A/N: Don't worry; this chapter is a little longer. Oh, and let me just mention that Hydra is fourteen. Keep reviewing!

Chapter 2

Hydra's POV

Twenty minutes later, my mom was still going on and on about camp. We lived on Long Island, so I knew it shouldn't be much farther away. I decided to play the license plate game in my head. Minnesota. There goes a gas station. And a shopping center. Next up is a bank. Florida.

That was when the car slowed to a stop. Above out heads was a big wooden sign that had engraved letters: Half-Blood Hill. I got out, and my mom helped with my suitcase. These last couple of weeks have been hell. Monsters were constantly attacking me. I guess they decided to finally cut me some slack, because the trip to camp was monster-free, just the way I liked it. I started walking toward this huge white house, when a half-horse thing came out of it. The thing smiled at me, and said, "Welcome, Hydra! We've been expecting you!"

I whipped out my sword. "How do you know my name?" Just as I'm beginning to think I'm safe, I run into another monster.

But the thing just laughed. "I am not a monster. You have nothing to fear here," it said, as if he (at least I thought it was a he) could read my mind.

I didn't trust him. "Prove it." I jutted my sword at him, aiming at the hollow of his throat. I was a good five yards away, but still.

Just then a kid with blond-gold hair walked by us, "Hey, Chiron," he said, as if this happened every day.

The thing…Chiron? Turned to him and said, "Eron, can you please tell Hydra here that I am not a monster?"

Eron laughed. "Trust me, Chiron is cool. It's Mr. D. you got to watch out for. Later." And with that, he walked off toward a dome-shaped building.

Chiron was grinning as Eron left. He said, "Don't worry; Mr. D. isn't all that bad. He's just gone through some...difficulties."

I decided not to press the matter further as to what Mr. D's difficulties were and instead said, "So what are you? And how does that boy know you? And where am I going to go when I'm done talking to you? What am I going to do when I get there? How-"

Chiron held his hand up, stopping me in mid-question. "I am a centaur, and Eron knows me because I am the camp's activities director. After I have found someone to give you a tour, you will go to the Hermes cabin, and unpack your things."

"Why can't I go to my father's cabin?"

"Because you are unclaimed, and Hermes is the God of Travelers." Makes sense.

"When will my dad claim me?"

Chiron gave me a sad smile. "It varies. For some it's five minutes, others five years and a few campers are never claimed."

"Oh."

"Yes, now give me a minute while I try to find someone suitable to be your tour guide," Chiron said with a serious expression on his face. Well, I guess some of the campers aren't exactly his favorites. "Eron," Chiron called the blond-gold haired boy I had seen earlier. "Would you be so kind as to show Hydra around?"

Eron smirked. "Whatever you say, O Great One." He made a gesture for me to precede him, and I stepped forward hesitantly.

"It's okay, Hydra," Chiron chided, "Eron here will make you feel at home."

I decided this Eron guy was all right, and followed him through the buildings as he showed me the different cabins, the campfire, the Big House, and finally, he stopped in front of what was supposedly the Hermes cabin. After our "little walk", I learned that Eron was actually kind of cute, with his blond-gold hair that fell over his forehead, and his electric blue eyes. In a way, he was the All-American boy, and I was the new girl.

So you could see how intimidated I felt when Eron said, "Here you are," and walked away, in a confident stride that reflected complete and total arrogance.

I guess this is it. I took a deep breath, and opened the screen door leading to an overcrowded room. Everyone dropped what they were doing to stare at me. What am I, a freak show?

In a shaky voice, I said, "Which bed is mine?" A tall boy with brown hair pointed to a small bed in the corner, completely unmade. It was light wood, with a plain mattress. As I began unpacking my things, the silence turned to whispers, and then back to its original chaos. Chiron didn't say anything about what I do when I'm done unpacking. I decided to track him down and ask him. I am happy to say that no eyes followed me out the door. I could see Chiron, about 1/4 mile away, talking to a naiad. I began tromping toward him.

He saw me coming and said, "Has there been a problem?" His eyes were full of concern.

"No, no problem," I replied. "I was just wondering what I do, now that I've unpacked my things."

"Anything, as long as it won't get you into trouble."

Anything? "Like what?"

"Like, sword fighting, talking, sleeping, eating, swimming-just not at night-, practicing, challenging-"

"Wait a second. What do you mean 'practicing'?"

Chiron smiled. "Your powers."

Oh, right. Yeah. Powers. Completely normal stuff. "All righty then. I'll go...practice." And with that, I walked off, completely unsure what to 'practice'.

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