So here is this chapter. This is the big reveal! The big shebang! Yes Annabeth does come into the story more here, but she is still not friends with any of the people. I'm not changing their background, just tweaking her acceptance a bit. Percy is a bit OC here, but he asks a ton of stupid questions and I got so tired of them, sometimes I just cut the questions and went for a vague summary. Sorry for those of you who liked his refusal to accept that the gods were real. I got really frustrated. For those who will read this and wonder why I made Alyse the way she is, thats because it is similar to me. I am athletic in that I can do the basics of most sports and physical activities fairly easily, but I don't always commit myself to following through with said activities. This was a longer chapter, looking at it, it made it up to 13 pages in word, which for me was nice. This also covers I want to say five chapters? A lot of which is summarized rather than fully explored. It also took me a really long time because I have story adhd...and it makes it hard for me to finish one chapter of something and then start in another. I am in the middle of the last chapter of Hyuuga warrior, which I have yet to finish and i feel really bad for starting other stories like this, and updating them rather than the other but gahhhh i just can't i get writers block whenever I try to finish it! I will do my best this weekend but college has really been kicking my ass...Ok rant basically over.

Disclaimer: (im really boring today arent i?) I only own Alyse, Gabby, and whoever people want me to put into the story, if you have a character that you would like to see in my story, please leave a description in the comments, and I will work that character into the story! Thanks! I own the new characters and the changed personalities. Thats it!

While Percy was going in and out of coherency, I explored camp. It wasn't as if I'd never been to camp before, I was sent to camps all the time, they just always sent me back home. Almost like a return to sender package. Gabby was with me for the most part, spewing some history of the Greeks and how they'd come to America. I could believe it now that I was seeing it. The Big house, as I found out they called it, was where Mr. D, Dionysus the god of wine and hangovers, and Chiron spent most of their time. I left the house and stood on the porch. In one corner stood a guy who looked like he had over a hundred eyes, and I wasn't going to ask how many he actually had. The skin he had was tan, and his hair was blond. He looked like he could be a surfer from California. I left the porch and walked straight out, finding the volleyball court, and the Arts and Crafts building. To my left, beyond a small creek was the forge, which looked awesome, the strawberry fields, the armory, which looked even more awesome than the forge, Pegasus stables, awesome, and an Arena. I will admit, the arena was the first place I walked into. Inside different campers were dueling with each other, only sparring, not intending to maim. One of the campers, an attractive boy with a scar running down his face noticed that I'd walked in.

"Well look who's walking around. I'm Luke." He smiled, and walked over, instructing the other, notably younger, campers to keep sparring.

"Alyse, call me Lys. Yeah, I was awake since getting here, but was told to stay put." I made a face to show how much I hated staying in one place. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back.

"You're unclaimed right?" He asked me, starting to take his armor off.

"Yeah, but Gabby said Chiron has a hunch. That doesn't seem to strike well with me." I shrugged.

"Well, until your godly parent claims you, you are welcome to stay in the Hermes cabin. We are the children of the god of wanderers, so we have a lot of unplanned guests, and unclaimed kids. Many of them are the kids of the lesser gods, like Hecate or something like that. I'm sure that may be the case with you as well." He smiled, showing that he wasn't being mean by saying my parent could have been a lesser god. The ground shook slightly, surprising him.

"There have been a lot more earthquakes lately." He muttered. I nodded.

"I'm gonna go and look around more. Catch you later!" I called and ran out the large doors. When I reached the outside, I saw an array of cabins, all aligned in a semi-circle around a hearth. There were 12 cabins altogether.

"Percy is awake now, if you wish to see him." I smiled at Chiron as he walked up behind me. I nodded and walked back to the Big house. Chiron walked with me, and we walked onto the porch at the same time. There sat Percy, a blanket draped across his lap and a pillow behind his head. He was sipping at a glass of nectar, which he could barely hold, and was talking to Grover, who was holding a shoebox.

"You saved my life. I, the least I could do was go back to the hill. I thought you might want this." Grover smiled hesitantly. He placed the box in his lap.

"Lys, this one is for you. Both of you saved my life." Grover smiled to me. I nodded taking one of the horns from the box. At the mention of my name Percy's head snapped to me. I could tell the movement hurt him by the way his eyes flinched, but he looked at me anyway.

"Lys you're ok." He smiled, looking as though he was genuinely concerned for my well being. I smiled back and glanced down at the black and white horn. The base of it was jagged from where Percy and I had torn it off, and it was covered in blood. That was quite possibly the worst day of my life, and I'd been through a lot up till that point.

