A/N: Here it is! Part one of my first chapter. That's right, part one. I ended up having so many pages I had to split this up into parts. It took awhile, but I finally did it. Hope you all like it!

Diary Entry #1

Date: May 3rd, 2011

So this is going to sound crazy- hell, it sounds crazy to me- but I woke up today with no memory of who I am, wearing some old, orange shirt that said Cpam Hlfa-Boldo, and, oh yeah, with a giant demon dog licking my face. Scared me so bad I almost stabbed the poor thing in the face. Yeah, I have a bronze dagger. Think it couldn't get weirder? Well, you would be wrong. After I calmed down and realized the demon dog, whom I named Demonia (Dem for short), was my friend, I found this journal in my backpack. It's filled with diary entries from someone named Camilla Rose, which I assumed was me. But it looked like one of those top secret FBI files, where all but a few words are blacked out. So I started (continued?) writing in this journal. But only after I... Well, you'll see...

Camilla had officially decided someone out in the universe hated her. What other explanation could there be for a day like today? First, she woke up with no memory and a demon dog above her, then she managed to find her way out of the woods and into an old, rundown town after what felt like 3 freaking hours, and now she was being surrounded by 10 feet tall, one-eyed monsters wearing the worst combination of denim shorts, leather vests, tie-dyed shirts, and bone and weapons accessories Camilla had ever seen.

"S-stay back! I have a dagger!", Camilla shouted as she brandished her bronze dagger at the Cyclopes.

"Ha! We pick our teeth with sticks like that!", one Cyclops declared with a deep, hearty laugh.

"Yeah, or we use them to cut up other demikids, right Barney?", chortled the other monster, obviously a bit duller than his companion from his slurred speech and the rusted trash can lid he was using as a shield.

"It's Barnabas, you numbskull! Barn-a-bas.", the first Cyclops, Barnabas, grumbeled as he smacked his partner on the head with his pipe/club. Camilla saw her chance to escape, turning to run but was unfortunately snatched up by Barnabas.

"And just where do you think you're going, half-pint?", he mocked, squeezing Camilla until she thought her ribs would break.

"Haha, good one Barney! You called her half-pint since she's a short half-blood!", 'Numbskull' guffawed.

"Dammit Jeffery, shut up!", Barnabas growled, smacking poor Jeffery on the head. Camilla used this as a distraction to free her right arm and slice her dagger across Barnabas's wrist, causing him to howl in pain, dropping Camilla. Rolling to her feet, Camilla let her instincts take over and charged Barnabas. She jumped and let out a ferocious roar as she stabbed the Cyclops in the gut. A second later, Barnabas was nothing but a pile of black sand.

"What...? How- oof!", Camilla grunted as Jeffrey smacked her with his trash can shield. She was thrown back into the dumpster, slamming her head against the metal so hard she wondered if it had cracked.

"You killed Barney!", Jeffrey shouted, advancing on the dazed girl. Camilla tried and failed to stay awake, and the last thing she saw before she passed out was Jeffrey exploding into dust, revealing a tall teenage boy with brown hair and bright green eyes behind him, holding a gold broadsword with strange green runes along the blade.

"Can't we leave her? She's one of them.", the boy said to an older man in dress clothes and a tweed jacket.

"No, Alabaster, we cannot. She may be able to answer some of our questions.", the man said, walking over to Camilla as she passed out.

A/N: Timeskip.

Camilla woke up on an old mattress lying on the floor of what looked like an old gas station.

"Ah, she's awake. Alabaster! Come speak with the young lady!", the man called out from his spot on the counter to the young teen outside, who huffed loudly and stayed where he was leaning on the door.

"Sorry about him. He doesn't exactly like people from Camp.", the man said, hopping off of the counter to walk over to Camilla, holding out a hand to help her up. Camilla glanced at the man and the Alabaster boy, then back to the man.

"Don't worry, I won't bite.", the man said with a kind smile. Camilla hesitantly took his hand, pulling herself to her feet.

