Chapter 1: Wait. What Year Is It?
Althea

I stood and dusted the dirt off of my Greek white dress. It was odd. I had been wearing my armor when I fell, and now I was in formal attire. My legs felt weak under me. They were stiff and it was hard to move. All of my body was stiff from both the fight and the fall.
A sharp thought ran through my mind: If I was alive. That means that Kratos is alive too. I sighed as I remember how the Fates had promised both of them that they would be reawakened when the Great Stirring began. All the monsters that we had killed were now alive again. They were probably looking for revenge too. What year is it?
Movement came from the other side of the room. I drew my dagger, but kept it as a dagger. "Who is there?" I found my words not coming out in Ancient Greek, but a new language I did not know how I knew. It must have been more work done by the Fates.
A small sheep came out of the corner and I sighed slightly amused by how fearful I was of a farm animal. "What are you doing here?" I smiled as it came forward. I petted its head. It shifted its head towards the door in the corner of the barn. "Is that how I get out, thank you," I grabbed some hay off the ground and fed it some.
I walked to the door and opened it. Sunlight for the first time in years hit me. It was wonderful to feel it against my cold skin. The sheep crept out from behind me into the grassy field that is now covered with snow. "Is that what you wanted, to get outside?" it dug some grass out of the snow and ate it, so I took that as a yes.
On the top of the knoll was a farmhouse. I wanted to see what was in there. Hopefully find some regular clothes of this century, and actually find out what century it was. I entered the house to find it was empty, thank goodness. I hurried upstairs to a room that was most likely occupied by a young girl considering the pink and silver color palette. In the pink dresser were some pants like thing. I read on the tag it said 'Jeans'. Whatever these 'Jeans' were, is what I was going to wear. I slipped them on and pulled on a short sleeve, white V-Neck too over the white fabric that wrapped my body.
On my arms were some cuts from the fight I must have fought many years ago. I looked into the mirror in this girl's room. Nothing really changed on me except for the fact that I was wearing odd clothes. Freckles were still lightly on my nose and cheeks. My hair was still a golden color in a braid. I still had fair skin. I still had a giant gash on my arm from Ares. Dang him.
Below the mirror was a book of some sort. A small voice in my mind said it was a magazine—whatever that was. On the cover read 'Seventeen Magazine', 'Read about Miley and Nick's breakup by Miley's point of view!', 'Who's side are you on: Miley or Nick?, 'Issue 107, December 1, 2007'
"What!" I gasped. "It can't be the year 2007! We weren't even counting years when I was alive," I gasped. 2007 years or more had I been in a state of unconsciousness. I sat on the bed in disbelief. It was impossible.
A hissing noise interrupted how stunned I was. Immediately, I jumped off the bed and ran to the window. The small sheep that had helped me looked extremely scared. After grabbing what I believed to be money I rushed downstairs and outside to the small sheep. Trying to eat it was a chimera. It was on all fours and the snake part of it was hissing at me, while its lion chest was focused on eating the small sheep.
The small chain bracelet on my wrist changed. A chain wrapped itself around my forearm, and now I had a blade in my hand. I used it as a lasso to pull the sheep back next to me; hiding it from the chimera's view. It hissed at me and came closer. The snakehead made an attempt to bite me, but I easily dodged and stabbed it in the head and then cut it off. Its tail fell limp on the ground as it charged me. I was going to send out shocking, blue, electrical bolts to all enemies, but then I thought about if the gods could find me if I used magic like that. There was no doubt in my mind if they found me is that they would kill me. Well maybe not Apollo or Artemis, but to the rest of the gods I was still a trader that almost succeeded in becoming the ruler of Olympus.
Also, Zeus and Ares probably made up a story to tell the others that they had one and simply killed us instead of me killing him.
I sighed and killed it the old fashion way by slicing him repeatedly with my sword. He fell to the ground, and with one last stab in the head it disappeared into sand and blew away in the wind. I stood there not really knowing what to do. I was stuck in a new world now. One that I did not know. One where I had no idea where I was. One where I was hopelessly lost in.
The sheep started making the constant BAHHH! noise as if it were trying to tell me something, or trying to call someone. I gave the sheep one last smile and trudged off in hope of finding something I know.
The new world was amazing. All these huge building made of metal, and everything else was made of metal. All the flashing lights were quite spectacular. Humans had come a long way when I was gone. With all the amazement and attempting to read the signs I ran into someone. "Oh, sorry, sir. I was not watching where I was going," I apologized to the man I had ran into.