"The Minotaur." He spoke quietly.

"Perc, that is not a good idea…" I smiled calmly. Over the time I'd spent here just wandering, I learned that names hold a ton of power.

"That's what they call him though, the Greeks?" He demanded. "The Minotaur. Half man, half bull." He continued, answering his own question.

"You've been out for two days. How much do you remember?" Grover asked, shifting from one fake foot to the other.

"My mom…is she really…" He asked. That was the one thing we didn't count on him remembering immediately. It was a shock, and the brain tends to invent its own story to get over said shock. Grover and I looked at each other, but we couldn't meet Percy's eyes. I glanced at him. He was looking over the meadow.

"I'm sorry," Grover started crying. "I'm a failure. I'm the worst satyr in the world!" I rolled my eyes at the dramatics, and would have laughed had Percy not looked as bad as he did. Grover had also stomped, causing his foot to fall off. Not his actual foot, seeing as how he doesn't actually have feet, I mean the Styrofoam shaped like a foot with a hoof shaped hole in the center. Swearing as he attempted to get the hoof back into the fake foot, he failed to see Percy shifting painfully in his chair. He seemed to have made up his mind.

"It wasn't your fault." Percy said, to which I nodded vigorously.

"Yes, it was. I was supposed to protect you." He protested, looking like he was going to start crying again.

"Did my mother ask you to protect me?" Percy asked.

"No. But that's my job. I'm a keeper. At least…I was." He moaned. Looking at Percy I could tell that his health was still under par.

"Why…" He started. I sighed and grabbed the glass of nectar that was sitting next to him. His head jolted back for a second but I pushed the glass forward again. Without noticing he'd drained the glass.

"Was it good?" Grover asked, genuine wonder on his face.

"What does it taste like?" He asked, looking as though he'd wanted to taste some of it.

"Sorry, I should have given you some." Percy said guiltily.

"No! That's not what I meant…I just wondered." He denied smiling sheepishly.

"Chocolate-chip cookies. My moms homemade." He sighed.

"Hot chocolate." I spoke with a shrug.

"How do both of you feel?" Grover looked between us.

"I'm great, I could walk across New York and be fine." I said with a grin.

"Like I could throw Nancy Bobofit a hundred yards." Percy smiled back at me. I didn't know who Nancy was, but I had a feeling she was that nasty looking red-head who bullied him. She looked like a Nancy.

"Good, you couldn't have had much more anyway." Grover nodded.

"What do you mean?" Percy asked, setting the glass down on the table gingerly. I glanced around the side of the Big House to see Chiron gesture for us to follow him. I helped Percy out of his rocking chair and around the porch, he was wobbly on his feet, and needed help, but nothing we could do could pry the horn from his hands. He gasped as we reached the table, but Chiron wasn't who he was looking at. He was looking out over the North shore of Long Island. I'd already taken in the scenery, but it still took my breath away. At the other end of the porch were two men, Chiron, who was in his wheel chair again, and Mr. D, who had already taken a disliking of me. A girl I'd seen around but never said anything to was there as well.

"That's Mr. D, he is the camp director. The girl is Annabeth, she's a camper, but the one who has been here the longest." I couldn't let him steal all the fun so I butt in.

"You already know Chiron." I said with a triumphant grin, glancing at Grover who sighed with a smile. I could tell it took Percy a second to figure out who it was that he was looking at but the smile that lit up his face let me know he'd figured it out.

"Mr. Brunner!" He cried. The former Latin teacher turned around and smiled.

"Ah, good, Percy, we have four for pinochle now!" He offered a chair to Percy, and I stood behind him glancing at the game as they were playing. The girl who was with them kept sending glares in my direction.

"I'm just wondering but, you got a problem Blondie?" I asked her. She just glared at me and went to play her cards. I rolled my eyes. Her type were surprisingly easy to deal with. Give them a bit of mouth, show them that you don't care what they have to say, and they move on. Mr. D sighed and looked at Percy, who scooted farther away.

"If I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you. Or remember your name." He reminded me of Gabe. Not by looks but just by attitude and playing style. He was going to lose.

"Annabeth? Why don't you give Grover a chance, and go check on the bunks for these two? Cabin eleven." He instructed, allowing Grover to take over.

"Fine." She stood up and pushed passed me to get to the opening in the railing. She was shorter than I am, with long curly blond hair and storm grey eyes. She looked like she would fit in better in California than she did here. Her skin was tanned as well, creating a perfect contrast to me. As she walked away behind me I heard mutters about new arrivals and special treatment, as well as the summer solstice.

