My first fanfic on here! Eek! First of all, I do not own Percy Jackson or the books. That's Rick Riordan. And also, this setting happens before Camp Half-Blood added all the new minor god cabins and etc. Although I did keep Hades's cabin. Oh, and this story is mainly going to focus on characters based on people in real life. And thanks to lil'hawkeye3 for helping me with this! Enjoy, read, and review!

Chapter 1: Joanna's POV

"Ha ha ha!" I put on a burst of speed as Lindsey ran behind me, trying to tag me with her dish towel.

"Come back here! You are so not done with your share!" she yelled, stopping for a moment to catch her breath. "The harpies'll have our heads if we don't finish the dishes in time!"

I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. "You? Actually serious? This is a new start for you!" I laughed, but stopped once I got a blast of water in my face as an answer. Spitting out the salty liquid, I narrowed my eyes at Lindsey.

"Oops, sorry. It seemed like it rained. Just on you, that is." The girl smiled sweetly, and rather satisfactorily.

"Oh, you are so going to get it." I shot after my friend, who had turned around and darted into the kitchen where we were supposed to be doing dishes. After a few minutes of her pulling objects into my way and hiding behind racks I finally decided enough was enough and took some fishing line out of my pocket. Still running, I attached one of those rubber-covered hooks and carefully aimed at Lindsey's foot. My aim was perfect as usual, and the hook caught her foot, swiftly yanking her off her feet. Lindsey gave out a yelp and tumbled to the ground. And, of course, only she would get hopelessly tangled in the fishing line as she fell.

I burst out laughing at the sight of my friend gift-wrapped in the clear, plastic string, and she sat up and started shrugging off the line, her hair covering her face so I couldn't see her expression.

"Give up?" I asked her, still smirking.

She stood up and turned toward me, the mischievous smile evident on her face. "You know I don't. Good luck doing all the dishes!" In a flash I understood what she meant and straightened up to block her from exiting the room. But in a blink of an eye, she was gone, slamming the door of the kitchen into my face and locking it with a loud click. Now I was alone in the humid, fluorescent-lit room.

I sighed, shaking my head slightly. I couldn't believe I had fallen for a little trick like that. Oh well. I knew what would happen next anyways. I stood by the sink and counted to ten. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7...

8...

9...

Before I could even start to think of 10, the tell-tale creak of the door opening interrupted the silence, and Lindsey entered again, smiling sheepishly. With the rag in hand, Lindsey started scrubbing some of the dishes. After a few moments of silence, I started working also, humming to myself. I just knew Lindsey would come back in to help me. She always did those kinds of things: leaving me to do something by myself or something like that, then coming back in a second later like she regretted it. She probably did. And she never stays mad.

After a few hours of tedious work, we were done. We rewarded ourselves with a few drinks from the magical goblets that appear with your meals, able to fill itself with any drink of your choosing, provided that it wasn't alcoholic. The two of us chilled on the wide, wooden steps of the Big House, me drinking my Sprite and Lindsey gulping down her Root Beer. We were both doing the same thing: surveying the camp. Our camp. Camp Half-Blood.

Located on Long Island, New York, Camp Half-Blood looked just like an ordinary strawberry farm from afar. And even if you went up close to it, you'd still think it was a farm. That was the beauty of magical barriers, Golden Fleece, and the stupidity of ordinary human minds. Okay, well, not stupidity. That's what Colin would say. The Mist. It was a strange magic that made human minds see abnormal, freaky stuff as normal things. Like I could be walking around New York with a pet dragon and all people would see would be a dog or even a big lizard like a Komodo Dragon.

Anyways, once you were allowed inside this 'Strawberry Farm,' your view changed, completely. Greek styled buildings dotted the huge valley we were in: there was an arena, an amphitheater, buildings you wouldn't see in the normal city. The Big House was a blue building with a wraparound porch that Chiron, our activities director lived. But there was also pretty normal things too, like the lake where you could see people canoeing, the archery station, and the volleyball court. You could even see students riding their winged horses around the dirt trails running through the woods nearby.

There was also a dining pavilion, lined with torches with a big brazier in the middle. There were thirteen tables, ones that matched your ordinary picnic tables, with the wooden table tops and benches. But they were also covered in white cloth purple trimming.

