Annabeth runs up to me. "Meera, we just got four in."

I sigh and stand up. I really hate her. I straighten my favorite yellow jean skirt that goes 4 inches above my knees and my light pink tank top. I make sure the leather pouch is still attached to the belt loop on my right hip. I slip back on my white flats and flip my long wheat colored braid over my shoulder. I follow her to the Thalia's Tree and there's a big crowd. We fight our way through and there are four boys there, maybe 17 or so. Annabeth motions to me. "This is Meera. She'll show you guys around."

The blonde steps forward. "Wait, why are we here?"

Annabeth pats my back. "Ask her."

She runs off towards the beach and I turn to them. "So do you guys know where you are?"

The blonde shakes his head. "We have no idea! We-"

I hold up a hand and look around. "Come with me, let's not talk about this in front of everyone." I motion for them to follow me and run across camp to the edge of the woods. I stop and they come panting. These guys are going to need some serious training. I lean against a tree. "Okay. Now tell me."

The one with spiked hair glances at the blonde. "Well we were at our recording studio in LA recording a new song. All of a sudden our body guard walked in. He grabbed Kendall" He motions to the blonde. "And started shaking him. Our producer all of a sudden ripped off his pants and attacked him. He had these weird…goat legs. He told Kelly something about saving us. We ran out and Kelly put us in a private jet. Kendall freaked out as soon as it left the ground. We crashed in the woods. Some big bull thing has been chasing us for the past two days. Then we showed up here."

I looked at the ground, a big bull. I know exactly what they're talking about. My back tingles. All of the grass within a foot of my feet is now an inch taller than the rest and a lot greener. "That's it?"

I hear the clip-clopping of horse hooves and look up. A fat satyr is right in front of me. A smile spreads across my face. "Rock!"

I tackle hug him and he pats my back. "Hey there Meera."

I step back and look at the guys. The tallest one points at him. "That's our producer."

Rock motions to them. "They were my mission."

I lean back against my tree. "Okay so tell me your names."

Rock pointed to the one with spiked brown hair. "That's Logan." He pointed to the blonde. "Kendall." He pointed to the short Hispanic one. "Carlos." He pointed to the tallest one. "And James."

I nod at Rock. "So you have any idea who the parents are?"

He crosses his arms. "Well Kendall's is the dad, Carlos's is the dad, James's is the mom and Logan's is the mom."

I look at each one. "Well we should know by campfire tonight."

Kendall raises one of his eyebrows. "Know what? What the hell is going on?"

I narrow my eyes a him. "First of all, you best not get attitude-y with me. Second, I was getting to that. This is Camp Half-Blood-"

He glares at me. "Which is?"

I feel the bark of the tree against my skin and I calm down. "A camp for kids that are half-god. As in one mortal parent, one godly parent. As in Greek gods."

Carlos looks from the ground to me. "How do we know who our god parent is?"

I glance at all of them. "They claim you. You'll get their symbol above your head and it tells us which cabin you belong to. There's a cabin for every god."

James kicked at the dirt. "So if the Greek gods are real, does that mean all of those monsters are too?"

I felt my back tingle. "Yeah."

I glance at the sky. It's close to dinner. "Rock, show them around, will you? I've got to go talk to Percy, I just realized something."

Rock points to James. "Take him with you, I hate him."

I smile at Rock. "Satyrs aren't supposed to hate anyone."

He rolls his eyes. "Well I hate him." He clops towards the cabins and the other three follow him.

I start walking towards the beach and I hear James following me. He comes up beside me. "So when do we find out who our parent is?"

I keep looking ahead of me. "It could be anytime. Most likely before curfew tonight."

He stays silent and we walk up to the beach. Percy and Annabeth are making out. I kick Percy in the back. "Sorry to interrupt but I have to talk to you."

Annabeth stands up and gets into my personal space. "You got a problem plant girl?"