It was not a man, but a boy around my age. He gave me a strange look, "Can it be…?" his question drifted off as he stared at me. His scent hit me and I recognized him as a satyr. Part of me wanted to stab him right then and there, but another part had better common knowledge. "Where are your parents?" he asked.
"I do not have any, I am an orphan," I told him.
He nodded, "An orphan half-blood wondering the streets of New York alone," he grumbled to himself. "Would you like to come with me somewhere?" the satyr offered.
It's better than nothing. I shrugged, but nodded. "Where are we going?" I asked him.
"Somewhere where you belong," he told me. "By the way, my name is Memphis," he told me leading to a metal thing—uh car if I remember right—I presumed was his.
"Where do I belong?" I asked Memphis after sliding into the passenger seat of the—uh—car.
"Camp Half-Blood," he smiled at me. Instantly, I remembered what the Fates had told me. There was a place for one of us at Camp Half-Blood and the other with the titan army. I currently will go with the first one. No matter how nice Gaia is, Kronos and Atlas still have a bit of a grudge against me and want to kill me. If Gaia were the only titan than I probably would go with them, but the others kind of break the deal for me with the want to kill me. Then again a lot of the gods want to kill me.

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Memphis woke me when we were just minutes away from this camp thing. Memphis seemed kind of nervous as he glanced at me through the corner of his eye every so often. "Why aren't you asking questions?" he asked in a huff.
"Um, I don't really have any," I mumbled not really able to come up with a good answer.
"Really?" he asked exasperated. "You don't even want to know what a half-blood is?"
I sighed. "What's a half-blood?" there was really no excitement or any emotion in my voice.
"Well, a half-blood is part god, part mortal. One immortal parent, and one mortal parent basically, and you are one," he explained.
There was truly only one question on my mind, "Who's my godly parent?" I asked him.
He gave me one long look and then opened his mouth, "I don't know," he answered.
I sighed in frustration, "I wish I knew at least one of my parents," I grumbled covering my face with my hands. I've never really had a family except for Kratos, and he was like my father that trained me to kill people.
"Don't worry, I'm sure your parent will claim you once you get there," he tried to make me feel better. I shook my head knowing he was wrong. If my parent hadn't claimed me back then, then they surely won't claim me now. Especially since I'm not even in the right time era.
"Where are we?" I felt a bit curious about my new surroundings.
"Long Island, New York, United States of America," What is America? I couldn't ask that question, otherwise things would get a bit interesting.
"Do you have a map?" I asked. He nodded and handed me a map of the world. I gazed at it instantly finding Greece and reading all the new countries names. Next I found this so called America. It was across the Atlantic Ocean on this huge continent thing. "Whoa," I mouthed feeling a bit overwhelmed by how large the world truly was.
Memphis grabbed the map from me. I was about to protest until I saw the camp. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood," we got out of the car and he started leading me up a hill. "This is Half-Blood hill," we walked up and looked down at the rest of the camp. It was pretty large. "Over there is Thalia's Pine—"
"Is that the Golden Fleece?" I cut him off.
He nodded, "Yes, so you know a bit about Greek history?"
I nodded, more than you know.
"Let's meet Chiron, he'll be happy that there's a new camper here," Memphis pulled me along to this really big house. "This is the Big House," go figure. He led me onto the porch. On the porch was an old man in a wheel chair and Dionysus playing cards.
I gulped and stiffened when I saw him. It seemed like it had only been a week or so ago that I was planning to kill him. I hoped so much that he did not recognize me. I did not pray because well I might of ended up praying to him, and well me trying to be undercover would go poof.
"This is Mr. D and Chiron, Chiron and Mr. D this is—uh, I never go your name did I?" Memphis asked.
I shrugged, "You never asked,"
Chiron turned and smiled at me, "A new member, eh? Where did you find her?"
"I found her wondering the streets of New York. She's an orphan, sir," Memphis reported.
"Oh, a tragic tale, interesting," Dionysus mused.
"What are you doing here? Are you not the god Dionysus and should be on Olympus?" I asked him a bit coldly.
He looked up from his cards to slightly glare at me, "I was sent down here for punishment," he told me.
"Is that true?" Chiron asked me about me being an orphan.
"Yes, sir,"
"Hmp, so your godly parent could be a god or goddess. Interesting. Well Memphis you should show her to Hermes cabin. That is where you will be staying until your heritage is known," he smiled at me, but then got a puzzled look. "We never did catch your name. What is it?"
"Althea," he gave me a questioning look as though he had a hunch that I was the Althea from many years ago.