But the most interesting thing, to me anyways, were the cabins. There were thirteen of them, arranged in the shape of a U. A big fire blazing in a brazier was located in the middle, with a little chestnut-haired girl sitting by it, always tending it. Now, from this description you're probably thinking of your average camp cabins, but that's where you're wrong. Each one is different, according to each Olympic Greek god. I'll list them so that they're easier to describe:

Number One was the bigger of them all, with huge heavy columns and shiny bronze doors. Number Two looked similar to Number One, except that the columns were slimmer and there were garlands of pomegranates and flowers. Peacock images were etched into the walls. Number Three had rough gray stone walls studded with pieces of seashell and coral. Number Four seemed organic, with a roof made of grass- real, by the way- and tomato vines fixed to the walls. Number Five was a splattered red cabin with barbed wire lining the top. A boar's head stood above the door, with eyes that seemed to follow you around. Number Six was a light though stormy gray with white curtains and an owl symbol above the door. Cabin 7 shimmered gold, literally. The light was blinding, like the jarring flash of a camera. Cabin 8 was similar, glowing silver at night, and by day it just looked silver. Cabin 9 was much like a factory: with smokestacks, fancy looking buttons, and red, brick walls. Then there was Cabin 10, also known as the Barbie house. It was decorated in lace, the roof was a baby blue, with gray walls. Even from where we were sitting Lindsey and I could smell the heavy perfume that wafted from the tried forcing me in there one time and I ;accidentally' shoved him into the lake. No biggie. Ah-hem, Cabin 11 looked most like the average cabin, with brown paint that had recently been touched up (although Colin and the Stoll twins had graffitied it already) and a caduceus over the door. Number 12 had grapevines on the walls. Cabin Number 13 (what do you know? It's an unlucky number, ya'll.) was my cabin. With thick, obsidian walls with torches that burned green, my cabin kept most campers away. Although it didn't really work on Lindsey, who, on the first day, came up to the cabin and started dotting it with stickers she had acquired from the Hermes' campers. "This makes it even more scary," she had explained, and there was still that gooey gunk left over on the walls to this day.

And why was this all important? Because this environment suited us demigods perfectly. That's right, we were part god. Not God, no, we were descendants from none other than the Olympian gods, like Zeus or Poseidon or Hermes and so on. You see, the Olympian gods the Earth from time to time, and hook up with some mortals. They have kids together, and -bam- you're half god, half human. And that's pretty cool except for when you go outside the camp where monsters can get you. And no, not the little under-the-bed monsters. I mean full-blown monsters like the Minotaur, dracinae, and griffins. Which is why we are required to stay at camp. Pretty straightforward stuff.

Whew. I am never explaining that again. You see how long that took? Now-

"Hey, what are you doing staring off into space like that?"

My thoughts were interrupted by Lindsey's voice. "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked, kind of annoyed.

"Well, I was talking to you, and you never answered."

"You should know by now that I sometimes don't listen to you."

"Yeah, but this was important."

"What, you going to lecture me on how vital it is to wash your hands?"

"No, but you do this a lot!" "So me doing this is important to why you're interrupting me now?"

"Yup! But I was talking about..." She took a sip and then glanced over my shoulder. "Hey, what's tha-"

"RAWR!" The dark was interrupted by a shadowy figure. Lindsey yelped and I dropped my cup of soda as a net dropped on top of us. The figure, dressed in black and wearing a ski mask, paused for a minute. So did we. Then, the silence was broken by the sound of suppressed laughter. Colin fell onto the dirt, laughing so hard he was clutching his sides. Lindsey stopped hyperventilating long enough to realize it was Colin. As for me, I was furious, partly because he had scared me and partly because he had succeeded in scaring me. A little, anyways. I pushed the heavy net off of me, and stood up. Lindsey did also, although she was smiling. For the gods' sake, did she have to smile all the time?! But I ignored that fact and glanced at her. She returned my look, and this time she raised her eyebrows. I nodded.

Colin stopped, looking up. "Uh, what are you two-"

"Now!" Both Lindsey and I lunged at Colin, whose eyes widened as he realized that we were going for him, and had enough time to claim that Travis had made him do it, before he was lifted off the ground on a platform of earth while encased in a little bubble of water. Normally, you could break out of water, but Lindsey was prepared. Every time the thirteen-year-old tried to break through it, the water surged around the break and sealed itself, like quicksand. His pleading eyes met mine, but this time, he wouldn't get any sympathy from me.

Maybe it was because his half brothers Travis and Connor and Lindsey's half brother Percy would point out that Lindsey and Colin were two of the only people that could tease me and live afterwards. Or not. I reminded myself to hunt down Travis, Conner, and Percy later.

In the meantime, I clapped, earning a grin from Lindsey. "And that is why we don't anger daughters of the Big Three," I proclaimed.

"But I'm the son of-"

"A lesser god, I know," I stated, Lindsey nodding in agreement. Colin didn't say anything for a moment, thinking.

Lindsey, noticing the pause, added, "Hey, at least we didn't dump you in the lake like the last time."

"Which means we need to do something different! Got any ideas, Lindsey?"

"You could just let me go!" Colin cut in, even though he obviously knew that wasn't going to happen. "You guys overreact!"

"I have a good plan," Lindsey whispered to me, ignoring Colin. "Why don't we-"

But before Lindsey finished her idea, the bubble dissolved, melting into the ground. Surprised, Lindsey took a step back. Colin, equally surprised, just stood there, staring off to my right. I turned. Sea-green eyes and wind-blown black hair stepped into view.

"Just what are you three up to now?" Percy Jackson exclaimed, exasperated.