"So you work here, Mr. Brunner?" Percy asked, seemingly having heard the mutters as well.

"Not Mr. Brunner. That was a pseudonym. Chiron is what you may call me." I chuckled and pat Percy on the head. He glared at me mockingly.

"Okay, and Mr. D… does that stand for something?" Percy asked. I sighed. I'd already been chewed out for asking that question.

"I must say, Percy, Alyse. I am glad to see you both alive. It's been a long time since I've made a house call to a potential camper, not to mention two of them in the same school." I'd again heard the reasons for why he was there, to see if we were indeed suitable for the camp, and everything. I was a surprise however, the school trip is when they realized that I was a potential as well. I still had that scar, and it even hurts more sometimes than others.

"Grover, are you playing or not?" Mr. D asked impatiently.

"Yes sir!" Grover squeaked as he played his cards.

'Do either of you know how to play pinochle?" Mr. D asked, eyeing us both. I shook my head, but kept my mouth shut. I picked up on a bit of the game when I was watching, and that blonde girl knew her stuff, but not nearly as well as Chiron did. Mr. D had terrible luck it would seem.

"I'm afraid not." Percy said.

"I'm afraid not, sir." Mr. D corrected.

"Well, it is, along with the gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men and women to know the rules." He stuck his nose in the air slightly.

"I'm sure they can learn." Chiron smiled at us, already knowing I was picking up on it. Percy went through the usual, what is this place why am I here deal, while I was watching Grover flinch at each card that landed in front of him.

"Percy, did your mother tell you nothing?" Chiron asked.

"She told me she was afraid to send me here. Even though my father had wanted her to. She said that once I was here, I probably couldn't leave. She wanted to keep me close to her." Percy answered. I looked at the ground, this was about Percy at the moment, I was here because this is were I was allowed to live, and it was the safest place I'd lived in years.

"Are you going to bid?" Mr. D asked Percy impatiently. After explaining how that works, Chiron was thinking about showing the orientation film, which I didn't think would help in the situation we'd found ourselves. I had already been briefed on the whole existence of the gods and goddesses and all of the Greek creatures. It was hard to believe at first, but after everything that had happened, it became easier to understand. They decided to just tell him about it verbally. He looked around the table, with an expression that said he was waiting for something to happen.

"But you were talking about God and…"

"God is different than God's, Perc. In this instance we are talking about the gods, plural. Beings that control nature and the workings of humans. The Gods of Olympus. Its not as big."

"Thank you, Alyse. Yes, it is as she said. The gods we discussed in Latin class." Chiron nodded to me.

"Zeus, Hera, Apollo. Those gods?" Percy said. I cringed at the thunder that range out on the cloudless day, and the earth that shook with no warning.

"Young man, I really would care more about throwing those names around." Mr. D warned.

"But they're stories. Myths to explain lightning and seasons and stuff."

"Percy. Can you please imagine, just for a moment, never dying. Never fading? Existing, just as you are, for all time?" Chiron said, his tone was sad, and nostalgic as though remembering a time long ago. I already knew that he'd been around for longer than I could comprehend, but he sounded so sad when he spoke about it.

"You mean, whether people believed in you…or not." He said, having taken a moment to actually think about it.

"Exactly. If you were a god, how would you like being called a myth, an old story to explain lightning? What if one day you were a myth Percy? A story to show other children how to get over losing their moms?" I asked him, helping Chiron get his point across.

"I wouldn't like it at all…but I don't believe in gods." He spoke, keeping his anger with me down. I wasn't intending to make him mad. I was trying to get him to understand how Mr. D might feel, or Chiron.

"Percy, please, just try to understand before one of them decides he doesn't want you around." I cringed. The low rumble of the ground was slowly increasing again, and I couldn't help but wonder why it hadn't stopped. Percy was looking at Mr. D, as though he was expecting him to grow another head. Just as he was about to look away, he waved his hand and a goblet of wine appeared on the table. Percy's jaw literally dropped. It was then that Mr. D was revealed as Dionysus. The God of wine. Percy was a bit of a non-believer still, but I wasn't about to push my luck. A good poker player knows to quit while she's ahead. Mr. D had left, taking a scared Grover with him, talking about his failed assignment, and I took his seat, giving Percy a look that let him know I was going to be talking to him later.

"Will Grover be okay?" I asked.

"Dionysus isn't really angry with him. He just really hates his job. He's been grounded for far too long. He wants to return home."

"Home…Mount Olympus home? You mean to say there is really such a place? There is a palace there?" Percy asked. After all we'd just said, you would think he would have listened.

