AN: This chapter introduces four characters that will be in the plot. It's mostly guys this chapter, but most of the girls will be introduced next chapter. If you have any ideas for your character, review and I'll see what I can do. Hope you enjoy this and I captured everyone in this chapters character. PLEASE REVIEW.

Chapter 1

Charlotte Riley P.O.V

Do you know that felling when your entire world gets turned upside down and you have no idea why it's happening to you? Well I have. I grew up pretty normal to be perfectly honest, well that was until an empousa barged into my house.

Right up till I was thirteen I was the definition of normal. Well, normal doesn't really have a definition but I was regular. The only thing different about me to other kids was that I didn't have a mom. Okay, I was born, so clearly I did, but she was never there. Dad said that after she had me she took off, I think he really loved her because he hardly talked about it. Maybe it was a painful reminder of how she left.

It was okay though, because my dad and I (Derek's his name by the way) were happy. He seemed to work extra hard because it was just him but it was okay. He was my dad and I loved him. When I was thirteen though, my whole world changed.

I came home from school (normal, right?) and saw a woman. I didn't see her face, but she had long flowing hair from the back. I saw my dad trying to fight, but cowering at the same time. I was lost. I called out.

"Dad?"

The woman turned around me and I was shocked to see that she wasn't beautiful. My dad called my name in fear for me. The woman had flaming hair, white skin, red eyes, fangs, and one bronze leg and one donkey leg. My mind went into overdrive, trying to comprehend what this...this...thing was. My dad charged at it, trying to protect me. The thing was about to attack him when something extraordinary came over me.

I sent a tangle of vines around it. The thing was tied up and the barbs from the vines pierced into it. The thing exploded into dust. My jaw dropped. I'd done that. I was clueless as to how but I had. The vines lay lifeless on the floor, I moved my hand and tried to control them again but nothing happened.

My dad put his hands on my shoulders and than looked around our place.

"It's not safe here for you anymore."

"Dad-"

He cut me off. "Pack a bag and get in the car. You need to go."

"What?"

"I'll explain in the car."

"Dad-"

"Charlotte, please! Pack a bag, I'll explain everything to you on the way."

On the way? "To where?" I asked.

My dad sighed. "Camp Half Blood."

I have no trouble voicing my opinions. Telling people exactly what I think of them and I'm not one to back down either. But my dad looked so panicked, so when he pleaded with me to go pack I did so. I went to my room and took some changes of clothes, a few photos of me and my dad and some other stuff into a duffel bag. When I returned, my dad had the car keys in his hand and we were off.

"Where are we going?" I asked him, sitting in the passenger seat.

"Long Island."

"Long Island? Why?"

"I can't keep you safe anymore. It's too dangerous, you need to go."

"To Long Island?"

"There's a camp there. For kids like you. Camp Half Blood, your mother wanted you to go there, so that you'd be safe."

"Mom? So the vines...She knew?"

"She's the reason you have them, Charlotte. That thing that attacked me is called an empousa. It's a monster."

"What does this have to do with mom?"

"Charlotte, I have to tell you something." Dad sighed. "Your mother is Demeter."

My eyes widened and I raised a confused brow. "Demeter?"

"Goddess of harvest," he answered. "Yes."

My dad went on to explain everything with him and mom, the Gods, this camp, my reasons for ADHD and dyslexia, everything, started to make sense. Okay, at first it didn't because of the initial shock, but I started to get it.

"When I was with your mom, everything felt right," Dad explained. "I mean, I knew she was a goddess but still. And then you came along, Charlotte and you were so beautiful and honestly, the three of us were happy and it felt so perfect. But your mom had to leave, she was a goddess after all. Before she did she told me about this camp and how I had to keep you safe. But when she left I was so devastated, I couldn't loose you too. So I thought that if I was careful, you'd be safe and grow up normal."

I had never seen my dad so emotional then when he talked about my mom, I caught him wiping away a tear or two. When he finally pulled up at Camp Half Blood, he helped me with my duffel bag and then handed me something. A dagger?

"Your mom said to give this to you, it would help you be safe. It's made of something called celestial bronze."

I examined the dagger. It was razor sharp. I manged a smile. "Thanks dad."

"Look, I know your gonna make tons of friends and be safe here, but it'll be lonely without you. Promise you'll visit whenever you have the time."

"Of course dad."

We hugged and I walked through the camp gates with my duffel in one hand and the dagger in the other towards my new life.

Two years had passed since that fateful day where I learned the truth about well, everything. My attention drifted away from that day and towards the sword fighting match that was going on. The really cute boy with sightly-curly dark hair seemed to be winning, I smiled.

Justin Lawytes P.O.V

You know how in movies there's that one guy who's trying to get the girl of his dreams but she's dating that jerk who's got girls falling all over him? I'm the jerk. Well, I don't think I'm actually a jerk, I'm actually a nice guy but the girls falling over me part is true.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not an arrogant jerk. But girls seem to have this thing for me. Almost every girl in camp has asked me out (mostly Aphrodite girls) but there's only one girl I really like. She's really cool and I met her when she first joined camp. I have a lot of friends, I don't really mind who I hang out with, but she's different, she's the kind I wouldn't mind being more than just friends with.

