Annabeth Chase was practicing her archery when a satyr came up and tapped her on the shoulder. "Yes, what is it?" she asked, letting another arrow fly at the target.

"Mr. D wants you in the council room," the satyr replied, and trotted away.

Figuring it probably had something to do with the prophecy or the war or something of that sort, Annabeth went. She found Dionysus sitting at the Ping-Pong table, glaring at her. "There you are. Sit down."

As Annabeth found a seat, Mr. D riffled through a stack of papers. He pulled one out and waved it at her. "Rule Thirty-one: Campers must sit at the tables assigned to their own cabins. That means no switching tables."

"I didn't switch tables," Annabeth protested. "Well, just for a few minutes last week, but-"

"That counts," Dionysus interrupted.

"But you weren't even here, how did you know?"

"Oh, I was informed," said Dionysus with a shrug. "Now, Annie Bell-"

"Yes?" asked a voice from the door.

Annabeth and Dionysus both jumped and turned toward the door. A girl was leaning against the frame, raising her eyebrows expectantly. She had long red hair and blue eyes. "So, what were you trying to tell me?" she inquired.

"In a minute," Dionysus said, waving his hand at her. "Now, Annie Bell-"

"What?" asked the girl. "You keep on saying 'now, Annie Bell' and you won't tell me what you want."

Dionysus scowled at her. "And who are you to interrupt my conversation with Annie Bell?"

"I'm Annie Bell," the girl replied promptly.

"You misunderstand, I am talking to Annie Bell. This girl right here." Dionysus turned back to Annabeth. "Now, Annie Bell-"

"Your name is Annie Bell too?" Annie stared at Annabeth. "What kind of a crazy coincidence is that?"

Finally realizing what was going on, Annabeth burst out laughing. " No, I'm Annabeth Chase. Mr. D here gets everyone's names wrong."

Dionysus glared. "I do not. Now, Tammi Felt, please leave until I finish with Annie Bell."

Annie snickered. "I see what you mean. So Annabeth, what goes on around here? The border guard said I was supposed to go to the Big House and see if there was anyone to show me where to go. I assume this is the Big House?"

"Yes," Annabeth said. "Excuse me, Mr. D, I've got to show this new camper around." Without waiting for him to answer, she got up and left, motioning to Annie to follow her.

"So, this faun said that my dad was a Greek god," Annie remarked nonchalantly as she followed Annabeth. "Is he nuts?"

"Satyr," Annabeth corrected. "And no. You don't know who your dad is, do you?"

"How do you spell satyr?" Annie asked. "I thought it was a faun."

"No, fauns are Roman. S-I-T, I mean, S-E-T, oh, I don't even know."

"You can't spell either?" Annie looked very relieved. "Does everybody with Greek gods for parents have problems spelling?"

Annabeth nodded. "We're all dyslexic. At least I've never heard of a demigod who wasn't dyslexic."

"Oh, good," Annie said. "I thought I had serious brain problems! So where do we start?"