Heyy people! First, the bad news. I'm discontinuing Noel Peterson: The Demigod Files. The good news? This story should be much, much better than my last one. Yay! I'm afraid I was a bit too scatterbrained when I wrote NP:TDF, so hopefully this is more organized. Well, enjoy! = )

Disclaimer: I will someday be an author, but sadly, I am not Rick Riordan, so I do not own PJO. I also do not own Hold My Heart by Tenth Avenue North. Never heard it? Look it up! It's a very uplifting song.

Chapter One

A Bubbly Blonde Welcomes me to Camp

I bob my head to the music pouring from my iPod speakers. Wondering where this guy in the front seat of the black car I'm riding in is going, I peel the earphones from my ears.

"Excuse me, sir? Will you tell me exactly where we're going?" He simply glances back at me, revealing the many eyes on his face. I flinch, but try to keep calm.

"Ok, so I guess I'm not gonna get an answer?" The man turns back forward. Before I reattach the buds to my ears, the car slows to a stop. I step out, thanking the mute man for I don't know what. My eyes meet the stormy gray ones of a very excited-looking blonde.

"Hi! I'm Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood!" She jabs her hand towards me to shake. I stifle a giggle, shaking it.

"I'm Danielle Cooper, but you can call me Coop. At least that's what everyone else calls me."

"Nice to meet you, Danie- Coop. Follow me." Without question, I follow the girl. Why I don't question why I'm in here, I really have no idea.....most people would be freaked out if they were almost killed by a vampire lady, rescued by a man with goat legs, stuffed in a car with a man covered in eyes, then brought to a strange to camp. I guess my body was on some type of snooze mode.

Glancing around me, I saw a great pine with what seemed to be a dragon with a golden aura curled around it snoozing. To the west, a towering blue three-story buliding, a babbling brook, and a vast field of strawberries. To the far north, a volleyball court, another building (possbly for arts and crafts), an amphitheatre, and climbing wall with searing hot lava streaming down it. I was surprised to find some kids actually climbing the wall. Annabeth led me to the three-story building, with a creamy facade wrapping around the front and east side of the building. On the porch sat two men in lawn chairs playing a card game I recognized as pinochle. One man sat in a wheelchair. The lower portion of his face was covered in a forest of chestnut beard reaching down to the middle of his neck. His hair sat in the same manner. The other man looked a little more rough than the first one. He had tufts of scraggly black curls sticking out uncontrollably atop his head. His face was round and blotchy, his mouth set in a permanent scowl. He wore a leopard print shirt about two sizes too small, sweat pants, and black socks with purple sandals. Talk about stylin'.

"Chiron, Mr. D, this is Danielle Cooper," Annabeth started.

"But you can call me Coop," I piped up.

"Aww great! Another brat!" the blotchy-faced man siad.

"Nice to meet you, Danielle." Chiron gave me a firm handshake, glared at Blotchy-Face, then turned to Annabeth. "Would you show her the orientation video?"

"Already on it," she smiled. Taking my wrist, she led me into the building. She sat me down at a bench in front of an old screen.

"Is that man always this rude?" I asked.

"You mean Dionysus? Yeah, he is. But you get used to it."

I nodded, not so sure.

"This is the Big House," she told me while searching through a box and pulling out an ancient roll of film. Probably something from back in the day when my mom was younger. "In the attic is where the Oracle used to be. Now, it inhabits a girl named Rachel, who stays on the second floor."

"You mean that old spirit thing that gives prophecies?" I questioned, feeling proud of myself for knowing that tidbit.

"Yeah." She stuffed the film into a prehistoric projector. On the screen, the film counted back from five, then began. A man that looked like a younger version of Dionysus stepped into vision.

"Hi. I'm Dionysus, god of wine. You probably know me better as Mr. D, your camp director." He did not look like he wanted to make this video. "Because I am a minor god, and I have been punished-"

"For chasing after a wood nymph!" A voice off stage cut in.

"Can it, Apollo! Anyways, I am forced to be the camp director at Camp.........um..........uh......?"

"Camp Half-Blood, you idiot!" another voice off stage shouted.

"Right! Camp Half-Blood. So, if you already didn't know, Greek mythology is real. Like all the gods and goddesses such as Apollo, Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Artemis, Athena, and Demeter. Because we are reality that makes the titans, such as Kronos, and the monsters, such as empousa, real as well. What am I? You may be asking yourself. You are a demigod, a half-blood. Half human, half god. That means one of your parents is a god who had an affair with a human, your other parent. Things that come with being a demigod include dyslexia and ADHD. You may find it difficult to read English, Spanish, Japanese, and many other languages. This is because your mind is programmed to read Greek. ADHD is vital in your life. You could call it inborn fighting skills. Your ADHD helps to slow things down and help you fight sufficiently. You, along with everybody else, were brought here to sharpen your skills and help defeat monsters.

Now, another question you might have is, Who's my immortal parent? Well, you will find out when your immortal parent claims you, if ever. Until you are claimed, you will room with the Hermes cabin. Word of advice, though. Since you may be stayin there for awhile, I advise you to keep valuables close to you. If you have any questions, just ask a camp or cabin leader. But not me" The last sentence was more of a whisper. Then, the movie stopped. I rubbed my eyes as the lights flicked back on.

"Any questions?" Annabeth inquired cautiously.

"Yeah," I replied. "When's supper? I'm starving!"

Annabeth looked aghast. "You mean you're not all freaked out?"

"Not a bit. This is kinda cool."

Annabeth smiled. "Supper's at six." She led me out of the Big House and towards the Hermes cabin.

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