Let me start from the beginning:

My dad, Christopher Lawyets is a businessman. He's awesome at what he does, running a business and everything, I wish he was as awesome as a father. I love my dad, don't get me wrong, he's my dad, of course I love him, he always provided for me, I always had food on the table, a roof over my head, clothes to wear. But he was never around. We have a big mansion, Lawyets Estate, back home, I was kind of confused at the prospect since my dad was hardly ever there.

There were heaps of babysitters, butlers and housekeepers to take care of me, but I always wondered what it would be like if my dad bothered to act like my father for once. I went to school, but my dad not being around had an impact on me, when I was little, I asked one of the butlers who had worked at Lawyets Estate since before I was born, Alfred (No I'm not kidding that was his name) about my mom.

"She left after you were born," he quickly cut me off.

"But what was she like?" I pleaded for some clue about the mother who was never in my life. "What did she look like? Did you ever meet her?"

I guess it's hard to say no to a five year old boy who's father isn't around and Alfred gave me some information. It wasn't much, but I always held on to it, my father was never around, and on the times we spoke on the phone, he refused to talk of the subject.

"I only met her once, very briefly, her eyes were grey like yours," Alfred said. "I only met her for about five minutes because your father took her out, but she was polite enough and your father seemed completely infatuated with her."

"Infatuated?" I had asked.

"Deeply in love. They would battle wits and opinions, your mother would always win, but she astounded him and kept him on his toes, he was never happier than when he was with your mother."

"So why'd she leave? Wasn't she happy?"

"That's something even your father hasn't told me," Alfred said. "Now, come on, bedtime."

For years I had held on to that information, that little bit I knew about my mom. She had grey eyes, she was smart and she made my dad happy. Yet, I couldn't find out why she left. One day a new babysitter showed up on my doorstep, by the name of Arria Sailes.

She was a rather odd woman, but many of the babysitters my dad hired were kind of weird. But there was something strange about her, something I just couldn't put my finger on. One day, the phone rang, it was my dad. He made it a point to make one phone call everyday to create the illusion he cared about me. I didn't buy it, usually he only called to kill time before a meeting.

"So what's happening Justin?"

"Not much. Arria made some lunch."

"Who's Arria."

"Uh, my babysitter," I said obviously. There was a long pause. "Dad?"

"Justin, I never hired anyone named Arria."

That was when suddenly everything clicked into place. One of my past babysitters, Polly, had taught me about Greek Mythology. Some sort of illusion shattered and I saw Arria with green skin and snake trunks for legs. I didn't bother talking because I was freaked and the words wouldn't come to my mouth. I ran into my room, threw some stuff in a bag and ran for it.

I found my way to Long Island, trying to piece everything together, when Grover found me. At first I was completely freaked out at his goat legs, but he helped me settle into camp, I never saw Arria again and was claimed my first night.

I was a son of Athena.

And then everything clicked in even further. Alfred's information on how they'd battle wits but she always win (well duh, she was the goddess of wisdom), how my dad was happy, my grey eyes (like all children of Athena), why she left.

I shook off the memory briefly as my sword struck against the one of Parker Cruz's. I smiled, seeing the wavy brown hair and piercing green eyes watching the match. I lunged towards Parker, this was my match.

(Parker Cruz P.O.V)

My sword struck Justin's and I gritted my teeth. A lot of the girls in the background were cheering for him but I could hear some people calling my name. I swung for his head, but he dodged it easily. Justin Lawyets was a good swordsman, but I wanted to prove I was better.

Call it an insecurity complex if you must, but I don't like losing at one of the few things I'm actually good at. Being overshadowed is not fun. But maybe you don't know that, I on the other hand have experienced it time and time again as a little kid.

I'm the youngest out of six. Yep, count 'em, six. Julia, Brianna, Owen, Blake, Charlotte and me. Mom and Dad (well step-dad, technically) were both really smart. Mom had graduated Harvard and became a lawyer, I think after having Blake she quit, got a PhD and became a law professor. Dad (I guess I should call him Jacob) was a cardiac-surgeon from Yale. They met, fell in love and as they say, the rest was history.

Only it wasn't history! See, if mom had stopped having kids after Charlotte, it would be. But no, little Parker (me) came along. Julia's at least fifteen years older than me (she's the oldest) and Charlotte (the youngest before me) was six years older.

But no matter what the age, my siblings were all better than me. They all got straight A's, never had a singe detention of their records and had extraordinary talents. Owen played basketball, Brianna was on the debate team and got a scholarship to Stanford, Julia played tennis and got into Princeton, Blake's artwork could be put in galleries by the time he was ten, Charlotte could play five different instruments and sing. Me, on the other hand. ADHD, dyslexia, constantly getting kicked out of schools and I was lucky if I scraped a C.

