Not even Aphrodite saw this coming.

Ymir, undetermined, residing in the Hermes cabin is awful. Well, maybe awful is too harsh of a word, but she is sly, good at fighting one on one, and great at insults. Even though Hermes hasn't claimed her as his own, everyone is certain she's his daughter, especially Chiron.

At first glance she doesn't look like she could be that skilled in sword fighting, she's tall with tan skin and a ton of freckles. Usually, she looks as if she's bored or planning a prank. But with a sword in her hand, she becomes menacing, the few friends she does have get scared. And she reeks of power, something uncommon for a child of Hermes. The other half-bloods are right to steer away from her.

Ymir doesn't mind that many campers are scared of her, she embraces it, encouraging her reckless behavior. What she does mind is the fact that even though she's been at Camp Half-Blood for years (turning eighteen in a few months) no parent has claimed her as theirs. She knows everyone thinks her dad is Hermes, but she isn't sure.

When Ymir meets Christa Renz, the newest member of Cabin 11, her mind goes blank. A year younger, this girl is gorgeous, and nice. Ymir forgets about her reputation, and volunteers to give Christa a tour of camp. Her cabin mates are shocked, but know better than to say anything.

Christa is shy at first, but quickly warms up to Ymir.

"Have you fought any monsters?" Christa asks the taller girl, eyes wide, giving Ymir the impression she's scared.

"I fought off a dracaena once." Ymir says.

Christa is grinning. "Really? That's awesome? Do they have them here at camp? Do I get to fight a monster soon?" she questions excitedly, catching Ymir off guard.

"Whoa! No we don't have them here, if you're lucky, you won't have to fight anything out there." she explains, surprised by the new girl's enthusiasm.

Christa pouts, and Ymir notices the makeup she has on, perfectly applied.

"Besides," she adds. "I'm guessing you're the daughter of Aphrodite, fighting probably isn't your thing."

There is a wild look in Christa's eyes, making Ymir regret her words.

"What makes you think I'm Aphrodite's?"

Ymir gulps. "You're uh, really pretty, and fragile looking. Plus your makeup, I just assumed…"

Christa huffs in a manner that doesn't help her cause. "I think I'll go back to the cabin now."

Ymir tries to protest, but she can tell Christa is angry, so she backs off. Glumly, Ymir wanders around, till dinner. She's one of the first ones seated, and hopes Christa will sit next to her, but she doesn't, she's at the far side of the picnic table. Ymir sighs, aware she blew it.

Dionysus makes a toast, welcoming the new camper, History Rice. Chiron has to correct him, and Dionysus unapologetically says Historia Reiss.

"Actually, I go by Christa." Christa pipes up, barely heard.

After dinner, Ymir scrambles over to Christa in the overcrowded cabin.

"Here." she says, handing the blonde a bag of toiletries and a clean pillow. "Sorry about earlier."

Christa blinks and murmurs a thank you. Ymir gives her a small smile and makes her way to her bunk.

The next day, in the arena, Ymir is effortlessly sword fighting with fellow campers, proud of her victories against Reiner (son of Hephaestus) and Annie (daughter of Hermes).

She wipes some sweat off her brow, and nearly drops her sword when she sees Christa, armored up and holding a blade that looks too heavy for her.

"Are you serious?"

Christa nods. Ymir can't help but smirk.

"Okay, but just because you're new, don't expect me to go easy on you."

Ymir makes a swing, and Christa blocks it without a problem. This continues, and Ymir finally understands that Christa is no daughter of Aphrodite. Ymir wins, but barely.

Ymir walks over to shake her hand.

"You, uh, you're good. You definitely proved me wrong." Ymir laughs nervously.

Christa smiles a smile so sweet it's hard to believe she's not related to the Goddess of Love.

"That was my goal. Want to show me around the rest of camp?" the blonde asks, her cheeks rosy from fighting.

"Right now?" Ymir responds.

Christa frowns. "Unless you have something else planned."

"I just um, I'm sweaty."

"So am I!" Christa points out, ignoring how flustered Ymir is. "So are you going to show me or not?"

Ymir does, and the two get along much better than last time. Ymir receives a few surprised glances from others, and she can't help but hear the whispered "Ymir is being nice?" If Christa hears them, she's paying no attention.

When a few Ares members approach them, Ymir does her best to look tough on the outside, even though she's panicking.

"So we finally know your type, huh?" a muscular son of Ares asks.

Ymir turns faintly red. "What are you talking about, punk?"

"After always being mean to newcomers," the other one begins. "You've actually grown soft, for a girl." he snickers. "It's pretty pathetic."

"What are you talking about?" Christa butts in.

"Just how the rudest camper is actually a big mushy dyke." the two laugh.

Ymir clenches her fists and the air is chilled- an abnormity that the perfect weather is supposed to prevent.

"So what?" Christa glares at them, a sight even more frightening than Ymir's classic death stare.

A few more campers, gather around, staring and waiting for a potential fight.

A holographic spear is above the blonde's head.

Ymir gestures up, and Christa gasps in surprise. She recovers quickly.

"Is this any way to treat your sister's friend?" Christa asks her half-brothers. They shake their heads, instantly realizing their mistake.

"That's what I thought." Christa grabs Ymir's hand and leads her away, leaving the other campers astonished. Christa doesn't stop walking till they're near an entrance to the woods.

"You- you're the daughter of Ares." Ymir says.

"Are you really that surprised?" Christa asks, fierce looking. She softens when she notices how sad Ymir looks. "What's wrong?"

"It's just, this is only your second day at camp, and your father claimed you. I've been here for years and I don't know who my dad is." Ymir answers, her breath a little shaky. "I'm glad you know yours though."

Christa gives Ymir a small smile. "I wish you knew who yours was, do you have any idea?"

The taller girl shakes her head. "Chiron suspects it's Hermes, and that… kind of makes since there's this one trick, but I don't know why he wouldn't have claimed me yet."

"What trick?" Christa asks.

Ymir grins darkly.