He looked around Camp Half Blood for the first time and stared in awe at all of the cabins and training areas.

"Welcome to your new home," the satyr next to him said as he munched on a tin can. "Hopefully your divine parent will recognize you before the sun begins to set."

"Do you know who that might be?" the ten year-old boy asked clutching his backpack straps tightly. "And will I really find out that quickly."

"The gods kind of have to, ever since they made that deal with one of Poseidon's kids, and so far they've managed to keep their promise." The satyr led the boy down the hill towards the farm house.

They approached the farm house where Chiron was sitting on the porch playing cards with Mr. D. "Who have we hear, Perry," Chiron asked looking up at the pair coming towards them.

"Another brat cousin of mine by the looks of it," Mr. D snapped, "It's your turn horse."

"The name's Corey, sir," said the boy tightening his grip on the straps.

"And you last name?" Chiron asked politely trying not to frighten the child.

"Minzak. Corey Minzak," the satyr answered for him, who gave him an appreciative smile.

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood," Chiron greeted him offering his hand, which Corey accepted cautiously. "Do you know who your parent is, or are you still unclaimed."

"Unclaimed, sir," Corey stammered.

"Well you haven't turned thirteen yet, which was a demand Percy made five years ago that the Olympians still honor, so you will be claimed in time," Chiron said. "For now you can stay in the Hermes Cabin, Perry will you lead him?" The satyr nodded and led Corey away.

"Something feels very odd about him," Dionysus said under his breath.

Corey entered the Hermes cabin and was instantly greeted by Connor Stoll, "Welcome to Cabin Eleven."

Corey gave a weak smile and looked around the cabin at a rather large number of children scattered around the cabin.

"Seems like a lot of people," Connor sighed, "but thanks to the new cabins it is only a third of who used to live in here."

Corey scanned the beds, "Twenty-one," he said without realizing.

"What?" Connor asked shocked.

"Hmm, oh twenty-one beds," Corey said timidly. Connor looked at him strangely. "Sorry, I just kind of notice things and then state them randomly."

"Sure, I guess we all have some sort of quirk." Connor still eyed the boy suspiciously, "you'll probably be claimed by Athena in no time. I should introduce you to Annabeth." Corey shrugged still gripping tightly to the straps of his backpack. "Why don't you put that down and I'll give you a tour."

"I'm fine carrying it. I don't want anything to go missing," Corey stated calmly.

"Whatever," Connor said, "let's go."

Connor led Corey around the cabins and explained to him that each one was designated for the children of one specific god or goddess. After the first few, Corey began recognizing markings or symbols on each cabin that belonged to a specific deity, and named them before Connor could. After the cabins, Connor showed him the dining and training areas of the camp.

They sat just outside of the training area as a group from the Ares cabin faced off against a team of Athena, Eris, and Nemesis campers in a hand to hand combat match. The match lasted an hour with only three campers still standing two from Ares' Cabin facing off a camper from Nemesis' Cabin. The child of Nemesis used a dual sword technique that quickly disarmed both Ares' campers.

"You ever fight with a sword before," Connor asked Corey. Corey answered with a shake of his head. "Well its time you learn," he said picking up two broad swords and handed one to Corey.

"What do you want me to do?" Corey asked as his hand holding the sword trembled.

"Just defend against my attacks," Connor commanded as he began swinging the sword rather slowly to get Corey used to the idea of a sword coming at him. Corey tried to block but every time the swords hit he lost his grip and his blade fell to the ground. "Just keep trying you'll get it," Connor told him and he nodded in agreement.

"He's definitely not one of Ares' kids," said one of the Ares' campers, who stayed to watch Connor train the new kid and get a feel for his strengths and weaknesses. "His probably one of those weakling kids of Morpheus or Hypnos."

"Leave him alone it's his first time holding a sword," Connor yelled at the camper.

"It's ok," Corey said timidly, "just give one second to look at something." He ran over to his backpack that he left at the side of the ring. Connor looked at him like he was nuts but just shrugged his shoulders. Corey opened the one compartment and pulled out a stack of books and looked through them until he found the one he had sought.

"He's reading a book. Forget Morpheus and Hypnos he's got to be the child of one of the Muses." The Ares' Camper laughed hysterically, but Corey ignored him.

"That's enough Peter," Connor was getting annoyed with the Ares' camper. "Let's go Corey. You can't learn how fight with a sword unless you practice." He stepped towards the boy and saw the title of the book Corey was reading through The Art of Swordsmanship. He watched Corey's right hand as he read and noticed it was moving in a variety of different ways.

Corey put the book away and stood up, "I'm ready," and grabbed his sword.

"Sure thing, kid," Connor said doubtfully.

"This should be good," Peter said mockingly.

Corey and Connor began to spar, but unlike the previous try Corey was parrying every single strike Connor threw at him. Connor figured it must be beginner's luck and began striking harder and faster, but Corey deflected every attack. The Hermes' counselor was stunned by the mastery Corey seemed to have acquired simply by reading a book.

Peter stared in disbelief and pulled out his bronze sword before jumping in next to Connor. Even with two campers fighting him Corey maintained his ground. As the three sparred, an audience of campers surrounded the three of them. Corey fought with swift clean swings and barely broke a sweat as both Connor and Peter began to grow winded. After fighting for close to thirty minutes, Corey disarmed both of the experienced fighters with two quick flicks of his wrist and caught both swords in his free hand. The entire crowd stared in awe as a new untrained unclaimed camper disarmed two older extremely experienced campers both of whom had fought in the Second Titan War.

"How could you do that," Peter asked in a half growl, "you said you've never held a sword before, but you fought like Ares' himself." Peter calmed a bit, "perhaps you're a child of Ares after all."

"He's not," a young woman's voice said from behind, "he's clearly a child of Athena." Everyone turned to see Annabeth standing next to Corey's backpack. "When have the children of Ares actually read a book? Besides he has the grey eyes of the wisdom goddess." Connor and Peter both looked at Corey's face.

"But he's not blonde," a voice in the crowd called out.

"Right, don't all of you thought children have blonde hair," Peter questioned Annabeth.

"True, but that doesn't mean it's a requirement," Annabeth countered.

"I think he's something else entirely," Mr. D. said as he approached the group. "Back up Anne and Paul, and let me look at him."

Corey dropped all three swords as Dionysus approached. "Perry get over here." The satyr approached. "What made you find this child?"

"He smelled like a demi-god, sire," the satyr answered carefully, "so I brought him here."

"Is that so?" Dionysus questioned glaring at Corey. "Very well, until you are claimed you will live in the farmhouse where I can keep an eye on you." He turned and Corey followed grabbing his backpack on the way.