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A boy woke up in the woods. He had no memory except his own name.

"Blake," he whispered to himself. He walked through the woods for what seemed like hours, but he would discover it was only minutes in his life. He smelled a disgusting smell coming from behind him.

He was about to turn around when he heard a bark. Something in the back of his mind told him to run. As he ran he noticed that he was picking up speed at amazing rates.

Then everything went wrong. As he ran he tripped over a root of a tree. The last thing he remembered before he passed out was his eyes shining bright gold…

~~~~ 3 Hours Later ~~~~

A Hunter of Artemis was doing her daily patrol when she noticed something unusual: an area covered in golden dust. She curiously peered at the clearing, and she let out a small gasp as she saw a tall boy unconsciousness.

The light of the full moon made his pale skin glow. His hair that was such a dark brown that it could easily mistaken for a rich raven shade, contrasted in a shocking, but somehow handsome way. His snug black shirt had a rip down it, and where there should have been a gory wound was just a faint white line that faded in front of the Hunter's astonished eyes.

She lightly bit her lip in worry, before a determined look came into her eyes. She nodded to herself once, before cautiously walking to the boy who must have been only fifteen. She squared herself as she rearranged her bow and quiver, and she reached down to the teen. She picked him up with a grunt and swung him over her shoulder.

She stumbled under his weight as she headed in the direction of the camp. When she finally made it to the camp she gently propped him up against a tree trunk, and hesitated before walking into the camp.

She was totally screwed. Lady Artemis was going murder her - or worse: turn her into a guy.

She walked through the camp, knowing that she looked like someone about to walk the plank.

Well this day is going to be fine and dandy, she sarcastically thought to herself.

The Hunter sighed as she slowly stepped into Artemis's tent. She tried not to fidget as the goddess walked up to her.

"Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Artemis laughed, showing her pearly teeth. The goddess moved her auburn curls out from her face as she gave her Hunter an amused look. The beautiful goddess finally noticed her grave face. "Sarah?"

"Uh... er... Lady Artemis... we've got a little bit of a problem..." Sarah trailed off, avoiding looking at her leaders silvery eyes.

"What is it?" Artemis asked concerned, fingering her dagger that was at her hip as if getting ready to fight a threat to her camp.

Sarah nervously bit her lip, ready to attempt to bolt from an angry goddess. "I - er... I found a boy in the woods -"

"Wait!" Artemis cut in with a deathly calm expression. "Are you trying to tell me that you have betrayed me and fallen in love?" The goddesses eyes flashed angrily.

"NO! No, Lady Artemis! He was injured! He's sitting outside of camp unconscious. I believe that he is a half-blood."

Artemis narrowed her eyes. Her eye twitched, as she took a deep, calming breath.

"Okay," Artemis finally said. "I will help this boy," she spat, "but only because I cannot afford to get on any more gods bad sides." Artemis paused for a second. "It better not be another of Poseidon's brats," she muttered under her breath.

Sarah released a breath that she did not even know that she was holding.

~~~~ 2 Days Later ~~~~

The boy woke in an infirmary. He blearily looked around the infirmary as he tried to figure out where he was. He managed to sit up, and he searched through his mind for the last thing he remembered.

He fell back on the bed with a thump as he remembered. Great. Some kind of demon-dog had attacked him, and he had been a clumsy idiot and had fallen over a root of all things!

Blake groaned to himself.

"Seems the new kid is awake," a girl sneered.

Blake forced himself to open his eyes and saw a tall girl leaning in the doorway. Her brown eyes had an amused glint in them, and she blew a strand of her brown hair from her face.

"Where am I?" Blake asked, ignoring her rudeness.

"Camp Half-blood, newbie," the girl grinned.

"That nick-name is rather rude," Blake retorted, his mind on the new information. Camp Half-blood? Why does that sound familiar? he thought confused.

"You'll get used to it." The girl smirked. "What's your name anyway?"

"Blake," he answered. "What's yours?"

"I'm Clarisse, Daughter of Ares," she said smugly.

"Ares?" Blake asked, his head tilting to the side thoughtfully. "Isn't Ares that Greek god dude? The God of War?"

"That's my dad," Clarisse grinned.

"But Greek mythology is, you know, not real," Blake said confused.

Clarisse suddenly frowned. Comprehension flooded over her face. "Oh... you really are a newbie, then."

"What are you talking about?" Blake asked frustratingly. He really did not like being confused, even though it seemed like he was going to have to get used to it quickly.

"Just a second," she waved his question off. She peered around the doorway. "Hey, Chiron! Come 'ere!"

"Coming!" a man's voice yelled, and Blake heard the strangest noise on the wood outside the infirmary - were those hoofs?

The man - Chiron - poked his head around Clarisse, and Blake idly wondered why he was wearing armor over his bare chest.

"You're awake!" Chiron grinned, walking through the doorway. Blake tried not to stare - he really did - but his eyes bulged as he saw the the man was a horse from waist down. Chiron noticed his flabbergasted expresssion. "Oh, you don't know do you?"

Blake numbly shook his head.

"Okay, basically one of your parents is one of the Olympian god - otherwise you wouldn't have gotten through the camp boundaries. Monsters will try to hunt you down and kill you - now don't give me that look! You're safe here. They can't get through the boundaries."

Blake slowly responded, "So you're telling me that Greek mythology is real, I'm half-god, and monsters are going to try and kill me for the rest of my life."

Chiron beamed. "You're catching on fast! Now we just need to get you moved into Hermes's cabin since we are unsure of who your godly parent is."

As soon as he finished his sentence a huge burst of flame lit up the infirmary. Where the building should of had scorch marks and possibly fire, there was nothing but a girl who looked to be about eight years old.

"No," the girl demanded with a voice that dripped power and authority. "He shall have his own cabin. Hermes's boys will corrupt him otherwise."

"Uh - uh, of course, L-lady Hestia," Chiron stuttered, looking at the goddess with a look of utmost confusion on his face.

The goddess just gave a childish grin before disappearing in another blast of flame.

Chrion just stuttered as he looked at the place where Hestia had been just a second before.

"Chiron!" a boy yelled, running in. "A pitch black cabin just appeared out of no where beside the Ares cabin!"

Clarisse grinned. "Well, it seems I have a new neighbor!"

Chiron finally stopped stuttering. "Um, Clarisse will be your guide then...?" the half-horse said faintly.

AN:

Hey guys this is my first fan fiction. I already have most of it laid out in my mind. If I do need help I will make sure to say so. I hope all of you guys and girls like it very much so far. I hope none of you guys hated this chapter and expect more soon. I do plan to make several sequels to this story. Hope you have all enjoyed and see ya some other time. Peace out!