion.

It earned him the name Cho Cho, and although he doesn't know exactly where that came from, he gets the slight unnerving feeling that someone compared him to a butterfly.

Still, even Will Treaty couldn't think fast enough to do much more than blink as his best friend put a sword through his neck.

He didn't feel any pain, but that didn't stop him from keeping his eyes screwed shut for fear of what death felt like.

He heard the clatter of a sword dropped to the floor and a small gasp of shock from Horace, which made him open his eyes.

Everything seemed fine. He poked himself in the face a couple times just to make sure he wasn't a ghost. He felt solid. He felt... normal. A little shocked, but normal.

Of course, this could just be how death was.

"Horace?" He croaked out, "Am I dead?"

The fact that Horace turned white as a sheet as if he had just seen a ghost wasn't exactly encouraging. The warrior swallowed thickly, slowly picking up his sword and approaching him.

He took a small jab at Will's torso, the point of the sword phasing through his body and causing no pain.

He took a larger, much more deadly swing, as if slicing the boy down the middle, and an insane laugh bubbled from Horace's lips in a mixture of shock and craziness.

A groan sounded from behind them. It was Clarisse, Horace's half sister.

"Why is it," she growled, "That every time Prissy finds a stray mortal, he has to bring them home?"

She jabbed a finger into his chest, which, in case you're wondering, hurt a lot more than the sword that had just gone through his neck.

"You, me, Prissy, Annie," she told him, "And the rest of your amnesiac friends, back in the Big House."

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Now, Percy wouldn't say he was... too trusting and gullible, per se. Or as Clarisse put it, A faint hearted little wimp with an incessant need to help everything he sees even if they want to kill him.

He thought of himself as nice. He was a nice guy.

So yeah, if he finds a group of kids and one middle aged man, strangely enough, in the middle of the woods confused and without their memories, what was he going to do? Leave them there for Peleus and the Harpies to rip to shreds? What kind of monster do you take him for?

And please don't say Minotaur.

So what if one of the happens to be mortal?

Or two of them?

Or three of the- Okay, so the majority of them were mortal, big whoop!

"Mortals!" Clarisse yelled, "The Blondies I can understand. Even Rachel I can understand. But they don't belong here."

All four present blondes stared at her.

"Not you, Princess," Clarisse said flippantly, making Evanlyn stiffen, "You'd think you'd know when I was talking about you already."

Since Evanlyn clearly wasn't calming down anytime soon, if her wide green eyes were anything to go by, Percy cut in on their behalf.

"Clarisse, I get it," Percy told her, attempting to placate the war demigoddess, "You're trying to protect the camp. But they have amnesia and look like they just walked out of a Renaissance Fair. We can't just let them loose in New York, they'd be killed!"

"That's not what I'm saying, Prissy," she muttered, rolling her eyes, "But there's obviously a way into Camp we're not seeing, and bad things happen when people get amnesia."

"No, they-"

"Sparky Grace," she reminded him, "Amnesia. Hera was kidnapped, three complete noobs go on a quest and we find out about an entirely new camp on the other side of the country."

"That doesn't mean-"

"May Castellan. Twenty three years ago. Failed hostess of the Oracle. Foresaw the Titan War."

"Okay, that doesn't count. That's not amnesia."

"She lost her mind. Memories are in your mind. She was messed up in the head. Counts."

"That still doesn't prove-"

"Then what about you, you Kelp Head?" Clarisse growled, "You went missing for eight months! The Giant War, that absolute moron of an Augur, falling into Tartarus? Does any of the ring a bell to you? Probably not. Because you probably have amnesia again, and everything bad happens to you."

"Fine." He begrudgingly admitted, "Bad things happen. But-"

"No, Percy," Clarisse said, finally softening, "No buts. The Battle of the Labyrinth. The Titan War. The Giant War. We're tired, Percy. The Camp is tired. I'm tired. I like fighting as much as the next kid but come on. We couldn't handle a battle, much less a full blown war. Especially not from the inside."

"What are you saying?"

"Either we find out how they got here," she told him seriously, eyes flashing.

"Or they get out."

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"Would Clarisse really kick us out?" Will fretted later. "I know we're probably encroaching on the hospitality and the last thing I'd ever want to do is endanger you guys, but if Alyss and Horace need to be trained here to survive the mortal world I don't want to leave my friends behind. And I especially don't want to be the reason they die because they were kicked out with us."

"Clarisse is intense," Percy admitted, "But she means well. She's a lot of talk with slightly less bite. So I don't really know. Deep down she sympathizes with you but her first concern has to be the Camp and the children of the gods that we're responsible for protecting."

"We've been in worse situations than a new place, Will," Halt reminded him, "Remember that... uh... you know what? Never mind. Alyss and Horace are both excellent fighters. They could make it anywhere."

"Don't worry guys," Percy smiled, shaking his head, "I won't let her get rid of you. I get the feeling you belong here, even if you are mortal, just as much as Clarisse feels like you're the start of a war."

