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Percy's POV

After we landed and the guys jumped up, offering Mira their clothes and a ton of showers, the Aphrodite girls, assuming she was one of them, took her under their wing and got her all cleaned up while we waited in the Big House. Chiron and Mr. D played pinochle while Grover and I tried desperately to explain to our girlfriends that-

"Nothing happened I swear!"

"You were both covered in glitter from her half-naked body, and you're telling me that nothing happened?"

"We all had to fit on one pegasus! Would you have rather we got killed by harpies?"

"Well, maybe I would! Then you wouldn't have fooled around with that girl on a flying horse!"

Annabeth was no longer talking to me, Juniper was crying those weird green tears of hers in Grover's arms, and the rest of the cabin leaders were just watching with an awestruck fascination as our lives slowly went to Hades.

Just at that moment Mira walked in with Stacey Selivetti, one of the Aphrodite girls that helped her out, and this didn't help our arguments at all. Thank the gods, though, when she saw the turmoil she had caused, she called both Juniper and Annabeth over to her, and set the record straight. It was obvious that, even though not minutes before they were accusing us of having done a lot more than flown with her, they trusted her word more than ours, especially now that she was fully clothed. I couldn't hear exactly what she said but I heard "mentioned he had a girlfriend immediately" and "nothing happened on the horse", which set the record fully straight. The girls came over to us and apologized, contrite look on their faces, and Mira walked to where Chiron, in his wheelchair, and M. D were sitting.

"I'm sorry. I should have known you wouldn't do that. I just…"

"It's okay." Our words were whispers, and I gave Annabeth a light kiss on the forehead as she snuggled up under my arm. Warmth filled me from where she touched, but I didn't have much time to think about it, because then the meeting started.

"Good morning, Mira." She smiled at him. "My name is Chiron, and this is Mr. D." The god waved at her absent mindedly." I would say for Grover to show you the orientation film, but it appears that you've already been fully oriented on the most pressing of matters. Now, here at Camp Half-Blood, all the campers are demi-gods. Do you know what that means?"

"In Greek mythology, a demi-god was the son or daughter of a god and a mortal." She said it like a child of Athena, one who was all facts and knowledge.

Chrion beamed at her. "Very good! The thing is, you're here because you're one, too. Now, the dyslexia and the ADHD are all natural, it's part of your Greek heritage and-"

"But I don't have dyslexia, or ADHD."

Silence ran through the whole room. Chrion swallowed, and Mr. D began to whistle a depressingly merry tune.

"Then how are you even here?" This was Clarisse, being her usual cantankerous self, rude as always. "If she doesn't have those then she's not a demi-god. How did you get through the barrier?"

"Yeah, but she's got synesthesia, so that's gotta count for something, right?" Grover was the first to speak up for her, obviously already in her corner. I could see Juniper tighten her fists at his comment.

"Synesthesia?" Chiron asked her.

"Yeah. When I hear a name, I see colors, in a single line across my vision that leads to them, almost like a thread. For instance, when I heard your name, I saw grey. It was very pale, almost withered, as if it had been left in the sun too long, but it was also strong. You're very old, aren't you? Much older than you look. And like Grover," Her head tilted sideways. "You're not exactly…human, are you?"

Chrion stared for a bit, and then stood up from his wheelchair, revealing the part of him that was a stallion. "I was granted immortality from Zeus for as long as I stayed at Camp Half-Blood and trained the demi-gods. You see a lot, don't you?"

She smiled at him.

"Oh, and she knows people's names. Like, before she even hears them. It's crazy, man." Then Grover told the story of how he knew my name, and Blackjack's, and Juniper's face grew darker, as if she was ready to throttle him with a branch. I decided that I would be better off if I never mentioned Mir to Annabeth, ever.

"Interesting…" Annabeth examined her, almost as if she wanted to know what made her tick. Well, maybe I could wait until they were friends. The way she was going, she was Athena's kid already.

"Maybe she's just a human, with the ability to see through the mist…" Now doubt was beginning to spread on the faces of the campers. This was not good. Doubt meant division, and that was never good unless it was friendly.

"No, she's definitely something, we're sure of that; we're just not sure what. Grover, explain?"

He hopped up, gave Juniper a quick kiss, which brought a little light back to her eyes and took center stage.

"The satyrs have made a system for classifying demi-gods that we're supposed to go collect. It doesn't reflect on the strength or importance of the demi-god themselves, but on the threat to their safety that their smell provokes. Class One is all the lesser gods and goddesses, which means that very few monsters will be after them. Class Two is the gods and goddesses on Olympus that aren't the Big Three. Class Three is, well, the Big Three, like Percy and Nico."

"Whoo, go Big Three!" Nico and I air-high-fived across the room while everyone else rolled their eyes at our idiocy.

"Shut up, Percy. Then there's Class Four, which is a child of two demi-gods, with both powers. Mira is Class Five. A letter appeared in my mailbox alerting me of her presence, which specified her Class Level. We didn't even know there was a Class Five, so we have no idea what she is. Congrats, girl." He clapped her on the shoulder and went to sit with Juniper.

Just then, a symbol began to form above her head. It took nearly five minutes for it to form and in the meantime, we all took bets on what she was. Most people said Aphrodite, even though with her Class Five ranking that was totally improbable, Annabeth and her siblings said Athena, but I said Ares, given how she had fought on the fly, and Grover said Zeus, since she was totally comfortable in the air itself.

When it finally fully appeared, it was nothing we'd ever seen before. Chrion was just staring quietly, and even Mr. D was paying attention, slightly drawn in by the spectacle she was making.

There was a spindle throwing out a line of thread, a ruler that was measuring the thread, and a giant pair of scissors that was slicing the tip of it off.