"Well there's Mount Olympus in Greece. And then the home of the gods that moves with the flow of the times." Chiron thought for a moment.

"Then they are here in America?" He kept asking.

"Obviously." I muttered.

"They flow with the heart of the West."

"The what?" Percy asked again. I sighed and stood up, I was getting tired of the conversation, and the dunder-head that didn't seem to listen. After an explanation of how they move and the gods go where the civilization goes, I finally got the chance to ask the real questions.

"Who are we?" I asked, looking the older man straight in the eye. I watched as he shifted his weight, to get out of the chair.

"Who are you? That is the question we all want the answer to. For now, you should get some sleep. Especially you Alyse, you have had quiet the journey. For now, find your bunks, and get some food. There will be s'mores tonight, and I love chocolate." In that instance, he rose from his wheelchair into his full centaur form. Percy was left speechless.

"What a relief. I'd been spending so much time in there that my fetlocks had fallen asleep. Now come, meet the other campers." He smiled. Percy got over that shock rather quickly, to my surprise. I'd expected more denial. What Chiron meant by meeting the other campers, was giving us a tour, although I'd already had one, and walked away to find Gabby. I figured she'd be somewhere around the Athena Cabin, what with the architecture and stuff, and that's where I found her, inside the cabin chatting with some of the boys. I knocked on the door, not entering because of the respect issues. Children of the other gods and goddesses were not permitted to enter unless given permission by the campers in that cabin, and I did not know any one yet, so I was obeying that rule for fear of my head.

"Hey! Did you get the run down from Chiron? How's Percy?" She asked, walking out of the cabin.

"Oh yeah, it was long and boring, just like the classes at Yancy. Percy didn't want to believe anything." I sighed, sitting down on the ground in the middle of the circle. She laughed and sat down with me. The thing about Gabby was she seemed out of place for a Greek camp. I'm not being racist when I say she's black, but that was the truth. Her long hair was braided down the back of her head and had a few flowers woven into it. I pulled at my own hair, thinking about how I hadn't had the chance to do anything with it since Montauk. Thinking about that place made me wonder what happened to Percy's mom. She wasn't dead, and while I knew no one would believe me for saying that, I knew for certain that she was alive. Just…not in this world? It was confusing to me as well, like I could tell that everything around me was alive, and that the plants were alive and everything was strong. How? I couldn't tell you. Gabby sighed and noticed me spacing out and playing with my ragged hair. She smiled and sat behind me, after grabbing a brush from one of the girls in the Aphrodite cabin. They all wanted to pamper me with make-up and knew clothing, making me into their own life sized Barbie doll, but the hair was enough for me. I would possibly ask them for clothes later, possibly something not pink, seeing as how I didn't have any, but I got the feeling that wouldn't be much of a problem. With a brush she painfully got the knots out of my hair, and with a quick run through with water, she had made it easier to manage. A braid was quickly established, similar to hers, just neater, letting me know that she had done her own braid. I smiled in thanks when she was done, and noticed Percy walking up with Chiron.

"Zeus and Hera?" He asked.

"Correct." Chiron nodded.

"They're empty?"

"Several cabins are. No one ever stays in one or two." Percy then poked his head into cabin three, and got reprimanded. After getting sneered at by a familiar looking girl, I was joined by Percy.

"Hey, you didn't go on the tour with us? And… Gabby? What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're a satyr too?" Percy looked at her.

"No, I am not a satyr. I am a Muse." She laughed.

"Like the ones in that movie? The Hercules movie?" He asked. That got me laughing harder than when he was astounded at seeing Gabby.

"That movie is so faked they had no idea. If you wish to think of it that way, fine, but I am not one of those singing bozos who had nothing to do with actual Greek culture." She muttered. I was barely holding my laughter in.

"She is the Muse of History." I spoke, tears running down my face.

"Gabby, I have masters' archery class at noon, could you take them from here?" Chiron asked her.

"No problem!" She stood up, flicking my hair around to swat me in the face. I growled at her and jumped up to follow, with Percy in tow.

"Cabin eleven. Make yourselves at home." He then walked away, to teach a class.

Cabin eleven was the most normal looking cabin. It was worn down and the paint was peeling. Above the doorway was a caduceus, a winged pole with snakes that wrapped around it. Chiron lingered just enough to see us go in, then galloped off.

"Well? You going to go in?" Gabby laughed, pushing Percy into the cabin, as I followed more willingly. Percy tripped on his way in, and I stabilized him walking around.

"Percy, Lys, meet cabin eleven." Gabby introduced.
"Regular or undetermined?" someone asked.