Mom and Jacob were pretty understanding, it must've been frustrating but they were pretty understanding. They tried tutors, special schools, different learning techniques, lots of stuff. But it was all a dead end. I was constantly overshadowed. I wasn't smart or sporty or an artist, I was simply 'the other Cruz kid'. I couldn't understand how they all did so much better than me. It was only when I was twelve I found out.

I had a project to do for school, stuff about genetics and blood tests. I gave my mom my blood type. O negative. I asked for hers and Jacobs. Mom was A, Jacob was AB. It didn't make sense and the truth came out. Mom had an affair, I wasn't Jacob's son. My whole world had been twisted upside down and then thrown against a wall. I broke down, cried, left the house, ran away. I had been living a lie.

I cried as I ran, my mother calling behind me.

"Parker! Parker!"

But I didn't listen, I kept running, I wanted to belong somewhere, somewhere where things weren't a lie. Somewhere I actually belonged.

Justin darted his sword in different direction above me. I was so concentrated on trying to block those shots, he took advantage of it and swept me off the ground from underneath, I landed on my back, groaning.

"That's the match, Parker," Justin sheathed his sword and gave me a smile as he offered his hand. There were girls cheering in the background.

I forced a smile, but Justin was a nice guy, so I couldn't really be mad at him, as he helped me up.

"Lucky shot, Lawyets," I grinned.

"As if."

I rolled my eyes. "I'll give you today, but I want a rematch soon."

"If you insist."

We shook hands and parted ways.

(Charlie Blake P.O.V)

I don't like getting into trouble. Trust me, after all my experience, I really don't. I don't look for it, but trouble seems to find me...a lot. It would have to start...well I'm sixteen no, so...when I was born.

I was born in London and I lived with my Mum in a small flat. It was in a good area, which was why our flat was small, it was expensive. But I didn't really care, I loved it there. Even if it was just the two of us, it was great.

Well at home, it was great. At school, not so much. I had ADHD and dyslexia. I don't think I was stupid, just disadvantaged, if I didn't have my disabilities I probably could keep up with the top students. But it wasn't just that, tough guys started trying to scare me, try follow me home. There was also an incident with my really annoying math teacher and a thumb tack. After my mum found out, I was on the first train to boarding school.

The boarding school was called St. George's Academy, in Newcastle. I'm sure that if I could focus properly I would have excelled, but given that I couldn't my grades were lower than usual. The one thing I did do well in was fencing, I was good friends with my fencing partner Pete Wallace.

One day an assessment came up, I was told that if I didn't get a B, I couldn't go to the city champs. No matter how hard I studied, I ended up with a D+ and missed out. I guess that's what pushed me over the edge. I decided to run away.

Late one night when everyone was sleeping in their dorms, I grabbed a bag of my belongings and escaped. I hitchhiked back to London, not exactly the safest way but I didn't have much money and I couldn't call my mum.

I hoped that when I explained everything to her in person she'd understand. I was hopeless. I was wasting my time trying to learn things I clearly couldn't, I was wasting the time of the teachers, I was wasting my mum's money. If I could explain it to her, maybe she'd understand and I could be home schooled or something. But St George's Academy was not for me.

I held my thumb out sideways as cars passed me by. A guy in a postal delivery van, pulled up. He had salt-and-pepper hair, spilling out of his delivery cap, a slightly upturned nose and a glint in his eye. He opened the passenger seat door.

"Where you headed?"

"12, Hackney Road, London."

"That's a long way, away, kid," the delivery guy said.

"Oh."

He smiled. "Don't worry, I'm heading there anyway."

I hopped in the passenger seat and left my bag on the floor. The delivery guy began to drive away.

"So what's your name?" I said nothing. "C'mon kid. I'm giving you a free lift. Least you can do is tell me a little bit about yourself."

"Name's Charlie," I replied. He looked at me expectingly. "Charlie Blake." The look continued. I sighed. "Charles Francis Gregory Blake. Satisfied?"

He smirked. "Kind of. So where'd you run away from?"

"What makes you think I'm running away?"

"Well it's not everyday you find a what? Thirteen year old boy hitchinking. Gotta be a story behind that."

"Fourteen," I corrected. "I'm ADHD and dyslexic."

The delivery van guy listened to my story about constantly changing schools because I got into trouble, boarding school, the fencing match. I fell asleep in the van. When I woke up, it was morning and we were parked outside the flat my mum lived in.

"Good luck, Charlie," the delivery van guy said.

"Thanks," I collected my bag and got out as he drove away to make his delivery.

I went up the stairs to our flat and opened the door using my key. Mum was sitting at the breakfast table, she looked stressed out. I wondered what she had been stressed about now that I didn't live here.

"Mum, guess who's back?" I tried to smile and put her at ease.

Everything after that was a bit of a blur. Mum freaked. She told me I wasn't safe living with her, that was the reason she sent me to boarding school. And then she told me to take a shower before we headed to New York.

"New York? Mum-"

"Charlie, Charlie, you have to listen. It isn't safe for you living with me. You have to go to New York. I promise. It'll all make sense then."

AN: Hope you enjoyed that. The other characters will be introduced in the next or next two chapters. If you have any suggestions I'm open to then. PLEASE REVIEW.