Hello everyone! This is the second time I'm attempting to write this story. Sorry, but I just can't ever finish a story. I'm gonna try real hard this time around. I hope you like it and I'm super sorry if it sucks. My writing isn't too good right now...By the way, I do not own Heroes of Olympus that belongs entirely to the fabulous Rick Riordan.

Chapter One

Bam!

Cerulean slammed her suitcase shut. A pants leg was sticking out of the side. Too lazy to open the suitcase again, she tried to poke it in with her finger. It wouldn't budge. Annoyed, she flopped onto her messy bed, sweaters and books were strewn over it.

Okay, so she did have dyslexia and reading frustrated her. But she still tried.

Something sharp poked her back. She rolled onto her stomach and reached into the blanket. After groping around for a few seconds, she pulled out a picture frame. The glass was cracked and a large piece was missing. But what made Cerulean stop in her tracks was the photograph inside.

Six half-bloods stood with their arms draped over each other's shoulders. They were all laughing though their arms were covered in slashes and their shirts were stained with blood. One day after studying the picture, Cerulean realized that though they wore smiles, their eyes held sadness. She had always asked her father about this picture but he never responded. When her mother heard the questions, her lips drew into a fine line and she heaved the laundry basket downstairs. Cerulean decided not to ask them again.

The door flew open. "Cerulean, we're leaving!" A boy with unruly black hair barged into the room. "Hurry up!" He dragged her suitcase into the hallway. Cerulean carefully set down the picture and pursed her lips.

"Thank you, Luke," she said, "but I think I can handle carrying my own suitcase." She got up from the bed and strode into the hallway, snatching her suitcase from her brother's hands.

The two siblings raced down the stairs, both excited to be going back to camp. Cerulean laced up her turquoise Converse sneakers and pulled on a gray hoodie. Luke grabbed a neon green backpack and headed out the door, Cerulean following.

"I thought I told you to hurry up!" A Honda Odyssey stood outside, the windows rolled down. A woman peered out of it. "Get in. Your father wants to be there by three."

Both Cerulean and Luke climbed into the car. Immediately, the requests began to pile up.

"Mom, can I get a water bottle?"

"Just one more M&M? I know I haven't had lunch yet, but I'm starving."

"Where are the baby wipes?"

Annabeth turned around. Though her eyes were a steely gray, they lit up with amusement. "Already in the car for not more than a minute and you guys are making a mess back there? To answer your questions, yes Cerulean, you may have a water bottle. Luke – I said no M&Ms so early in the morning and the baby wipes are under my seat."

"Let him have a few candies," Percy said, grinning in the rearview mirror. "It'll keep him from whining the whole ride to the airport."

"I don't whine!" Luke whined. "Right, mom?"

"Drive, Percy," Annabeth said placidly, a smile playing on her lips. "You did say you wanted to get there by three."

"Finally!" Luke jumped out of the taxi, stretching his legs. He dropped an empty bag of M&Ms onto the floor. "We're here."

"Hey!" Cerulean said as she spotted the litter. "Pick that up before mom sees you!"

Rolling his eyes, Luke bent over to pick up the trash.

They stood in front of what appeared to be strawberry picking fields, with lush green grass and a dusty dirt road leading to the entrance. To any normal person, the words on the archway standing over the road looked like gibberish. To the Jackson family, it read: Camp Half-Blood. The sky overhead was so spectacular it made the whole scene look as if it were from a fairytale. Cerulean reached for her camera in her backpack, but it wasn't there.

"Mom! I think I left my camera in New Rome!" she said, frantically waving her arms around. Annabeth was distracted, talking to a pretty woman with white feathers in her hair and a smaller woman with chocolate brown skin and hazel eyes. "Oh, hi Piper, hi Hazel," Cerulean said politely, though she wasn't in the mood to talk. She needed to find her camera. And then she would talk to her friends.

Piper and Hazel peered around Annabeth to find the source of the voice that spoke to them. Piper's eyes widened. "Cerulean! Hi! We were actually waiting for you. You see you left your camera in Skye's room last time you came over, and – "

"My camera?" she interjected. "Skye has it?"

"Yep, she's in cabin ten with – "

"Thanks, gotta go, bye!" She ran off in the direction of the cabins, dirt picking up at her feet. As she ran she heard Piper say, "That girl is too energetic for her own good."

