Derrick's POV:
Derrick stood at the border line of Camp Half Blood. He did NOT want to be here. His dad told him how his great great great great grandfather, Percy Jackson, was one of the most amazing and skilled demigods at Camp Half Blood.
''It will be safe for you there Derrick.'' His father, Richard Jackson, told him before he left early this morning. ''Your 15 now, you should of gone when you were 12, but your mother insisted we wait until you were 15.'' Honestly he hated being a Jackson. Freaky things would always happen whenever he was around. He couldn't even be around his friends because of all the freaky accidents that happened. Such as sea monsters popping out of the ocean whenever he went to the beach. And strange elf like girls that would giggle whenever they saw him.
Derrick always doubted himself in things. Even though he was smarter then the rest of the kid's in his class (partly do to him being descended from Athena), he still always doubted his abilities. He always believed he couldn't be as amazing as the great Percy Jackson. ''You are descended from the mighty Percy Jackson and the wise Annabeth Jackson (formerly Annabeth Chase).'' His father would tell him. ''I don't want to be a great hero dad.'' Derrick would complain. ''I can't be as amazing as any of my ancestors…no matter how great they are…''
Derrick returned back from his thoughts and remembered what he needed to do. He crossed over the borders of Camp Half Blood; he passed the tree of Thalia and a valley of cabins, rock climbing devices that poured lava, and flying horses appeared before him. ''cool.'' Derrick said to himself. Campers with orange and purple t-shirts ran around shooting arrows, doing cartwheels and sword fighting. He remembered what his dad told him about Percy Jackson and his friends uniting the Greek and Roman camps to create one giant camp.
Out of no where, Derrick felt a hand place itself on his shoulder. He jumped out of surprise. ''Iv never seen you before.'' A girl's voice implied. Derrick quickly looked behind his shoulder and saw a beautiful girl standing before him. ''Hi, I'm Veronica!'' she said. ''uhhh wha?'' he managed to fumble out. She laughed ''I said im Veronica. And that you must be new here. Welcome to Camp Half Blood. I'm a camper here! What's your name?''. He stared at her; she had long brown hair and bright blue eyes that were full of questions and wonder. ''I'm Derrick.'' He finally managed to say.
''Do you know who your godly parent and or descendent is?''. Uh oh he thought. ''Uhhhh im descended from…..I don't know.'' He lied. She studied him intently ''Heh…interesting. So your father and mother are both demigods?'' she asked. ''Yeah, they don't know who their descended from to.''
Suddenly she pulled out a 9 inch blade and placed it against his neck. ''Who are you?' she asked seriously AND deadly. ''Veronica! Please put the knife down'' a voice behind him bellowed. He, once again, turned to look who was behind him. A man wearing glasses and with a large beard was staring at him. He was REALLY tall. Maybe that was because of his half horse body. A centaur Derrick thought to himself. ''Hi.'' Derrick strangely replied. ''You are not surprised of my appearance?'' he questioned. ''No, I've met plenty of centaurs but not one as wise as you….Chiron.''. Chiron looked surprised but studied Derrick with a smile on his face. ''Derrick…..Welcome to Camp Half Blood''