A/N: Now, I'm only going to say this once, I do not own PJATO: The Titan's Curse. And I don't own Javier Vargas, playstationdemon does. If you want to know more about Javier, read Son of the Moon Lit Sky.

Demigod Cannonball Run

The Alexander Chronicles

Part Three

Chapter One: Javier

It had only been three months, and I was ready to kill Thalia. Every day it got worse and worse, so much so that I was almost ready to move to the mortal world with Percy, or even the Underworld just to get away from her. Every morning, I prayed to Hestia to find her a new family. At noon, I asked Hera to take her to Olympus. And at night, I prayed to Hades and Artemis, begging one of them to take her.

Unfortunately, one day I made the mistake of praying too close to her, and she challenged me when we got back to our cabin. "Praying to the gods to get rid of me, eh? I'll show you!" We quickly picked up from where we had left off yesterday, and an hour later, we had destroyed Hera's cabin and burned the roof off of Demeter's, and Chiron was chewing us out again.

After he had left, Annabeth came up to me. "Hey, Alex."

"Annabeth, please tell me you weren't the one that told Chiron."

"Sorry. I would have let you two fight it out, I thought that might calm you two down. But when you destroyed Hera's cabin, I had to tell Chiron."

"Thanks a lot, Annabeth."

"But that's not why I'm here. Dennis brought in another half-blood today."

"Another one? Sheesh, how many does that make? Seven? Eight? And he still doesn't have a searchers' license?"

"Not for lack of support from the Council of Cloven Elders. Apparently, he simply doesn't want one. Oh, and Chiron wants to meet with us in an hour."

I walked off, telling her that I needed to make sure Clarisse didn't 'initiate' him. Once I was out of earshot, I started muttering about how much I hated Thalia. I heard someone else muttering "hate this place." I didn't realize how close he was until we bumped into each other, and I knocked him to the ground. He looked like he was about twelve years old, he had dark brown hair, deep blue eyes, and pale skin. He was wearing filthy clothes that looked like he hadn't changed them in more than a week, and smelled like he'd been dunked in toilet water, and military dog tags around his neck. But the most intriguing thing about him was his scent: it smelled like dew on grass and gave the impression of the coolness of the night. "Clarisse give you the initiation?" He just nodded. "I thought I told her to stop doing that. Anyway, welcome to Camp Half-Blood, my name is Alex."

"Javier, Javier Vargas."

"That's 'Havier' with a 'J,' right?" He nodded. "Hmm, I'd have expected you to have darker skin with a name like that. Hey, you been given the grand tour yet?"

He shook his head, so I showed him around. He was pretty quiet, until we got to the cabins. "Whoa, what happened to that cabin?"

"Eh heh. Um, that was Hera's cabin. As to what happened, Thalia and I happened."

"I take it that you two don't get along very well?"

"No, how did you know?"

"When the blonde girl told Chiron that you two were fighting, he acted like it happened fairly often. And, what do you mean, Hera's cabin?"

"Well, each of the twelve cabins has a single Olympian as their sponsor."

"Sponsor?"

"Well, for the most part the cabins are occupied by that Olympians children. The one exception is Hermes. Being the god of travelers, he isn't picky about who stays in his cabin."

"Wait a minute, what do you mean, 'the Olympians children?'"

"You mean Chiron hasn't told you? Ay yai yai, I'd expect that of my brother, but not Chiron. And especially not Annabeth. Listen, this place is for special people, like you and me."

"You mean crazy people?"

"No. You know about the Olympians, right? Well they're still around, following the flame of Western Civilization. And they're still hooking up and having kids with mortals. This camp is for their children. Half-blood, as in half human and half Olympian. Or as I prefer, demigods."

"Come on, I'm not a demigod. I'm just a Catholic orphan."

"First, who says you can't be a Christian and a demigod? George Washington was, so were Harriet Tubman and Abraham Lincoln. And I'm a Messianic Jew, so how's that a problem? The way I see it, the Olympians are just another created being. More powerful than humans, but created beings, and mortal, kind of. And there are ways to tell a demigod from a mortal. You were diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia, right?"

"Yeah, but what's that got to do with anything?"

"And you got into the camp, and you see things that are supposed to be myths, right? Like centaurs, satyrs, nymphs? Also, you never knew one of your parents."

"How did you know?"

"All those point to you being a demigod. The dyslexia? Your brain is hardwired for Greek. The ADHD allows you to survive in fights with other demigods and monsters."

"You mean like the snake-woman?"

"Exactly. And the fact that you could see that she wasn't human is the final proof. A mortal would only see a normal woman. But as demigods, we're gifted with the ability to see through the Mist, something that's created when the mythological world mixes with the mortal world. Your missing parent is your Olympian parent. And mortals can't enter the camp without permission. Any who tried would hit a barrier. My mom tried that a few months ago."

"So, who's your Olympian parent?"

"Zeus. Thalia's my half-sister. Annabeth, that's the blond girl from earlier, her mom is Athena."

"Okay, any idea who my mom is?"

"Normally, I would. See, when my dad found out that mom was pregnant with me, he made my divine siblings give me gifts. Dionysus, that's the grouchy, chubby dude with Chiron, he gave me the ability to find out who other demigods Olympian parent was. For the most part, I'm able to figure it out, but yours is a mystery."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm usually able to tell because a demigods' scent is connected to their parent in some way. Clarisse smells like gunpowder and blood because her dad is Ares, god of war. But you, you smell like the early morning dew on the grass. I can't think of any Greek deity that would give off that scent, except for maybe Artemis. But she's taken a vow to be a virgin for eternity. Now this is the Hermes cabin, where you'll be staying until your mom claims you." He thanked me and walked off to the cabin, and I breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, I was almost scared of him and I didn't know why. It wasn't because I couldn't figure out who his mom was. Heck, there were still dozens in the Hermes cabin that I couldn't figure out. I wanted to be a friend to him, but something held me back. I wondered if my fear actually had something to do with our parents, like Annabeth and Percy had been in the beginning. But that was a problem for later, right now, I needed to go to the Big House to meet with Chiron.

A/N: Welcome to Demigod Cannonball Run! Up next will be Trouble in Maine. Please, Read and Review! Oh, and PSD, if I messed up on Javier's reactions, sorry! Let me know what you want different, and I'll fix it.