"There you go. My name's Dr. Edward Claymore, and the brooding young man outside is Alabaster C. Torrington. And you are?", Claymore asked, letting go of Camilla's hand.

"Uh... I...", Camilla mumbled, about to confess that she had no idea when the Alabaster kid walked in and announced, "It doesn't matter who she is. She's not going to help us, and she's obviously better now so we can just go. And drop the nice act, Claymore. It's freaky."

"Well how else am I supposed to warm up to her? Act like a fucking icicle?", Claymore snapped, surprising Camilla with the sudden attitude change.

"Look, miss... whatever your name is, Alabaster and I need some help. Hecate said we would find a lone demigod who today who could be the key to everything we've been working on, and I guess that's you.", Claymore explained with a frustrated sigh. Camilla blinked several times, then said, "It's Camilla, and... um... I don't actually know what you're talking about."

"See? I told you she wouldn't want to help.", Alabaster said with a scoff.

"No, it's not that. I just don't understand what you're talking about. Who are you? Who's Hecate? And...", Camilla trailed off, looking down at her tan, calloused hands before clenching them tightly and asking, "Who am I?"

The men shared a confused look, then Claymore spoke up and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I woke up this morning with no idea of who I am or what I'm doing here, and now you guys show up saying I'm the key to some mysterious problem. So can someone kindly explain what the hell is going on here?", Camilla asked loudly, her volume increasing due to the fact she was holding back a torrent.

"Well, that's fucking perfect! Thanks a lot, Hecate!", Claymore shouted, kicking a nearby pile of old cans. He growled out a, "I'm going for a walk.", and stalked out of the gas station. There was a long, awkward silence until Camilla spoke up.

"So... That happened.", she said simply. Alabaster sighed, though it sounded like a groan, and asked, "So you don't remember anything? Not even where you got that shirt?"

"I already told you, I don't know. The last thing I remember is waking up in this giant crater with a demon dog-"

"You mean a hellhound? How did you get away from it?"

"I didn't. It just licked me and disappeared into the shadows."

"Licked you? But... Hellhounds aren't...", Alabaster mumbled, trailing off as he glanced at Camilla, then said, "Never mind. So you don't remember anything? Anything at all?"

"I already told you, no. Now do you know anything about me or not?", Camilla snapped irritably.

"Look, all I know is you're like me. A demigod. And in case you don't remember that either, demigods are children of the Greek Gods. Yeah, they're real. I don't know whose you are, or if you've even been claimed, but that shirt means you are a Half-Blood.", Alabaster ranted, stunning Camilla into silence.

"... You're insane.", she proclaimed after a moment.

"Yeah, I get that a lot. It's crazy, but it's true.", Alabaster insisted.

"No. No it's not. I'm just a girl with a weird case of amnesia, not some child of an ancient god!", Camilla exclaimed, running a hand through her hair.

"Hey, just calm down, alright?", Alabaster said, approaching Camilla.

"No! Get away from me!", Camilla shouted, pushing Alabaster away. She felt something shoot out from her hands, which were shaking so hard they felt like they were vibrating. Her ears were ringing, and some of the store items were on fire. When she was able to focus, Camilla saw that Alabaster was lying in the rubble of the counter, unconscious and glowing slightly. Did I do that...?, Camilla wondered, looking at her hands. Electricity sparked from her fingertips, making Camilla shake her hands in fear. After a moment, the sparks faded, and Camilla calmed down some. She looked over at Alabaster, and approached him hesitantly. Kneeling down next to him, Camilla checked for a pulse. After a tense few seconds, she felt a pulse under her fingers, eliciting a sigh of relief. How did I do that? It was like... Lightening... That came from me? How?, Camilla pondered, standing up. She spotted her ax in the corner and grabbed it, hurrying out of the store. She didn't know what was going on, or how she had shot lightning at Alabaster, but Camilla knew she couldn't stay here. Not anymore.

A/N: I know what you're thinking. Why did you make her a child of the Big Three? Don't worry, not everything is as it seems… ;)