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Training after the most recent battle against Kronos was even more intense than before. Yet the campers quickly adjusted to the training and had a better attitude. Probably due to the fact that their parents were training along with them; they did not want to disappoint them. Especially the Ares kids.

The gods would train with their children, sometimes even help them out if they were struggling. There were a few power struggles, some of the gods were too prideful to allow Percy's hunt to teach them. Percy had to call in Chyros from the Alpha team to put them in their place.

Chyros was the youngest in the hunt and Percy made sure to let them know that he was still learning. Chyros' real name was Ryker and Percy found him trying to enlist in military camp even though he was only fifteen. Chyros was not as experienced as the rest of the hunt but he was still skilled, almost as skilled as Percy was when he had won the Second Titan War, which is a lot for someone who had only been in the hunt for six months.

He beat them in two minutes flat.

Except for Apollo, Hermes and Hades. Since they had been training seriously for the past century after Percy 'died'. It took a little longer for Chyros to defeat them, a little over five and a half minutes. It was those fights that amused Percy the most. During the fight with Apollo, Chyros had gotten close to losing, having fought him before for practice as Apollo would sometimes join the Hunt as they trained. Yet he came out on top at the very last second.

"I almost had you," Apollo lamented once the fight was over. "I was so close!"

"Maybe next time, man," Percy said with a smile.

"This proves nothing," Ares said, probably referring to the fights, "how do we know he is not actually the best hunter in your group?"

"Excuse me?" Chyros said, obviously taking deep offense. Though Percy didn't know why, he assumed he would feel at least a little flattered to be suspected to be the best in the hunt.

"As much as I hate to admit it, Ares is right," Athena agreed, "We do not know this boy, we have no idea of his experience."

"I'll have you know-" Chyros started angrily but Percy stopped him.

"Chyros," he said, his voice cracking like a whip, "Why don't we show them?"

Chyros grinned evilly, his mouth coming up to a half smirk, making even Ares shiver nervously. "Great idea, sir," he chuckled.

"Dude, why are you laughing?" Apollo asked, staring at the kid with a frown on his face. "He is going to pummel you."

"I know," Chyros said, "but it's cool when he does it."

Percy rolled his eyes and got his trusty sword, Riptide, out. The gods stared, wide eyed at the sword, it had gotten more powerful since the last time they had seen it; power rolled off of it in crashing waves.

Percy saw Clarisse, the campers and the rest of his hunt eagerly come to watch and he smirked. The only ones who have seen him fight since he gained his new status as a god was Apollo and his hunt. As well as some of the girls in Artemis's hunt, but they did not know it was him. Artemis has certainly heard the stories and should probably have an idea of how he fights but she still has not seen it before.

Percy and Chyros stared at each other, almost as still as statues. Chyros' heartbeat accelerated in anticipation of the fight. He knew Percy would not cheat by using his domains over demigods to see his next move; Percy was more honorable than that. He stood tensely for the next minute, waiting and analyzing. Then he remembered that Percy never made the first move. He could not, demigods must be the ones to start. Sometimes he forgot Percy was a god.

Percy stood almost lazily, he did not need to use his powers to know how this fight was going to end up. He's fought every single one of the members of his Hunt and he know every one of their moves.

Suddenly Chyros lunged forward, making some of the gods jump in surprise, having not expected it. His spear aimed at Percy's chest and his shield in his other hand.

Percy swiftly sidestepped and slashed his sword down, cutting the spear at the head. Chyros stumbled forward and almost fell flat on his face but caught himself on the remains of his spear. Unfortunately, Chyros could not do anymore because there was a sword point at his back; the fight being over before he could even turn around.

There was a stunned silence before Ares sputtered, "W-well, how do we know you didn't use your powers? You are a god of demigods after all."

Percy smiled to himself at Ares' flustered expression. To the others, it must have looked sinister because they took a step back. "Would you like to have a go?" he inquired smoothly, motioning to the empty space in the arena where Chyros was. "My powers do not work on gods."

Ares strutted over to the arena once again. "You're going down, punk," he laughed haughtily.

"Need I remind you that you are fighting the only other demigod who fought you at twelve with out training and won?" Percy asked, racing an eyebrow casually.

Ares growled and lunged forward, his spear and shield out much like Chyros had, but sloppier.

Percy did the same thing as before, only Ares was ready for the sword point in the back so he stayed balanced, not falling over. Since his spear was broken, Ares brought out dual swords, dropping his shield and the stick that used to be his spear. He probably thought he would have more of a chance with one more sword than Percy had. Percy snorted at the thought. Idiot.

The next move Percy did was too fast for any ordinary demigod or even one of the gods to follow. Before he knew it, Ares was disarmed and standing with one of his swords held behind his neck by Percy and the other in front of his neck.

"Anyone else?" Percy asked, scanning the crowd surrounding them. The campers were quick to disperse after that and the other gods avoided his eyes, which were glowering with suppressed anger. Only the rest of the Seven, his hunt and Leif stayed behind.

"Hades, Percy, when did you get so good?" Clarisse asked, walking up to him.

Percy shrugged, his wings suddenly appearing. "I've been training non-stop for the last century," he explained. He opened his wings and prepared to take off. Before he did, he turned to Chyros. "Ryker," he said simply.