"Undetermined, both of them." Gabby answered before I could think about the question. There was a groan from the cabin. Luke then came forward and shushed everyone.

"Come on now. That's what we are here for. The wanderers. We have two spots right over there." He smiled and showed us. The way he said wanderers made me think he had some resentment, but it was covered almost immediately. Luke was tall and muscular with short cropped sandy hair and a friendly smile. He had an orange tank top, cutoffs and sandals. A leather necklace with five different clay beads rested over the tank top. A scar ran from under his right eye to his jaw.

"Percy, this is Luke." I introduced.

"He will be your counselor for now." Gabby stepped back.

"For now?" Percy asked.

"You're undetermined, they don't know what cabins to put you both in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally we would, Hermes, our patron is the god of travelers." Again there was a small amount of resentment, covered quickly by another question. I sat my stuff down and was about to make myself comfortable on the floor, Gabby dragged both of us out of the cabin again. She went through the whole half-blood speech with Percy, that she'd done with me as well, just as the familiar looking ugly faced big-boned girl came sauntering up.

"Well! Two newbies!" She sneered.

"Clarisse, why don't you go polish your spear or something?" Gabby spat angrily. When she was mad I tended to notice that her hair was puff up ever so slightly, like a cats.

"Sure, Miss Boring. So I can run you through with it on Friday!" She responded.

"Erre es korakas!" Gabby growled back. It was something like 'Go to the crows' if I translated properly, which was probably worse than it sounded.

"Percy, Lys, meet Clarisse. Daughter of Ares."

"Ares? Like the war god?" Percy asked. I was going to slap him.

"You got a problem with that?" Clarisse sneered at him.

"No, it explains the bad smell." I plugged my nose at her. She gave me the most foul look before stopping suddenly.

"Haven't I seen you before?" She asked.

"I was wondering the same thing." I muttered, thinking about a worlds ugliest child contest I might have seen on the television while walking past a store on the streets.

"No…I know you! You're the girl that kept me from killing that baby Cyclops on the street!" she shouted at me, throwing her hand forward to grab me. I dodged back reflexively.

"Oh yeah! That girl I knocked out in New York!" I laughed, as I kept dodging.

"Clarisse!" Gabby called trying to stop her.

"Stay out of this wise girl." She glared. Percy then tried to step in but was taken in a headlock and dragged into a large building that was the bathrooms.

"Shoot…" I muttered, about to follow them when Gabby held me back just a moment.

"I don't want you to do anything. I want to help too, but you getting hurt, or even worse, mad, could spell disaster for everyone." She spoke. Me getting mad? What did that have anything to do with it?! I was already angry that she took Percy, who couldn't defend himself to save his life, instead of me, who could have put up a fight. IT was then that I noticed something wrong with the bathroom. Water was running out of the door as though the place had flooded. I ran over there, just as a soaking wet Clarisse and 6 other friends came streaming out. Percy soon followed.
"How did you?" I started asking but he gave me a confused look.

"I don't know." It was then that Clarisse decided to go straight for the revenge. She stormed right at us and I stepped in front of Percy, who was going to be killed if I didn't intervene.

"How about Miss Twinkle toes stays out of my way while I kill dead boy there." She growled.

"How about you go back to your cabin and stay away from us?" I glared back at her, my heaviest death glare. Then the earth chose to rumble again, and a crack just large enough to make her trip rose in front of her, and she did just that. Falling straight to her face, she came up with grass in her teeth, and mud stains on her face and clothes.

"OH NOW YOU'VE DONE IT!" She screamed, about to charge again, but her cabin mates grabbed her and hauled her back to cabin five. It was then that the Annabeth girl came over.

"I want you both on my team." That was all she'd said, and that was the last nice thing she would ever say to either of us. Gabby looked concerned, and scared as she walked us back to our cabin. Apparently, we were the talk of camp, because wherever we went, people were talking about us, and pointing. Something about toilet water, so mostly Percy. Gabby had scolded him on the way for waving at the Naiads, I wanted to as well. She tried getting it through his head that the gods were real and that his father was a god, and that mine was as well, but she didn't know who. He almost called them myths again, which would not have made anyone happy.

"I don't have a godly parent, I just happened to be able to see through the Mist, and one day, just remembered everything of my past lives as the Muse of History. I always knew I was special." She smiled at me. A special pain in my ass. I thought to myself with a small chuckle.

"Who is that blond girls parent?" I asked, wondering why she seemed to look at everyone as an enemy.

"Athena. Goddess of Wisdom and battle." Gabby said, imitating the pompous attitude the girl seemed to carry around with her.