"I don't want to be the start of a war," Evanlyn complained, "Can't there ever be a day where we can just sit back, kick our feet up, and not have to worry that the world will implode on itself the second we turn around?"

"You and me are gonna be great friends," Percy grinned, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

Before he could even blink there was an arrow notched and pointed at his neck.

"Will!" Evanlyn scolded.

"Hey, Horace isn't here to do it, so as his best friend that's my job."

"He has a girlfriend!"

"Even worse!"

"Put the bow down before I snap it."

"But-"

"Will."

"Gah! Fine."

"You've got to show me how you draw your bow like that," Percy interrupted, now that he felt comfortable using his throat without impaling it. "I can't even get Riptide out that fast and all I need to do is throw off the cap."

"Muscle memory, I guess," Will shrugged, "I've been training for a long time. It just comes naturally to me by now."

"That's so cool!" Percy gushed, "I've been using Riptide for at least five years and my swordsmanship still isn't amazing. Chrysaor and even Luke Castellan were better than me by a long shot."

"I'm going to pretend I know who you're talking about and say okay."

"I couldn't use a bow and arrow to save my life," Percy admitted, laughing, "But I've never been one for long distance fighting anyway, so I guess that's okay."

"What happens when you need to?" Halt asked quietly.

"What?"

"What happens when you have no other choice?"

"Um... water powers?"

"What happens when you need to strike down your opponent with one arrow from two hundred meters or your world comes crashing down upon you?"

"That's what my team is for." Percy told him confidently, "That's why I have my friends to watch my back. Frank Zhang -you don't know him yet but I swear I'll introduce you- is a great archer. He's also a great dragon, so our long range is basically covered."

"I hate to break it to you, but you won't always have a team. Sometimes you have to work alone. Heroes don't always have their friends around to help them."

"That's so dark," Percy whined, "What do you want me to do about it?"

Everyone fell silent as Percy's eyes brightened worryingly. The three newcomers hadn't been around long, but even they could tell when Percy was extra crazy.

"Teach me how to use a bow and arrow!" Percy cheered, "It'll be fun!"

Will's nervous eyes flicked to Annabeth, who was mouthing No! and making frantic gestures for him to run while he still could.

"Um, Percy," Will smiled weakly, "It takes years to become as good as me and Halt. Years that we can't spend. It needs to be ingrained in your mind from when you're young. You can't teach an old dog new tricks, am I right?"

"Nope!" Percy exclaimed gleefully, "This'll be great!"

Will couldn't say no to him. Not with how happy he looked and how much he'd already done for him.

"Alright. Grab a bow, Percy."

Famous last words.

Five minutes later Connor Stoll had been sent to the infirmary, Halt had three arrows caught in his cloak, and Evanlyn was this close to strangling a certain Percy Jackson.

Horace and Alyss had even shown up to watch.

Clarisse and the rest of the campers were smart enough to jump ship the moment they heard a newbie let Percy within twenty feet of the Archery Range.

"How did you hit him?" She yelled in his face, "He was at the top of your climbing wall!"

"Pretty good aim, if I do say so myself. That's a hard shot."

"It's in the opposite direction of your target!"

Will had long since curled into a traumatized ball on the floor, rocking back and forth. How anyone could be so atrocious at anything was beyond him.

"You'd have to be actively trying to be as bad as you are, Percy! That's ridiculous. Ridiculous."

"One more arrow!" Percy begged, "One more chance. Please, Will? Please?"

He faltered. Percy's eyes were shining with a child like hope that was reminiscent of a baby animal. I really need to stop being such a pushover, he sighed in his head as he gestured for Percy to proceed.

"Will, you're the best!"

He closed one eye and pulled the arrow back.

"Keep both eyes open Percy," Will groaned, "You need to see the target.

He turned about forty five degrees to the right, facing away from the target.

"No!" Will exclaimed, "At least face toward it. No deaths today. I can't do this."

He curled back up onto the floor.

"I think you broke him," Horace called, "Will's supposed to be the level headed one."

"No, that's Halt," Alyss mused, "My boyfriend's supposed to be the happy one. Please stop killing him on the inside."

"Trust me, guys," Percy smirked over his shoulder, "I got this."

And he let fly.

Everyone had long since closed their eyes in fear.

Thud!

"Please don't be a body," Evanlyn muttered, peeking out from her fingers, "Please don't be a body, please don't be a body, please don't be a- How?!?"

Bullseye.

"I got it!" Percy whooped, "Oh yeah! Watch out Frankie boy, there's a new archer in town."

"Calm down, Percy, you hit it once," Halt scolded. "We have a saying."

Will immediately began his Halt impression and spoke with his mentor.

"An ordinary archer practices until he gets it right. A Ranger practices until he never gets it wrong."

They both froze, eyes shining as a single word of their memory came back.

"What's a Ranger?" Percy asked.

"I think," Will said slowly.

"I think that's what I am."