I push her and she stumbles back. Percy is now standing. "Yeah, I've got a big problem with you! Ever since you got to redesign Olympus you seem to think that you're better than everyone else! But we all know about what goes on between you and your father in reality."

She screams and tackles me. We fall onto the sand and Percy and James are trying to pry us off of each other. I reach into the leather pouch on my hip and take out my weapon. I roll on top of her and put the dagger to her neck. "Annabeth, you keep seeming to forget that I was trained by one of the best demigods. Oh wait, that was your little boyfriend, Percy! I'm tired of you always pushing me around. I may not be one of the best fighters, or one of the smartest demigods, or even the best in my own cabin. But I'm better than you."

Percy grabbed my arm. "Meera, stop. What did you need to talk to me about?"

I stood up and Annabeth rubbed her throat. I put my dagger back in my leather pouch. "We just got four new ones. None of them have been have been claimed and they're 17. You might want to get to talking with your dad."

He nodded. "Yeah, I'll see them after dinner."

I look at Annabeth and she runs towards the cabins. James glances at Percy. "Wait, aren't the gods, like, related? Isn't that kind of incest?"

I giggle. "No. If someone from for example the Ares cabin and someone from the Hephaestus cabin dated it's fine. If two kids from like the Hermes cabin dated it would be just gross. The gods are related, but not really. Does that make any sense?"

James nods. "I got it."

I hear the dinner bell. "Dinner time."

Percy walks towards the cabins. I lead James to the pavilion. We walk in and almost everyone is already there. Carlos is sitting at the Hermes table. He must've gotten claimed when he was with Rock. James touches my arm. "Wait, who's your god parent?"

I glance at my green nails. "Demeter. Goddess of grain and agriculture."

I see a light and I look up just in time to see a dove fading above James's head. He looks up and swats at it. "What the hell?"

I grab his wrist. "You have just been claimed."

He frowns. "What?"

I smile, thank the gods. "You are a son of Aphrodite."

His hazel eyes light up. "Sweet!"

Piper stands from the Aphrodite table and puts one of her hands on James's shoulder. "I can take him from here."

I smile at her. "Thanks."

I walk over to the Demeter table and sit between Leah and Damien. Damien's light blue eyes flick to me and back to his plate. Leah's long dark brown hair was down for once. I load my plate and walk over to the fire. I scrape some of it into the flames and walk back to my table. I glance at James. How didn't I know that he was Aphrodite's kid? It's so obvious! I mean, he's…well…beautiful. I stare at my food.

I stand and Leah raises an eyebrow. I shake my head and walk out of the pavilion. I feel everyone's eyes on my back. As a camp counselor I'm supposed to be a role model. I walk into the woods and venture though the woods which is never advised for a child of Demeter. Our scent is always mistaken for a Satyr and we get attacked by monsters. I feel the leaves of the trees caress my skin. "Gods, he doesn't like you like that Rain. He's a son of Aphrodite, he can have any girl he wants. And if he can have any girl he wants, why would he choose a daughter of Demeter? Maybe Annabeth is right. I'm just plant girl." I stop. I'm too deep in the woods. I turn around. Which way is camp? I move a little faster. I trip and fall. I hear a rustle behind me. After 7 years at camp I've learned rustles are never good. I squint my eyes in the dark. I scream at the top of my lungs. That is a humongous scorpion. I back up and get to my feet. I feel my back tingle again. I really hate monsters. I stretch out my arms to try and scare it away but my hands each touch a tree. It's a good thing Chiron isn't here. I will the roots to come out of the ground. They rise about 60 feet into the air. I imagine them tying the giant scorpion up. They comply and the scorpion is unable to move. Tighten. The scorpion shrieks. I fight the urge to run. I imagine the scorpion being raised into the air and slammed back into the ground. I watch as it works. It shrieks again. I think I'm going to pass out. I run towards it and as soon as my hands leave the trees the roots begin to retreat. I take out my dagger and stab it in it's neck. The knife catches in the chink of armor. The scorpion dissolves into dust and everything goes black.