I woke up and -naturally- screamed, I was in a completely different place. It looked like a huge tent, it was a unfriendly beige color and there were bandaged, broken and bruised kids older and around my age all over. They seemed to be in cots. There was dim lighting but I could still see around, there were also people with goat feet! Yeah, Feet!

I hand clamped over my mouth and I saw Mr. Johnson. At least something was normal or close to it. Except when I looked down he had dark, brown, furry legs! He was like the others! I shoved his hand off and tried to untangle myself from the bed.

"Anastasia! Calm down now!" I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was all a dream. "Unless you want to break that sprained ankle stop fidgeting."

"But your-r-e half horse."

"No. That's a Centaur. Now, eat this." He gave me a yellow-ish bar.

I started to eat it and it tasted like my dad's burgers. Which was really strange.

"Feel better?" He asked and I nodded.

"Where am I?"

"Basic question? Do you want geographical or specific?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Both."

"Long Island, Camp Half-Blood."

"And that means- wait! we left Connecticut?"

"Yeppers, good job you know the USA. I taught you well."

He pulled a stool closer to him and plopped down.

"Why am I here?"

He groaned. "Ugh, this will take a while. Half-Blood or you could say Demi-God-"

"Like in old tales?" I cut him off.

"I was talking. But anyways, yes as in Greek Mythology. This is a camp where they all go to train, the only safe place for them. All the gods creatures and myths are true, ect. And now recently discovered Roman is too. The end."

My eyes widened. "You're crazy. Those Gods aren't real." Thunder rumbled.

"Don't make them angry. You have a job to do as a Demi-god."

"Excuse me?"

"All you have to do is be claimed. There is no denying that a goddess's blood runs in your veins."

I rubbed my temples. This really can't be happening.

"Who is my 'Godly Parent' then?" He shrugged.

"How am I supposed to know? You have to me CLAIMED."

I wasn't always the nice student to Mr. Johnson. He was always sarcastic and pushy. But he did save my life, I think.

"Thank you." I stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"To get fresh air." Then the tent flaps opened and a man with white pants came in. Or not pants they were fluffy horse legs and black hooves instead of feet.

Great, I would never get used to this.

I immediately took a step back.

"Don't be afraid. We are all the good guys here."

I nodded. Either way this was all a little scary.

"If I go out there I'm not going to find a normal camp am I?"

The guy laughed.

"Nope. Nothing is 'normal' here. I'm Chiron." He walked, er, trotted over and extended his hand.

I hesitantly shook it and expected someone to jump out and scream 'Gotcha!' But no one did. "Come on. I will give you the grand tour."

He started heading out the door and I halfheartedly followed him.

"Um, Mr. Chiron, what about my dad?"

His hand froze on the beige tent flap.

"You won't be able to see him again."

"What?" He continued out the tent.

"Here are the stables, where we keep the Pegasus and-" He just keep talking and started the tour like nothing.

"No. This can't be happening."

I shook my head roughly and backed up from him.

"I know it is difficult, but it's dangerous out for you and-"

"No! You can't make me stay here. I-I-I-"

He turned to face me and I saw sorrow in his eyes.

"You have to. More Hellhounds and monsters will come after you until you're dead. It isn't safe for you out there."

I couldn't help it, I ran. I felt childish, even though I'm fifteen, except I couldn't think of anything else to do.

I knew he would come after me and with those legs I most likely had no chance. I smacked into something hard and warm arms caught me.

"Whoa. Running from Clarissa?" He laughed.

He steadied me and extended his hand.

"I'm Leo. Leo Valdez."