"Who is my dad?" I asked.

"You're undetermined, I don't know, no one does except your mom, and your father." Gabby gave me a sad look. She knew my past and that I barely knew my mother as well as my father.

"How about mine?" Percy asked.

"Same."

"Except my mom…she knew." He corrected.

"Maybe not Percy. God's don't always reveal their identities." She pat him on the shoulder.

"My dad would have. He loved her." He insisted. I wanted him to understand that not everything is sunshine and rainbows. His mother was kidnapped for gods sakes. He had no clue what he was treading on.

"Maybe they will send signs soon. Who knows." Gabby sighed.

"Most get killed outside of camp. A few manage to survive, and end up famous. There are quite a few people that you know of that are Demigods." She shrugged.

"Monsters cant get in?" I wondered.

"Not unless intentionally stocked in the woods, or summoned."

"Why would anyone want to summon a monster?" Percy asked.

"Practice fights, practical jokes." Gabby laughed. There were probably a few jokes that were done in the past that made her laugh like that.

"The borders are sealed to mortals and monsters. From the outside, it looks like a strawberry farm. I live here in the summers, and if I get sent on a case, my parents are alerted that I will be going to another school. Otherwise, I live at home. I've been here for three summers. Annabeth and Luke have been here for 5 years." She pulled a leather necklace from under her T-shirt, and showed us the three beads.

" What's all this talk about a winter solstice?" I asked, having heard it around a lot.

"Do you know something?" Gabby asked, looking at me intently.

"No…I just didn't know what happened. Some people say something was stolen. Something makes me believe more than one thing was stolen." I muttered.

"How do you figure that?" She asked, even more interested in what I had to say versus Percy looking between us so fast he was going to get whiplash.

"Not only have the thunderstorms been getting worse, but the sea's have been hell, and the earthquakes are getting worse. It's as though the big three are mad at each other." I explained, remembering that Zeus was the sky, Poseidon was the water, and Hades was the earth. It made me wonder who my father could possibly be.

"Well…we can discuss this later." She said, having heard my stomach growling as well as Percy's. We made it back to the cabin, and found that everyone was horsing around while waiting for dinner. The kids of cabin eleven all had similar looks about them. Sharp noses, upturned eyebrows, and mischievous smiles. They were the trouble makers of classes. I let out a sigh of relief as no one took too much notice to us as we walked in. I sat down on my stuff and laid down on my stomach, ready to sleep for all eternity. Then Luke came over.

"Found you both sleeping bags, stole you some stuff from the camp store too, a few brushes, toothbrushes, soap, toothpaste. The essentials." He smiled and placed the stuff down between us.

"Thanks." I smiled and gathered the stuff I knew I would need.

"No prob. Tough first day?" He asked, putting his back to the wall and sitting down between us. He placed his long legs where we weren't, and we were on either side of him.

"I don't belong here. I don't even believe in gods." Percy sighed. So all the talking we'd done didn't do anything. I pinched the bridge of my nose, between my eyes. This boy was going to be the death of me.

"So your dad is Hermes?" He asked. That was fairly obvious. He was the counselor of the cabin.

"Yeah. Hermes." He said absentmindedly. He pulled a switch out of his pocket and started to clean the mud from his sandal. Percy flinched at the blade. I merely shrugged. I've done similar with my boots and a butterfly.

"The wing-footed messenger guy." Percy kept going.

"That's him. Messengers. Medicine. Travelers, merchants, thieves. Anybody who uses the roads. That's why you're here, enjoying cabin eleven's hospitality. Hermes isn't picky about who he sponsors." Percy nodded, choosing to ignore the slight insult of being called a nobody.

"You ever meet your dad?" He asked. I was resisting the urge to punch him. It was obvious that Luke held animosity towards the god, and yet Percy was consistently pushing the poor guys buttons.

"Once." He said with finality, letting percy know he was done with the conversation.

"Don't worry about it Percy. The campers here are mostly good people. We take care of each other." He understood how lost we both felt. It was obvious that Percy had more questions, but Luke then called for dinner.

"Eleven, fall in!" He shouted. Percy and I took up the rear of the large group, 20 kids, as we all walked into the commons yard. Three cabins remained empty none the less. I saw Grover sitting at table twelve with Mr. D and a few satyrs, and a couple of blond boys who looked just like Mr. D. Chiron stood to one side, the table too small for a centaur. Finally after everyone had calmed down, Chiron stomped his hoof into the marble floor, and everyone fell quiet.

"To the gods!" He raised his glass.