Chyros sighed. "Do I have to?" he asked.

Percy nodded. "And tell me his reaction when you are done, I need to check on the border."

Once Percy left, everyone turned to Chyros.

"What was that?" Athena demanded.

Chyros sighed again. "He wanted me to tell you that Ares just got beat by his own son," he said smugly, pulling down his hood. Chyros' black, buzz cut hair shinning in the sun with his sweat.

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Later, at their new base, Ryker, Percy and the rest of the elite team all were holding a meeting.

"What was that, Percy?" Ryker started. "Why did you tell me to show them who I was?"

Percy did not answer right away, thinking on his words carefully. "I had a feeling," he said finally, staring at his hands which were in his lap, "that we should start revealing ourselves. Everyone on the elite team that is."

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"What?" Luke asked, stunned, "Why?"

They were all sitting in the living room, lounging around but when Percy announced his feeling and decision, everyone perked up. The Stolls were with their team in Camp Jupiter and they did not see any reason to hide in their hoods while they were in their base.

Percy shrugged. "How do you expect me to know?" he asked, "My instincts never tell me anything."

"Fair point," Leo said from the back of the room.

"Percy," Luke said started quietly, "What about me?"

Percy stared at him in confusion. "What about you?"

Luke have him an exasperated sigh. "Percy, I was a traitor when I was alive, surely stories of my betrayal was passed on through the generations, especially with Annabeth and all the older campers in charge."

Percy rolled his eyes. "Come on," he said, leading the way out of the base via Dove's tent, "all of you." The others followed, lifting their hoods up as they went.

Once out of the base, Percy took off into the air, flying low so the others could follow. Phoenix and the others followed Percy into the forest, moving swiftly through the trees and jumping over fallen trees.

"Where do you think he is taking us?" Shooter panted as he did his best to keep up with Phoenix. 

"I don't know," Phoenix said.

Shooter looked at the others to see if they had any idea. Dove shrugged as did Shizzle and Chyros. Shade, Shooter noticed, stayed silent.

"Shade?" Shooter questioned. They still hadn't slowed.

"If it is what I think it is," Shade started, a slight smile playing at his lips, "I'll leave it to him to explain."

"Good idea, Shade," Percy called back from the front.

"How do you know?" Shizzle asked.

Shaded did not get a chance to answer because they suddenly stopped.

Percy looked back at his team. This place we call the Hero's Grove, he mentally told them.

They were right outside a wooden gate, its white paint faded. Large hedge bushes surrounded it and the entrance looked like the beginning of a large maze, its green hallway reaching for into the grove, an exit on the far side. The dirt path looked old and worn, leaves strewn about it as if no one had been here in a long time.

A memorial of sorts, Percy continued mentally. He always felt the need to be silent every time he came here; his respect for the heros in this grove was high. For those who died heros.

Without another word, Percy made his wings disappear and opened the creaking gate. He stepped to the side, holding the gate open until Shade, the last hunter got through.

"Percy," Shade whispered, "Do you think this will work?"

Percy looked to Phoenix, who had led the others in walking to the end of the 'hallway'. "I hope so," he whispered back.

Phoenix had always regretted his traitorous acts in the Second Titan War. It was something he has been beating himself up for ever since he died. Percy, Apollo, Hades and Shade tried to convince him that everyone, even the gods had forgiven him. They did not know what to do; he was beating himself up almost as much as Percy had been and that is saying something.

As they entered the clearing of the grove, Percy went to go stand where everyone could see him. Guys, this place has been here since the end of the Second Titan War, he started, looking into Phoenix's eyes. The demigods here were recognized and given a hero's burial. Each and everyone of them made a difference in my life and the world's. With out them, we would not be here today.

With that, Percy walked off, leaving them to wonder the grove on their own.

-

Phoenix wondered the grove, looking at all the white marble statues scattered around the grove. A rocky path went from statue to statue. The first statue Phoenix came up to was one of Beckendorf, his sword in his hand and a Greek fire bomb in the other. His name written on a golden plate at the base of the statue.

Moving on, Phoenix saw Silena, a replica of Clarisse's helmet at her hip and a determined look on her face. The daughter of Aphrodite had her hair slightly windswept, as if she had just taken off the helmet at her hip and still looked good, as only a daughter of the goddess of beauty could. She too had a golden name plate at the base of her statue.

The next one had Phoenix staring, open mouthed up at the scarred face of Luke Castellan.

The words of Percy rung through his mind; Each and everyone of them made a difference in my life and the world's.

The statue of Luke Castellan held Annabeth's knife in his sword hand and a broken scythe in his other hand.

-

Now finished with his effort to convince Luke he was forgiven, which happened to work better than all the other times he tried-he wondered why he didn't try that sooner-Percy led the way out of the grove.

Once they were out, they stopped short when they saw Annabeth, Leif and the rest of the seven all standing with their arms crossed in the middle of the path back to camp.

"What do you think you are doing here?" Annabeth demanded.

"I was showing my elite and Chyros true heros," Percy explained smoothly. "A small field trip if you will."

What ever Annabeth was going to say next was cut off by the sound of a horn sounding off in the distance.

"What was that?" Dove asked. He must have realized that this was not the attack horn.

"Hunters," Percy said with a mischievous look in his eyes. "I guess we will be telling everyone," he said.