Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore, So Do Our Minutes Hasten To Their End.' -William Shakespeare

Prologue

A man with a dark navy suit adjusted his seating as leaned forward. The man next to him wore a less professional Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts.

"Speak up. I won't kill anyone." Urged the navy-suited man.

A beautiful blonde woman rolled her eyes and glanced at herself in a hand mirror. "So not like last time, brother?" She muttered.

The man glared at her. "Aphrodite, do you have anything to say?"

"Of course not, Zeus. Why would I want more children anyway?"

A woman with a thick black braid and dark grey eyes sighed. "Aphrodite, have you been paying attention to the number of children you've been popping out? Though I must admit, the child is smart, she is not mine."

Aphrodite shrugged, speaking to the black-haired woman. "She might as well be yours, Athena. She's just as awkward as your other spawn."

The man in the hawaiian shirt frowned, coughing into his hand. "I think- no, she couldn't be,"

Zeus turned to the first man. "Poseidon?"

Poseidon looked away. Athena's brow furrowed.

"You know." Athena murmured. "She has a striking resemblance to..."

"She can't be."

"He would have known, wouldn't he?"

"The brother? Or-"

"Of course the brother you dimwitted mortal."

"How dare you insult me!"

The argument suddenly slowed to a stop, as if waiting for permission to continue.

"I believe she is." They finally agreed.

CHAPTER ONE

"Gemmalyn. Gem. Wake up, Gemmalyn!"

"Five more minutes," I moan, slitting my eyes. Two ice-blue eyes were right in my face. It was one of my best-friends, Travis Stoll. Even if he was a few years older than me, he was great. His brother, Connor Stoll was a year older than me, and he was my best friend, too. Ever since I came to Camp Half Blood, that is.

You See, Camp Half Blood is 'camp' for Greek demi-gods. Demigods are children of Greek Gods, or Roman Gods. Yeah, all that Perseus and Theseus stuff? It happened. We train to fight mythological creatures. I'm someone's kid, I just haven't been claimed yet. I'm only at this camp because the camp director, Chiron (Again, the guy in the storybooks.) thinks I'm, and quote, "Special". Oh, I'm special all right. I'm not sure how the other half-bloods think I'm a demigod, but they're convinced I'll probably show off some powers eventually. I'm praying I won't sprout wings one day and fly off. I'm special for one reason; I'm fourteen. Four years ago, Percy Jackson -who everyone thinks is the hottest guy at camp, but, I don't see it.- son of Poseidon made a 'law' that a God must claim their child before their thirteen. But, that's a little late for me. I should be grateful for being whisked away to go on dangerous adventures, but I'm not sure that's exactly my forte. I'm just stuck here fighting hay dummies with a son of the sea god.

Frowning, I sat up.

"Geez, Travis, I was tryin' to sleep." I whisper. The Hermes (God of theft and travel.) cabin - where all demigods go un-claimed, until they are (claimed, that is)- was packed with kids, claimed and unclaimed, trying to sleep in.

"You're training today, sleeping beauty." He reminds me, laughing, before waking the others around me by clashing his metal shield against the post of my bunk that I had shared with some poor girl who always has a cold.

A chorus of; "Gods, Travis!" "Leave us alone!" and "Some of us haven't adjusted to Camp Times!" 's echo around the cabin. I shake out my wavy brown hair from my face and sit up, making sure I don't hit my head on the top of my bunk.

"I'll be late, again." I mutter, racing to get in line for the bathroom.

A/N: Please read The Heroes, a companion book on . It is posted by danuggets, my good friend. This story is posted on wattpad under the same name. Wattpad is more of a priority to me, so if this is not updated, please check wattpad for the updated version.