"To the gods!" Everyone else raised their glasses. Wood nymphs then came forward with platters of food, my favorite being the barbecue. My glass was empty, but soon I realized that by speaking to it, I could make it what I wanted.

"Root beer." I said with a smile. It was something I'd always wanted to try, and id had it as a piece of candy, so now I finally get to have it as a drink. One sip told me I was never going to drink another soda ever again. Percy had turned his soda blue, letting me know he was still thinking of his mom. I put my hand in his and squeezed it, showing my support. Then I stood up and followed everyone who went to the fire pit in the middle of the mess hall. They were scraping off the best parts of their meal into the fire.

"Burnt offerings to the gods. They like the smell." Luke informed us with a shrug.

"You're kidding." Percy said skeptically. Luke warned him not to take this lightly. Luke bowed and prayed to his father. Then it was my turn. I didn't have anyone to pray to, so I could only ask that my father be well and that the times were good. The smell that came from the fire was a combination of amazing smells that shouldn't go well together but made me want to stick my face in front of it and sniff the smoke all day. It was when everyone was sitting that Mr. D started his very lively speech.

"I suppose I'd better say hello to all you brats. Well, hello. Our activities director, Chiron, says the next capture the flag is on Friday. Cabin five holds the laurels. Personally I don't care. But, congratulations. Also, we have two new campers. Alissa and Peter." He said, not bothering to even try with our names. Chiron muttered something.

"Oh…er, Alyse, and Percy. That's right. Hurrah and all that. Now run along to the fire. Go on." He sighed. Everyone cheered and headed to the amphitheater, where Apollo's cabin held sing-alongs. We sang about the gods, and ate s'mores and joked around. Finally we'd made it back to the cabin and I fell right down to sleep. I wish I knew that nothing was going to be the same. The routine of those few days after my first felt normal. Get up, shower eat, learn Ancient Greek from the bratty blonde girl, then we went on and did outdoor activities. Percy was no good with a bow and arrow, and I was no Apollo's child but I at least hit the target 8 times out of 10. Percy nearly shot Chiron in the ass. Percy was no good at foot racing either, another thing I wasn't terrible at. Wrestling we both were terrible at. I was quick on my feet and was able to stay away from getting thrown, but Percy was pulverized by Clarisse. Canoeing Percy was good at, which wasn't that heroic in his eyes and it made me laugh. Everyone was trying to figure out who we were, but none had succeeded. Luke thought we could be Hermes, but we looked nothing like the rest of them. I was alright not knowing, I could fit in almost anywhere, but I knew that it was eating at Percy. It wasn't until Thursday at the sword fighting lesson that Percy came out of his shell. He wasn't great, that was for sure, but he was off because of the sword. He couldn't find one that suited him. I had a hard time as well, most of them just felt wrong in my hands, but the balance was ok, and I could compensate. I picked up on the sword fighting pretty quickly, being good with athletic things, although something told me that wasn't from my fathers side. My mom was a bit of an athlete in her day, and that helped me a bit. And living on the streets all alone helped too. Percy then was told to spar with Luke one on one.
"good luck." Someone muttered to him

"He's the best swordsman in the last three hundred years." The boy smirked. Percy was screwed.

"Maybe he'll go easy on me." Percy said with hope. There was a snort as everyone stepped away to give them space. Percy had his ass handed to him. It was obvious that Luke knew really well what he was doing. Dumping cold water on himself in the break seemed to help a lot however, as Percy was still holding the sword without trouble. It was then that Luke showed us how to disarm our opponents. Twisting the enemies blade with the flat of your own so that he had no choice but to drop it. Percy was the test dummy.

"Ready?" Luke asked, eyeing Percy's blade. Percy nodded, and I could tell there were gears turning. He kept Luke at bay and successfully kept him from disarming him. His arms were growing tired, and that's when he did something no one was expecting. He disarmed Luke. There was a stunned silence. I was giggling a little bit. He didn't actually get it completely correct, and wouldn't be able to replicate it as Luke asked, but when he wanted me to step up, I didn't hesitate in showing my skills. I kept Luke on the defense until I felt confident enough so slip my guard a bit. He threw a thrust into my guard as I planned and I sidestepped, using the hilt of my blade to hit his hand as he passed, and knocked the blade into the air, over my head and behind me, placing me between him and his blade.

"That wasn't the maneuver I taught you." He said with a small frown. I shrugged.