Memphis and I started walking down the to the rest of the camp. "Here's a map," he handed me up a piece of folded up paper. "I'm a satyr by the way,"
"You have goat feet?" I asked and he nodded. I giggled a bit.
"How is that funny?" he asked.
"I do not know it is just that I have not laughed in such a long time," I smiled. It made him crack a smile too.
"Well here are all the cabins. Each one represents a different main god or goddess: Demeter, Dionysus, Hermes, Ares, Athena, Apollo, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Artemis, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hera," he pointed to each one as he said the name. "Artemis and Hera are always empty. Zeus and Poseidon are supposed to be empty, but they do have each an occupant. Poseidon has Percy Jackson, but he's gone for school. Zeus has Thalia, and she should be here somewhere," he looked around. "Eh, she's somewhere. Now let's go introduce you to your cabin leaders,"
He led me too a cabin that looked a bit run down. "Now your cabin leaders are Connor and Travis Stoll, ok?"
"Ok," I swear I was going to rip his head off if he kept on treating me like a little child. He knocked on the door and out popped two kids who looked my age, maybe a year older.
"Who is she?" they both asked in unison.
"My name is Althea," they held out their hands for me to take. I took both of them. "And who is who?"
The taller one spoke, "I am Travis,"
"I'm Connor," the other spoke. "Do you want us to show you around camp?" he asked smiling.
"That's my job!" Memphis argued in a huff.
"So, I would like to escort the pretty lady," he hooked arms with me and Travis did on the other side.
"You know she could be your sister," Memphis tried to burst their bubble, but I think that bubble must have been made of lead because they did not really care. They just shrugged him off and dragged me off to show me the rest of the camp.
"Over there is the Climbing Wall. It usually pours lava for more of a challenge,"
"When can I go on there?" So little training in the past—um—millenniums has been bothering me. I was really anxious to do SOMETHING other than walk around aimlessly following people.
"Uh, are you sure you can handle it?" Travis asked hesitantly. He was looking back and forth in between the wall and me like he was scared that I would die on it.
If anything were going to die it was the wall, "Yes, I am pretty it will be easily fun," I smiled.
"Well Ms. Cocky, maybe later you can die," Connor chuckled and pulled me along. "Over there is the Amphitheater," he pointed to something across some slightly covered in snow plains.
"What is it for?"
"Stuff," Travis shrugged.
I rolled my eyes, "Well that explains a lot, thank you,"
They continued dragging me places like the Mess Hall (they showed me the table I would be sitting at), the Arena where people fight (my favorite so far), the Armory (machines and me do not get along, so do not expect to be seeing me there anytime soon), the Stables (yeah, me and horses? Not the best of friends to say the least. I've only almost got trampled many times by them), the forest where they played games like capture the flag and such (they made sure they mention that you were NOT allowed to kill or purposely injure some one while playing it), the Volleyball Courts, and the Arts and Crafts center.
We had arrived back at our cabin when Connor asked about the huge gash on my arm. Thankfully, before I had to make up a story about it something like a horn sounded. "Oh, it's time for dinner. Let's go," they both continued with their dragging routine to drag me to the table and set me down.
"Do we have to get up and get our food?" I asked.
They both chuckled, "Nah, we have servers here," soon in front of me was a plate with some meat, fruit, and bread. My stomach was not ready again, either that or the fact I was so hungry that I was not hungry. Soon a goblet was placed in front of me. "Just say the name of what drink you want and it will fill with whatever you want,"
"Non-alcoholic I'm guessing, so I guess I could go for just plain water right now," I took a sip and the water burnt my throat. Probably because I had not had water for such a long time. Eagerly, I drank the whole goblet as it filled with more.
"Goodness, it's like you haven't had water in years," some girl across the table joked.
I half-smiled trying to play along. I really had not drunk anything for years, a couple thousand years to be exact. "What is you name?"
"Elli," she answered. "And you are?"
"Althea," I couldn't help, but feel awkward because I had never been real close to people. "I'm new here,"
"Obviously, you look so out of place,"
"Really?" I laughed a bit. I was so out of place it was not even funny. Everyone started getting up, "Uh?"
"We are making offerings to the gods. Now come on," I picked up my plate and followed them. Everyone was pushing some of his or her food into the fire that was in the middle of the dining place silently making prayers to whomever god they chose to offer to. I made my way and scrapped off all of my meat. Thank you Artemis, Apollo, and Hermes. I smiled slightly and walked back to the table and sat back in my seat.