The Son Of Asclepius, Divine Doctor

Champion

There were hugs and greetings all around, or at least Thalia was friendly. The other Hunters didn't like being around campers, especially boys, but they didn't shoot any of of them, which for them was a pretty warm welcome. 

It was a completely different story for (Y/N) though. He was swamped by girls from ages 10 to 17, some of the younger ones even scaling him like a tree and sitting on his shoulders.

"Where have you been the last year?" Percy asked Thalia as the god balanced hunters on him. "You've got like twice as many Hunters now!" 

She laughed. "Long, long story. I bet my adventures were more dangerous than yours, Jackson." 

"Complete lie," he said. 

"We'll see," she promised. "After this is over, you, Annabeth, and me: cheeseburgers and fries at that hotel on West 57th." 

"Le Parker Meridien," Percy said. "You're on. And Thalia, thanks." 

She shrugged. "Those monsters won't know what hit them. Say, (Y/N) you look a little different."

"I got married and became a god," he grunted back, earning the silence of everyone who heard him. Him and his mouth.

"You're married?" screamed Annabeth, "Who is she!"

"Uhh, I'll tell you later," he lied.

Thalia and Percy looked at him impressed. (Y/N) shuffled over to the daughter of Zeus without any of the girls falling off and leaned in to whisper.

"If you're all here, who's looking over..."

"Don't worry, some of the younger and newer hunters stayed back at camp. Besides, she grows fast! She's already physically 9."

He took a step back and nodded at Thalia gratefully.

"Hunters, roll out!" shouted Thalia, the huntresses scrambling off of him.

Thalia slapped her silver bracelet, and Aegis spiralled into full form. The golden head of Medusa moulded in the centre was so horrible the campers all backed away. The Hunters took off down the avenue, followed by their wolves and falcons.

"Thank the gods," Annabeth said. "But if we don't blockade the rivers from those boats, guarding the bridges and tunnels will be pointless." 

"You're right," Percy said. He turned to face the crowd. "You're the greatest heroes of this millennium," he told them. "It doesn't matter how many monsters come at you. Fight bravely, and we will win." 

He raised Riptide and shouted, "FOR OLYMPUS!" 

They shouted in response, and their forty voices echoed off the buildings of Midtown. For a moment it sounded brave, but it died quickly in the silence of ten million sleeping New Yorkers. 

"Come with us for a moment," said Annabeth.

"Why?" asked the god.

"Because if this plan goes messy we'll need you to clean up."

"Always cleaning up the messes of you demi-gods," he said, prodding her side with his staff. Percy joined them.

"So, where to?" he asked them.

"East 23rd," said Annabeth, to which he stared at her in confusion.

"I've been able to leave camp independently for less than a year now, I have no idea where that is."

"Just follow the signs."

"Alrighty then," he said, slinging both the demi-gods over his shoulders. Jogging on the spot, he broke into a sprint, clearing streets in less than a second.