My dream started out in the big house. There was a girl. She had bright turquoise eyes. Black hair down to her lower back- but there was something different about it. It had a strange dark blue tint that you could vaguely see under the fluorescents. She looked familiar, like my dad- like me. "So what's his name? Peter Johnson?" she asked boredly. "Percy Jackson." Chiron said obviously annoyed. Chiron was our camp's activity's director. He was looking much better. Last year he got crushed by a building. It looked like he would still walk with a limp because one of his legs was lifted with his hoof dangling in the air. Yeah, that's right- hooves. Chiron was a centaur, a half man half horse. Our camp was different then other camps- really different. It was full of demigods. Half human, half god.

But anyway, back to the dream. "But Mr.D said-!" "Mr.D was mistaken." Chiron said closing his eyes. Another camper ran up in a bright orange t-shirt. "Uh… You should come see what she did this time." He said. He looked like a kid from Hephaestus cabin. Then there was a giant explosion and the scene changed.

It was dark. A forest. A startled scream rang out. It echoed like it was in a canyon. I saw a figure running through the forest. A person. A satyr. My best friend, Grover. He was being chased by a giant figure. It looked like a snake. "Ssssssatyr!" It called. Grover tripped and my mind went black. "Percy! Wake up!" My mom yelled from the kitchen. "It's time to pack for camp!" I opened my eyes- my face was covered in cold sweat. My hand was under my pillow- already gripping my deadly ball point pen, Riptide. I sat up and uncapped it. It's blade glowed faintly. It comforted me.

I walked out to the kitchen only to find my mom with a plate of blue waffles. It had become an annual breakfast for the day I left for camp. After breakfast I got dressed and my mom told me to pack for camp. I didn't have to so I just sat on my bed and thought about my dreams. What was the explosion at camp? Where was Grover and what was that chasing him?

When I got to camp it was about noon. The sun was hot over head. When I got there I saw some of my friends- Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, Malcolm- I don't know his last name-, son of Athena, and Jake Mason, Son of Hephaestus. The kid in my dream that looked like Jake's brother was there to. We were walking down toward the lake when a giant explosion erupted from the forest. I jumped. "Whoa! What was that?" I asked. The kid with no name answered "Oh, that's just Badder. She's badder than bad." They all started laughing. "Is that why you call her that?" "No", Jake answered, "It's her last name. No one's sure what her first name is." "Her parentage?" "She's with us." No name said smiling.