12 Mark's Acting the Part(Edited)

Mark instantly felt Ddraig begin to use the aura that radiated from the vial. It entered Mark's body which caused him to start heating up. Mark felt his Dragon Heart begin to start racing and his blood began to burn. His very cells began to absorb the energy to purify his bloodline.

He even felt like his very marrow was getting purified. Everyone watched as Mark turned bright red and he even began to release smoke which caused Annabeth to panic.

"I'LL GET A BUCKET!"

She ran off to throw some water on Mark, but he closed his eyes. He felt his impure dragon bloodline that was forming begin to take shape. Mark's eyes began to glow a bright green, shining through his sunglasses.

Dionysus noticed how the cards in Mark's hands turned to ashes.

"Guess you instantly lose. Discuss the rest with Percy boy here or don't. I don't care which, I am going to take a nap so don't wake me."

Once he was gone, it was just Mark, Grover, Chiron, and Percy, but Annabeth would be back soon. Before that happened, Mark's skin returned to normal and he stopped billowing smoke.

[How was that?]

Ddraig spoke up with a bit of a smug tone.

"The hell was that?"

[That was just the aura that leaks from the vial. It is honestly nothing compared to the power contained within the blood itself. Check your body.]

Mark closed his eyes and focused on his body. When he saw the result of just that first infusion he could not believe it.

'My Dragon Heart got way stronger and my bloodline began to mature nearly 100 times as fast. I even feel way stronger than before.'

[This is just a fragment of my power. The Boosted Gear is a limiter to my power so if you ever want to surpass me, you will need to make use of my abilities without the crutch of the Boosted Gear. Once you become a Heavenly Dragon, you will have my abilities and you will need to make your own, equal to the Boost and Divide. Ready for that?]

'Yes.'

Mark turned to Chiron, Percy, and Grover.

"Sorry about that, but let's talk. Percy knows that the Greek gods are not singular and he also knows a bit about his situation. He is being accused of stealing Zeus' lightning which he didn't do. But, Poseidon isn't doing any better at de-escalating."

Just then Annabeth came back and she instantly tossed the water at Mark. He waved his hand and caused the water Annabeth tossed on him to float.

"Thank you for trying to help, but I am good."

Annabeth looked at the water floating before nodding.

"No problem, how did you do that anyways? I thought you were an Ares kid."

Mark thought about it before shrugging.

"I was joking. As for this, it is just magic. Demigods have powerful bodies and bloodlines, but rarely do they ever use magic. I can see you do not teach any of them here to sense mana. Why?"

Chiron sighed.

"Even without mana, they are powerful and a handful. Giving them all access to mana would be dangerous."

Mark did not care.

"I see, well for the foreseeable future, I am stuck with Percy and I need him alive. I can't get paid if he is dead as for you Annabeth, what do you actually want to know? I can tell you are curious."

She nodded.

"For one, what is the talking gantlet on your arm? How can someone feel mana and why would Poseidon come to you to guard Percy?"

Mark thought about it before he explained.

"I can't cause more chaos than I need to so keep this among you, Percy and Grover. Here is the short version, the Greek pantheon is not singular and there are many other pantheons all over the world, Norse, Hindu, Egyptian, Celtic, Shinto, and many more.

More importantly, the Christian Pantheon is one of the strongest because of God. I won't go more into detail as I told Percy and Grover this, so ask them more about it. But this gauntlet is a Sacred Gear, made by the God of the Bible to bless humankind to fight back against supernatural dangers.

This is the Boosted Gear containing the soul of the Heavenly Dragon Ddraig. It is one of 13 super powerful gears called the Gears to Slay gods. Any questions?"

Annabeth first looked at Mark and then at Chiron who nodded.

"He speaks true. God even attacked many pantheons over the world to steal powerful creatures, artifacts, and materials to make his gears. It is extremely rare for demigods to have them. But when they do have them they become powerhouses."

What he had told them was just basic information anyone in the Supernatural would know.

"Annabeth, do not speak of this to anyone other than those in this group. Swear it."

She nodded.

"I swear."

He was not cruel enough to make her swear on the Styx, but she was an honest girl and he trusted her. Once she swore Mark continued.

"Well, that is the short version. Just know that if Poseidon and Zeus go to war, the Greek pantheon will be weakened from war becoming a target for others. Your Patheon is not popular at all and many have a bone to pick with you.

The only reason you are still allowed to live is because of Nyx and Hades."

He only knew so much information because Ddraig was a treasure vault of knowledge. During Mark's 5 months of training, he learned a lot about this world from Ddraig.

Mark stood up as he had things to do.

"For the moment, go with Chiron and take it easy. You won't be able to take it easy much longer you know."

Percy nodded as Chiron got out of his wheelchair showing his horse body.

