Desmond lot out a squeal as he stepped into Camp Half-Blood, he couldn't believe it! He was actually here, he started dancing and singing, this is what dreeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaamssss are made of, by Lizzie McGuire. He was so involved in his dancing and singing, that he didn't realise were he was going, and he ended up bumping into a satyr.

"HOW DARE YOU BUMP INTO ME! I SHALL TURN YOU INTO MINCE MEAT!" the satyr boomed as his eyes glowed red.

"Oh pleaseee!" Desmond gasped, sinking to his knees with his hands cupped at his chest, "Please have mercy!"

The satyr started gufawing really loud, and Desmond was so scared, he wet his knickers.

"Oh my gosh, hehe, what a loser!" some girl with hair cackled to another girl with a face.

"Yea! I totally think we should give him swirlies and what not," a boy wearing clothes said.

Desmond felt the urge to cry, he had only been at camp for two minutes, and already people were wanting to give him swirlies. The worst part was, he didn't even know who he belonged to!

What if my godly parent never claims me? Desmond thought fearfully to himself.

Just then, a boy with a nose came walking up.

"Hey, you must be Desmond, I'm Grant, come softly, it's time for you to go to the Hermes cabin," the boy said.

"Am I Hermes' son?" Desmond asked wistfully. Hermes was like the jack off of all trades, something that Desmond was as well.

The boy shrugged.

"You could be, you might not be, we just put all the noobs who haven't been claimed yet in the Hermes cabin," said the boy.

"Are you a son of Hermes?" Desmond asked, as he followed him to the cabin.

Grant nodded.

"Yep, and I'm head on the cabin."

"Cool," said Desmond, and he stepped into the cabin, and saw about a bazillion people doing stuff in there.

"Whatcha doing?" Desmond asked a group of people with arms, who were playing cards.

"Playing cards, what does it look like?" one of the people asked, rolling her arms.

Desmond sighed and walked over to Garret who was reading a book.

"Whatcha reading?" he asked, peeking over Gavin's shoulder.

"A book, what does it look like?" Garrett replied.

Desmond gasped, he couldn't believe his ears! A minute ago Grant had seemed so nice and friendly, and now he was being a total jerk.

It was the book Desmond realised, the book was making him evil!

Desmond thrusted his fist in the air, he had a master plan, he would destroy ALL the books at Camp Half Blood!