"I like doing things the complicated way." I said with a smile, letting him know I wasn't going to do that again. I picked his blade up and handed it back to him. He thanked me with a laugh. That Friday we had tried the lava oozing, rock throwing rock wall, and Percy and I nearly died. We weren't built for that sort of thing, and it could have ended fairly badly. Talking with Grover, we learned about the cabins, and the gods and why there wasn't a cabin for Hades, because he didn't have a throne. And how the big three vowed to never have children again around World War II. They talked about the Underworld, and how satyrs are assigned to schools not necessarily children. And more talk of the Big three. I sighed, it was almost time for capture the flag, and I was not excited to be on Blondie's team. Not that I would rather be on Clarisse's team, but I didn't like either of them. Finally the horn was blown, and we all watched as Annabeth and Clarisse came charging into the mess hall with their banners. Grey for Athena, and blood red for Ares.

"Whose side are we on?" Percy asked. He seemed to have a knack for stupid questions.

"We made a temporary alliance with Athena. With your help, we get the flag." Luke smirked, glancing between us. We had maybe the larger team, but the skills were pretty matched none the less. I was slightly concerned but I knew there wasn't allowed to be any killing or maiming. We were given gear and told that we were border patrol. Not the most sought after job, but there was a certain gleam in Luke's eye. The only warning we got from Annabeth, was to watch Clarisse's spear. Then she ran off.

"Stand by the creek, keep anyone in red away. Simple." Luke instructed, chasing after her. We made it to the creek and for a while, nothing happened. There was a presence that was there suddenly, a low growl that came and went with the shadows. I wasn't afraid of it, although Percy was weary. After a few shouts from our team as they raced across the creek, five Ares warriors came out yelling to get our heads. Clarisse's spear was probably the scariest thing there, not the warriors, her spear. There was no other help in sight. It was just Percy, me and the five, larger, and better trained warriors. Percy took a hit from Clarisse's spear, shocking him. Another warrior hit him in the chest with the butt of their sword knocking him to the ground. I growled and fought back as hard as I could as three of them kept me from helping him. I wanted to tear them to shreds, but I knew I couldn't actually hurt them. This wasn't about the game to them. This was about revenge on us. I felt one of their swords nick my cheek as they caught me off guard for one moment. There was a small pause as the air around me cold down significantly. I could feel the shadows in the forest around us grow darker, and everything paused as I put my hand to my face. When I removed my hand, blood ran down my fingers and down my palm. My eyes narrowed.

"You've done it now." I spoke, my voice cold as ice. They broke the rules. I charged in at them, not saying anything, not letting out a battle cry, just cold and silent. The three of them all fell back, suddenly scared of my advance. Two of them then retreated back to their side of the creek, leaving one of them to fight me. I advanced into their guard, beyond their comfort zone in a fight, and thrust my elbow into their face, forcing their helmet into their nose, and knocking them out. The other two stood and watched as I moved towards Clarisse. But my help wasn't needed there. Percy was dealing with them appropriately, having broken Clarisse's spear like a twig. I was still furious, and used that opportunity, of Percy's victory, and my own anger, to pull that girl into a head lock, and from there, I threw her into the creek. It was then that I realized that Percy and I were bait for Clarisse, leaving her flag wide open. We'd won, but there was something wrong with Percy.

"Get out of the water Perc." I instructed pulling him forward. He seemed to be sapped of his energy in that moment, and he almost fell over.

"Oh Styx." I cursed. Before we could do anything though, the growling came again. I looked up at the top of the rocks, where a hound the size of a rhino was glaring at us. It was a hellhound. It glanced at me, and then went to attack Percy. But in that moment I realized I could do something.

"Thi̱río! Stamatí̱ste!" I shouted. This caused the hellhound to stop, and turn to me. I walked forward and placed my hand on its face.

"LEAVE." I commanded. It looked a bit downcast, then faded into the shadows cast by the trees. The campers were silent. Percy was still leaning heavily on Luke. I dragged him into the water. In that moment, three things happened. The wounds that he'd received healed, a green trident flashed above his head, and as I already figured out, a black helm circled by red light hovered above mine.

"It has been determined." Chiron stated, as everyone backed away from us, then bowed, however reluctantly.

"My father?" Percy and I asked at the same time.

"Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon. Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Son of the Sea God. And Alyse Duane, Daughter of Hades, God of The Underworld, Acceptor of many, The Invisible, God of Wealth. God of Death." Chiron introduced. I already knew that the friends that I could have made, weren't going to be friends with me now that they knew I was the daughter of death itself, but at least now I could be alone. The next day they started the building of my cabin. It would be mine and mine alone. Free for me to decorate as I saw fit. It would probably have a lot of band posters, dark colors, and just to mess with everyone, I was gonna paint a small skull above the door. This could be fun. Lonely, yes, but fun.

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