"Well, now that I am out of that thing, come. I will take you to your personal Cabin. Cabin 3. And Mark, try to fit in with your new 'siblings.' in cabin 5."

Mark's face did not change outwardly, but inside he was already regretting this. He closed his eyes and prayed to Ares.

'Ares, you ok with me acting like your kid?'

He did not expect a reply, but he got one.

'Sure, go ahead. Nice jacket by the way.'

Mark opened his eyes not expecting that.

"I just got permission so cool."

Mark waved his off and undid the sound-blocking spell. Chiron led Percy, Grover, and Annabeth away leaving Mark alone.

[Look's like Ares isn't so bad.]

'True.'

Mark walked deeper into the camp as he was interested in seeing what was so special about this place. As he walked through the camp he was left quite alone as he looked tough and mean. Just as he was exploring he heard a girl's voice.

"Hey. New guy."

He turned around where he saw a tall girl. She had dark brown hair, she was quite fit and she reached his chest in height.

"That is me."

She walked up to him and looked him up and down.

"Nice jacket. I am Clarise, the leader of the Ares cabin."

Mark leaned down as he got his poker face. As an assassin, he was trained to never show his thoughts on his face. He kept his act for the time which would cause him to charge Poseidon more for his 'skills'.

"So I guess you are one of my siblings? Names Mark."

He held his fist out which she fist-bumped.

"Yeah, come on. I will show you to the rest of us, and you better be ready for your initiation."

Mark grinned.

"It better not be something toilet related."

"Nah, we do that to others, Son's of Ares got to do something more extreme."

As Clarise led Mark to Cabin 5, she asked him something.

"So, ever meet dad?"

Mark nodded.

"Once when I was 7. He gave me this jacket."

Clarise looked at the jacket with some greed, but she shook her head. If it really was given to him by Ares, she could not take it as that would piss him off.

"He gave me a spear, but it really is a nice jacket."

When Mark arrived at Cabin 5 he felt it was not bad. It had a giant stuffed boar head, barbed wire on the roof, rock music blasted from inside and it was covered in weapons. Looking inside, Mark honestly thought he found his real family.

Quite a few demigods dressed in either camo or leather. But they all looked different as they took after their mortal parents so Mark did not stand out at all. Just that his height was bigger than average. Plus he was only 15 so he was going to get much bigger than this.

When he got inside with Clarrise, she yelled out loud.

"TIME FOR THE INITIATION! ARM WRESTLING COMPETITION!"

All of the girls and the guys gathered around as a big guy brought out a table. The first one up was a tall black haired guy.

"Names Chris."

Mark sat down and held his right hand out.

"Mark."

When they both locked their hands, Clarise started.

"GO!"

Instantly Mark pushed down while holding a bit back. Chris instantly began to struggle as Mark started pushing his hand down. Mark slammed his hand down and won.

"Done."

Chris grinned.

"Nice one."

Another one pushed Chris out of the way.

"Move it, my turn. I'm Carlos, let me show you how a real man does this."

"Show me then."

Mark grinned they locked hands. When they got the go-ahead, Mark pushed his hand down instantly. Everyone was honestly surprised as Carlos was quite strong. Seeing this made Clarise move him out of the way.

"Move it, let me show you, ladies, how it is done."

When she sat down and locked hands with Mark she noticed something.

"Wow, you got huge hands."

"I am a big guy after all, but I am not holding back."

"You better not."

When they got the go-ahead, Mark tried to push her down, but she held on. He used a bit more strength than he did before, but while she was struggling she actually started to push back. Mark was actually surprised as while he was holding back a lot she was actually holding on.

He increased his strength to something more and won the match. Seeing Clarise lose made everyone go silent for a few seconds before they all broke out cheering. Clarise had not lost an arm wrestling match in forever so seeing her lose was something new.

Even Clarise had a big grin on her face.

"I see you got some power, how good are you with a sword."

"I am quite good with most bladed weapons. I knew what I was since I was young so my mother trained me to be tough."

Clarise got up and reached for the spear rack where she got a big spear.

"Pick out any weapon and come outside. We're going to see how well she taught you."

Ddraig spoke up in Mark's head.

[Wow, if I did not know you I would think you are having fun.]

'They remind me of my brothers. We always got into messes like the time we egged the Mayor's house.'

Mark looked around before he picked up a large two-handed sword. He was not lying when he said he was quite good at using melee weapons. As an assassin, he mostly relied on stealth, infiltration, and firearms. However, when things went south, he trained in using many different types.

Now he mostly relied on his fists, but he would not forget his training. He spun the sword around as he looked at Clarise.

"Let's go, show me what you know."

Clarise grinned.

"I was going to say the same. Let's see what you can do Mark."