"What…what is that?" Mira looked nervous, glancing around at our faces, unsure of what to make of our unsteady silence.

"Spindle, thread, scissors…" Annabeth's mind was reeling, thoughts pin wheeling around in her head. "The Three Fates!"

Everyone looked at her. "I think she's a daughter of The Fates."

There was a sharp crack and a puff of smoke and then there were three women on the top of the table. One was spinning a series of threads through a spindle, the other was measuring and making marks on a floating scroll, and the third just stood there, scissors in hand, ready to snip. I let go of Annabeth and drew my sword, along with the Ares cabin and Nico. They emulated power, and cowed everyone in the room. Chiron backed away a few steps, and Mr. D was more enraptured by the three women then I had ever seen him.

"I would not be so hasty with that sword, young sea prince…There would be certain consequences..." It was the spinner that spoke, with a voice that seemed warm enough, but the veiled shield of threats lay behind the tone of her words. She looked at me as she spun, but never quite met my eyes.

"Who are you?" I slowly lowered Riptide, getting the feel that if they were dangerous, Annabeth and Chrion would have told us so already. Instead, Annabeth was taking mental notes.

"I'm Clotho. This is Lachesis, and that's Atropos. I'm sure you've guessed just what we are by now."

"The Sisters of Fate"

"Very good, sea prince." She offered me a smile that warmed my skin and chilled me to the core. "And it appears that we have some explaining to do…Lachesis?"

"Yes, well, here is the story." Lachesis appeared troubled, hurried, probably since she was the one who made the decisions for everyone's life, even the gods. "We thought that it was unfair that the gods got to have all the children and that we were just known, and feared, as the ones who could kill you if they wanted. So we decided that we should have our own child, for the sake of keeping our legacy alive and giving the demi-gods a valuable weapon. We imbued our essence into the womb of a dying young girl. She gave birth to Mira here, and then died in the natural course of her life. Mira belongs to us. That's what a Class Five is. She's a daughter of Fate."

There was stunned silence. No one could say anything, just stared at The Fates and the girl who was their daughter.

"Now if you'll excuse us, we have to go back to work."

They disappeared much in the way they came, with a crack and smoke, leaving us speechless.

"Well. This is certainly different."

"Wait-did they say we gained a valuable weapon?" The whole Ares cabin stirred; they were typically excited to see what she was capable of. There was nothing they loved more than a new weapon. "So, what can you do?"

She shrugged the question off with a half-smile and a tilt of her head. I'm not sure, but I thought I saw her mouth 'Clarisse' to herself as the girl focused on her.

"Where's she going to be staying? It's not like we have a cabin for The Fates." Annabeth, ever the practical one, made sure to sort out basics first.

"We want her!" The Ares cabin shouted with triumph. "If she's a weapon, she deserves to live with us!"

"No, we want her! Who helped her clean up? Us!" The Aphrodite girls cheered for their prize, and the boys backed them up.

"I say we get her! Did you hear how she knew her stuff? It's obvious she belongs with us!" Everyone joined in on the action, from Hephaestus to Apollo, Nemesis to Hermes, each staking their claim on the girl with the impossible parents.

"SHUT UP!" Mr. D threw down his cards and glared us all to silence. "Now, Megan here will switch cabins every night until we can find a permanent home for her."

Mira flipped her head to the other side, studying, examining. "You're Dionysius, I presume. The god of wine, madness, parties and ecstasy. What are you doing at a training camp for heroes?" Her voice was soft and lulling, luring us into listening harder; weaving a dreamlike cloth around our ears, making us realize that she knew all of this by his name. " You don't want to be here. All you want it to be on Olympus, with your beloved wife. And it's Mira, by the way."

He tried to keep the amazement out of his eyes, and it worked a little, and he somehow retained his normal arrogance and sarcasm. "Yes, yes whatever. Where would you like to sleep, Miss Fates?"

Mira glanced around at the faces in the room, each a little bit sickeningly hopeful, but I prayed to the gods that she wouldn't choose me. Annabeth would never forgive me. Ever.

Obviously someone was listening, because she settled her eyes on the dark, quiet boy sitting in the corner, who she apparently knew would have the most space. Head once again tilted in a way that made me think that was how she knew things, she zeroed in on the one person, aside from myself, who hadn't been asking for her.

"Nico Di Angelo. I'll sleep in the Hades cabin."

He looked up at her with a small bit of wonder in his eyes, and I realized that they were about the same age. I also realized that he didn't have a girlfriend, and that it was just about time for him to get one. Grover looked at me with a smile I knew from way back when we still attended middle school-it was his mischievous, 'Let's make somethin' big happen!' look, and I missed it dearly.

As everyone filed out of the Big House to go to our respective cabins, Grover and I ran over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders before he could steal away from us.

"So-what are you going to do?" Grover slung his arm over his shoulder, giving him a look that invited him to dance with the devil and feast on souls.

"Huh?" I swear, for surviving a war he is one of the most naïve people I have ever laid eyes on, even if he has gotten taller and filled out.

"About the hot chick sleeping in your cabin, man!" Grover kept his voice low to avoid being overheard. "You gonna try to get some? Maybe you can make her stay for more." He added a wink to his last sentence, making Nico blush in his fifteen year old simplicity.

"I-I don't really know."

"Come on, bro." Grover grabbed him and steered him towards my cabin, where the only person who would over hear was Tyson. I mean, it's not like me and Grover had suddenly become sex experts because we had girlfriends, but we definitely knew more than he did. I was suddenly looking forward to the talk we were about to force down his throat.

"Come on, cuz." I smiled at Nico, trying to reassure him. "This is gonna be fun."

I think he was praying to Hades to get him out of there.

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