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Chapter 1
Camp was tense that day.
Chiron had returned to camp yesterday with news that some kid called Percy Jackson would be coming to camp. There had to be something special about him. Chiron wouldn't just leave camp to watch over any demigod. No, there had to be something important about him. Maybe he was the one. No, I don't mean like that! Chiron had told me that I would be granted a quest when someone special came to camp. Could this be him?
Okay, back up a little. Sorry. For all of you mortals out there reading this, I'll explain.
My name is Annabeth Chase and I'm twelve years old. Oh man, that sounds like the beginning of a soppy self-portrait essay. Okay, I'm a demigod. That means that I'm half human, half god. Half Greek god. That's right. Greek god. My mother is Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. But I'm not a geek, just so you know. I don't mean to brag, but I'm one of camp's best warriors, aside from Luke and Clarisse.
The "camp" I keep referring to is Camp Half-Blood. It's really the only safe place for demigods, or half-bloods, whatever you want to call us. Here we train, learn to fight, learn to survive. We need to know how to defend ourselves against monsters, because monsters love the taste of demigod.
Every now and then some campers get assigned a quest, though no one has had one in a while. Ever since I knew what a quest was I had wanted to go on one. But, like I said, Chiron had told me that the Oracle had told him my future, and that I had to wait until the "special" person came to camp. Was Percy Jackson the one I was waiting for?
I paced back and forth outside the Big House. My stomach was in knots, and I felt really uneasy. A thousand questions raced through my head. Was Percy Jackson the one Chiron had been talking about? What if he wasn't? Would I ever get a quest? Even if he was the one, was I really ready for a quest? Of course you are, I told myself, stop talking yourself out of things, you've been waiting so long, training so hard.
Campers went about their usual business. Some were practising archery, or sword fighting. Some were scrambling up the climbing wall, trying desperately to escape the lave pouring from holes in the wall. Others were having races against the tree nymphs. Everyone was doing something. But there was tension in the air, as if the camp itself was worried about the new arrival.
Well, there you go. It's quite short, but next chapter will be better! Please take into account, I am a British person, trying to write as an American, and as you know, British people and American people have slightly different words for some things. So please excuse me on this if I make any mistakes. Thanks very much. Please review!