(AN: Yeah, I'm surprised I'm the first one to do this. Oh well, it's fun. I hope you like it so far, and I would like to add that I'm not going to stop to explain everything to you- you either read the series or you didn't. Also, if anyone's OOC or if something doesn't make sense, just let me know.)

Chapter One

A Plan of Action

"Jonah, WAKE UP!"

"Five more minutes, Jeremiah..." Jonah muttered, throwing a pillow over his head.

"No, Camilla really needs you right now!"

Jonah rolled over and pushed his brother off of him. Jeremiah was thrown to the floor, but he simply giggled and sat up. "She said not to tell anyone where you were going," Jeremiah explained, "but to come to the library. Right now!"

"Fine." Jonah said. "Lemme get dressed, at least."

Jeremiah shook him. "Camilla says to come immediately and to not bother about anything else!"

"Fine." Jonah sat up and stretched. "Let's go, then."

"Why are we up so early?" Frederick complained. "You do know that we go to sleep around two in the morning, right?"

Camilla nodded at the Quarterlings assembled in front of her- Jonah, Jeremiah, their sister Eliza, Frederick, Rupert and Julia. "I understand that you're very tired, but something highly important has come up."

"Like what?" Rupert tried to say, but yawned somewhere in the middle.

Camilla looked uneasy. "Have you ever read the Greek myths?"

The children looked uneasy, and nodded.

"What if they were real?"

Jonah nearly vomited. Frederick did a spit-take with the coffee he had smuggled up. Jeremiah pumped the air with his fist. "Awesome!"

"Real?" Eliza asked. "You mean, all the gods and stuff?"

"We don't call them 'gods.'" Camilla explained. "They're immortal spirits with a large ego, yes, but not gods. Elohim is the only God."

"Like we don't know that." Julia muttered.

Eliza looked confused. "Why are you asking us this?"

"We've recently detected a Summer Camp around Brooklyn." Camilla instructed, curling her silvery hair around her finger nervously. "A Summer Camp for the children of the Greek Spirits."

Frederick had set his coffee down; otherwise, he probably would have done another spit take. "Like, more greek gods?" he asked.

Camilla pursed her lips, offended at the use of gods. "Not exactly. They call themselves demigods, as one of their parents is a Greek Spirit, and the other is a human."

"And you're telling us this why?" Eliza questioned.

Camilla showed them a computer screen. The Quarterlings surrounded it. On it were two maps– one was of New York, the other of California. Both had pins in them. "There are actually two demigod camps." she said. "Camp Half-Blood– the Greek camp– and Camp Jupiter– the Roman camp."

"And we're doing this at six in the morning because?" Julia asked, still yawning.

"We're going to send you in there as spies." Camilla instructed.

The Quarterlings all looked shocked. Jeremiah toppled onto the floor.

"We're sending you six to the Greek camp." Camilla told them. "We'll send Carlo, Bridget, Ruth and Andre to the Roman camp in a few weeks; it'll look suspicious if two large groups of demigods appear in both camps at the same time. We've already talked to the Greek Spirits, and they've agreed to 'claim' you, meaning they'll pretend to be your parent. You should be claimed within a week, being your age. However, each of you will get a different parent, so, Stone children, two of you will have to change last names."

"We haven't agreed to this!" Rupert protested. "What if we get killed in there? If these are children of Ares or Athena, who knows how quickly we'll get killed?"

"And that is why we're sending you to the Greek camp." Camilla explained. "You're less likely to get killed there, and you're not defenseless. The Roman Shift will have Andre and Ruth as protectors."

"Shouldn't we have a little more information than this?" Eliza asked.

"The less you know, the better." Camilla told them. "Every Wednesday and Saturday night, one of you is to enter the Hera Cabin and sit under the statue. You'll meet Henry there, and you're to tell him what the demigods are up to, if they've discovered us yet, or if there are any threats posed to the Quarterlings or Nephilim. He'll inform you when you can leave. Otherwise, stay there. Now, go pack your things."

"This is all very rushed." Rupert muttered.

"Oh, and when we drop you off at the border," Camilla informed them, "and you run into Fallen Ones... just run."