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Chapter 1- A Sort-Of Introduction

Evaline's POV

The van's breaks grind to a screeching, grinding halt in front of the dirt path that leads to home. My mother looks at me with longing before giving me a peck on the cheek.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You know you will always have a place at home with me?" She says sadly.

"I'm sure. I'll be okay Mom, it IS Camp Halfblood. You met Percy last summer; he'll help me if I need it," I reassure her. Mom doesn't want me to go to Camp because she knows that I'll be staying year round this time. She's afraid I'll either die or not miss her at all.

"Yes, but what about when he leaves in August?! Who will look after you then?"
I look her in the eyes for the first time since I told her my decision.

"I will take care of myself."

With that I give her one more hug, grab my luggage from the back, and start treading on the familiar dirt hill, Halfblood Hill.

"REMEMBER TO TELL CHIRON ABOUT HOW YOU'VE BEEN FEELING SICK LATELY," she calls. I twist to slightly face her.

"I WILL," I call back.

When at the top of Halfblood Hill, I take in the gorgeous view. I can see all of Camp from here. Upon my gaze of Camp, I spot a big crowd of people near the Big House. Kacey Davidson, Chiron's daughter, is leading a game of Capture the Flag. I spot two of my best friend's in the crowd; Sandra Anderson and Joselyn Hunt.
Sandra has been going to Camp since she was eight years old. She was instantly claimed as a daughter of Apollo, works at the infirmary as a Doctor- like most of our healers- and as their entertainment.

Joselyn Hunt volunteers at the infirmary as an assistant. Being a daughter of Hades, she can sometimes sense if someone is going to die. Also because she likes helping and getting to know people. Josie has been coming to Camp since she was nine.

They haven't noticed me yet, thankfully. I feel too sick to my stomach to start training right off the bat. And I hate Capture the Flag; it takes time away from swimming, drawing, training, and chatting with friend's, catching up on the year we spent apart.

I don't realize I am tense until a cool ocean breeze sweeps through Camp and I breath it in. It relaxes me instantly. I take a deep breath.

Clink clink clink

The sound of armor pulls me out of my zen. Joselyn and Sandra are running up the hill, clad in full battle armor.

"Hey Eva! Capture the Flag is about to start! You might want to go set your stuff down," Josie notices just how much stuff I have "Oh yeah! I almost forgot that you are staying the year!" she excitedly remarks. Sandra giggles brightly.

"Umm, I think I'll pass on the Capture the Flag. I have to unpack plus been feeling sick to my stomach all week," I truthfully tell them.

A conch horn sounds, signaling that the game is about to start. Josie and Sandra put on matching helmets that I, for some reason, didn't notice they were carrying. Sandra and Jose are, luckily, on the same team, Eva thought. If they weren't, Joselyn would end up with a sun burn and Sandra would have to fight some dead people.

"Get well soon. We got to but we'll check up on you later," Sandra says.

"Percy said he was experiencing something similar. Maybe talk to him?" Joselyn suggests. I nod at them.

"Okay, thanks. Go kick butt," I say as a means of dismissal.

Joselyn shadow travels, leaving Sandra and I alone at the top of the hill. Sandra shoots me a look of sympathy, takes the sword charm from her charm bracelet, and in the blink of an eye it turns into an actual sword.

Before she runs off, Sandra says: "You might want to move, you're in battle ground."
She sprints off into the woods.

I hike up my bags and continue the walk to my cabin. A few people greet me with a simple 'hi' or 'hello' as I pass them. I regard them with a smile and reciprocate the greetings.

I spot Mr. D and his son, Greg, playing an aggressive game of pinnacle. Greg slams his fist on the table whilst cursing at his father. Mr. D, in response, sips his diet Coke with a smug look on his face.

"Holy shit; you plan on moving in Erma Melonson?" Mr. D calls.

"It's Eva Malone, and yes. I'm staying for the summer and this year," I call back.

"For Grapes sake!" Mr. D exclaims. He gestures to Greg "Go help the lady put her stuff away."

At the thought of helping me, Greg scowls and curses at his father some more. He stomps of, muttering something about needing a woman to boss around. I stand with all my luggage, shocked at what I just witnessed.

"Don't worry about Gordan. He's never been the same since the accident," Mr. D brushes it off.

"I know Mr. D," I say. He takes a big swig of his Diet Coke. He eyes me coldly

"Run along. Go unpack, give your brother Perry a hug."

I quickly run off to the cabin area. Again, people greet me and I reciprocate them before I finally get to the Poseidon cabin.

According to Percy, Camp has really upgraded the cabins since he was my age. Each person gets their own little cot with an area to put their things; a desk-like table with drawers for clothes, chair, and a weapons place. Not to mention a space under the bed to store extra luggage.

I unpack my things, trying to ignore the storm in my stomach. I put my art supplies on the desk, my clothes in the drawers, my 27 digit safe as well as spare clothes under my bed. I put the picture of my mother and I on my desk with a sigh.

Bad idea. An electric pain shoots through my torso, so powerful that I collapse to the ground due to my legs knocking.

Percy! Joselyn said Percy was having the same problem! But where to find him?
As soon as the wave of pain subdues, I manage to get back on my feet and saunter over to Percy's cot. Despite the mess, I manage to observe a calendar with this week all circled in sharpie. The words 'Greeting peeps' is scrawled in Percy's handwriting.

"It's Percy's shift to do tours," I say to myself. "Which means he's at the amphitheater."

I walk quickly over to the amphitheater, open the big door and pole my head in. Percy is on the stage with Grover giving a speech.

"So if you need anything, just ask your Cabin leader or one of the people mentioned," Percy concludes. He notices me.

"Eva! Sup sis?" he excitedly calls up. I enter, jumping when the door slams shut behind me. The 'class' chuckles nervously.

"Have any wisdom to place upon the new kids?" he asks, trying to sound hip. It's not working.

"Watch out for Mr. D and Greg. Don't mess with them, Joselyn Hunt, Nico-"

"Don't worry Miss Malone, we already briefed them on whom not to get on their bad side," Grover says.
"As to what's up, I need to talk to you. In private," I nervously tell him. Perch recognizes the seriousness of the matter.

"Okay young demi-gods!" Percy says with the type of fake enthusiasm only a sibling would be able to recognize. "That concludes my part of the welcome. Now our head Satyr Grover Underwood," he gestures to Grover, "will take you around the camp. Listen to him and behave."

Grover leads the group out and to the Big House. Once they are out of earshot Percy beckons me to sit next to him. I quickly oblige.

"So what's really up?" he asks, wincing a little. Percy's voice echoes a bit now that the room is empty. Another bolt of pain shoots through my torso right before I was going to reply. My stomach feels like something is squeezing it, trying to get all the juices out. I scrunch up my face while lurching forward in pain, holding my belly. I feel Percy pat me comfortingly on the back.

"So you have been getting these pains as well, huh?" he says. I nod. Percy runs over to a nearby garbage can and heaves up his lunch. He returns to Eva
"I think maybe we should go to the infirmary after Campfire. Sound okay?" Percy suggests.

"Yeah," I softly say.
Just then, the doors burst open. Sandra and Joselyn both look at Eva and Percy, their smiles fading.

"Sorry, are we intruding?" Sandra quietly asks, her voice amplified due to the amphitheater.

"Not at all," Percy shoots her a charismatic smile that could win him any election.

"In fact, I best be off. Have to go see how Annabeth is before Campfire starts."
Percy briskly leaves. I look at my friends expectantly.

"Yes?"

"We won Capture the Flag!" they exclaim in unison. I beam.

"Awesome! How about we celebrate at Campfire?"

They don't object.