She threw the cabin door open and sat on an empty bed. "Skye, Rain? Are you guys here?"

"Yeah, we're in the back," said a lilting voice.

Cerulean stood up and threw her hoodie onto a chair. "Guys –" She coughed, inhaling a mouthful of perfume. "What are you two doing?"

"Just smelling this really weird fragrance I found in someone's drawer. It sucks right?" Cerulean looked down to see a pale girl with dark hair holding up a bottle and sitting on the ground crisscross applesauce. Her twin sat next to her. They both had feathers braided into their hair, but purple instead of the white that their mother wore.

Cerulean raised an eyebrow. "So just snooping through someone's drawer?"

Skye blushed crimson. She shook her head. "It isn't really snooping if the drawer is open."

"She was snooping," Rain said as she sketched a demigod in war wearing a quite fashionable breastplate. "The drawer was only partly open. But in this cabin as long as you don't use all the makeup, no one really cares." She looked up at the ceiling, apparently lost in thought, then turned back to her sketchpad.

After a beat, Cerulean turned back to Skye, who was sniffing her own wrist, perhaps hoping to compare perfume. "So, you have my camera?"

Skye looked up. "Oh yeah, it's in my bag on the bunk." She pointed to a white tote.

"Thanks," Cerulean said, reaching into the bag. She emerged victorious, holding her Nikon D5200. "Got it!"

Skye's phone beeped. She tilted it up towards her face. "Rain…" she said slowly, "Dad wants us outside cabin one. If you want to come, Cerulean, you're welcome to." She stood up and held the door open.

At cabin one, Jason stood leaning against a column. "Girls!" he said. "And Cerulean! Girls, I need your help…It seems I've made a mess of this and your brother won't help me fix it." He held up a photo album with pictures falling out, some ripped and torn.

"Why won't mom help you out?" Rain asked.

"Mom can't know," Jason said quickly.

"Agreed," Skye nodded. "Last time you messed up the photo album mom flipped out. Those are our only baby pictures since you accidentally deleted the camera's memory."

Cerulean gave them a thumb up. "While you guys do that I'll just sit by that tree and play with the water."

Jason frowned. "Careful. Thomas is over there and he's in one of his moods."

"It's fine," Cerulean muttered as she walked over to the tree.

Thomas was the older brother of Skye and Rain. He was alike his father in looks, but not so much in personality. His only friend was Eric, son of Frank and Hazel. While Jason's idea of a great day was spending time with his family, Thomas preferred to lock himself in his room. He often got mood swings that caused him to yell at every person he interacted with. So it was with caution that Cerulean approached him.

"Hi, Thomas!" Cerulean said brightly.

Maybe he could sense how nervous she was approaching him. Or maybe he really was in a bad mood. Either way, he rolled his eyes and muttered a quiet hello.

"Er – is this a bad time?"

He rubbed his eyes and cupped his chin in his hand. "No," he said finally. "Just tired."

"Okay." She smoothed down the grass, sat down, and faced the lake.

Unlike her brother, Cerulean had inherited her father's control over water. Luke was more of a math whiz and dabbled in science in his spare time. He was already smarter than her though he was two years younger.

Cerulean pointed at the water, and several droplets spun towards her. She entertained herself for a while, forming and reforming the water into different shapes. I am playing with the water, she thought, in a fashion.

"Aren't her water powers cool, Thomas?"

Cerulean whipped around to see Skye, looking at Thomas, who was looking at her. He blushed and turned bright red. Had Thomas been watching her while she was controlling the water? Cerulean suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"Uh, sure," Thomas said turning around and staring at his feet.

There was an awkward pause before Skye said, "Um, I just came to tell you Cerulean…we're done. So if you want we can go play volleyball or something."

It was a beautiful day – perfect for volleyball. Cerulean nodded. "Yeah, okay. Volleyball would be great."

And there you have it. How was it? Terrible, I know. You wouldn't mind reviewing? So I can see how I did. And I made a sort of age chart so you can see how old everyone is.

Percy and Annabeth's Children:

Cerulean- 13
Luke- 11

Jason and Piper's Children:

Skye and Rain- 13
Thomas- 15

Frank and Hazel's Children:

Ruby- 8
Eric- 14

And if you feel up to it...keep reading for the next chapter! Some serious biz is gonna do down at this camp...