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Chapter 2: I confuse Chiron

We landed as the camp was preparing for dinner, and just about then I realized how hungry I was. Several of the campers began to whoop as they noticed us. I turned and looked at Airiana, whose bright green dress was scratched and torn in several places. It was a great look for her, showing off her slender but full body and accenting her soil brown eyes and flowing, auburn hair, but I think she was beginning to get embarrassed.

"Let's go to the big house and get you some new clothes," I said.

"That's a good idea," she said. "Where is the big house?" I pointed out the huge house in the middle of camp and we began to head up to it. "I'm Airiana by the way, Airiana Wilson; well technically it's Wildaughter, my dad's name is Will," she said, holding her hand out to shake mine.

Dad's name Will, therefore goddess mother I thought. "Alexander Jackson, but most people just call me Alex. And my dad's name is Percy, not Jack," I said.

"Percy huh," she said looking back at my dad who was attempting to feed the horses. "He seems to really like horses."

"Well he should, being the son of Poseidon and all," I said.

"There is only one God and Poseidon is not Him," she informed me.

"If you're speaking of the metaphysical, or 'big G God' as we call him, he is definitely more powerful and stuff. But we don't deal with the ruler of the universe, that's the Olympian's job. We just deal with the Olympians."

She turned me aside and looked me straight in the eye. "The Greek gods aren't real," she said sternly.

"Gee thanks," a robust man said coming up to us. "Try to turn over a new leaf and this is what I get?" Mr. D said.

"Meet one," I said. "This is Mr. D, god of wine."

"How do you do?" Mr. D said, conjuring a glass of wine out of thin air. It quickly turned to a can of diet coke. "I thought I got a reward for the battle!" he screamed at the sky. The comment was met with thunder. Mr. D shrugged.

"What was that?" Airiana asked.

"My father's reaction to my comment," Mr. D said plainly. "Welcome to camp, don't be late for dinner," he said, heading for the pavilion.

"Was that really Dionysus?" she asked.

"Shhh!" I said as he turned and glared back at her. "Yes it is, but whatever you do, don't say his name. Names have power. Not saying them is usually good in this world."

We arrived at the big house where Chiron was already waiting with a Camp t-shirt. I went back to see if my mother had a pair of jeans for Airiana.

My dad had gotten to Hera's cabin before I did and my parents were arguing. They didn't argue much, but when they did I usually tried to stay in the corner and remain invisible. They were, after all, demigods and if things got ugly, they got REALLY ugly. But today I headed directly for them for some reason.

"He could have been killed!" my mother was saying.

"He's the reason I wasn't!" my dad responded.

I felt a tug at my gut and the words just came out. "Hey, cool it! The past is in the past, let's just make Airiana feel welcome ok?" I said. Whoa, where did that come from? I expected my parents to scold me, but they seemed to come into and out of a trance.

"You're right. Percy I'm sorry," my mother said. "Alex, what did you need?" she asked.

I stood in shock. What had just happened? "Airiana needs some jeans," I said. "Her dress got kind of destroyed in the battle." My mother went and got a couple pair while my dad eyed me suspiciously. "Something is different about you," he said as my mother returned with the jeans. I took the jeans back up to the big house without looking to long at him. I handed the jeans to Airiana and she went upstairs to change.

"So, who is she?" Chiron asked.

"Airiana Wilson," I said. "All we know is that she has a mortal dad. She shows major signs of being a daughter of Demeter, but according to Grover she doesn't smell like it."

"Where is Grover?" Chiron asked.

"Dad didn't seem too worried about leaving. I assumed that Grover had told Percy where he was going," I said. "Hey, I've got a question." I told him about what had happened in the cabin and how I had suddenly known Airiana's name after feeling a tug in my gut.

He looked at me. I'm nothing to look at really, 5 foot nothing and scrawny but pure muscle. I have my father's (and grandfather's) jet black hair but my eyes are more of a brown mushy color. Eyes always tell the demigod. Perhaps that was why Chiron always seemed to stare into them. This time there was a look of shock on his face as if something were different. "Your eyes have changed," he said. "You haven't been talking to any banished Titans have you?"

"You mean Kronos?" I asked. Thunder rolled and Chiron quickly shushed me. "Sorry," I said.

"Yes, that's who I mean," he said.

"No, why?" I asked.

"Your eyes have turned a light golden color," he said. "Not as strong as Luke's when he was hosting my father, but definitely golden."

I rushed over to the television and peered at my reflection. It was faint, but the brown was definitely gone. My eyes appeared almost royal blue with a faint golden outline, like a silver lining on a cloud. As I focused on each color it seemed like that color became more prominent. "What does it mean?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said. I've never seen eyes like those or powers like the ones you described. It could just be a gift from the gods."

"Speaking of a gift from the gods, I received this during the battle," I said pulling out the toothpick and twirling it into the gladius. Chiron seemed extremely interested.

"It's a new weapon," he said after looking at it for several minutes during which Airiana returned. I introduced her to the centaur. "See, the weapon has no name inscribed. I think it's yours to name," Chiron said.

"Sabertooth," I said and the letters magically engraving themselves on the blade. Chiron looked at me impressed. "What?" I asked, "it sounded right."

"Hey that reminds me, this is yours," Airiana said taking off the ring that was Goliath.

"No, keep it," I said. "I have Sabertooth now, and besides, it never quite worked for me anyway."

"Thanks," she said, slipping the ring back on. The dinner horn blew and we headed for the pavilion.

"Conch shell," Airiana said. I smiled in acknowledgment as we headed for the pavilion. I directed her to the Hermes cabin and decided to sit there with her. Technically I was allowed since no god had claimed me, and sitting with her seemed like a really good idea.

"Hey Alex, where were you man? How am I supposed to get a ball game going without my star point guard?" asked a tall African American man who was walking up to the table.

"Saving Airiana," I said. She hit me and reminded me who exactly did the saving. "Jayzon, Airiana Wilson. Airiana, Jayzon Green, son of Apollo."

"Pleased to meet you," Jayzon said, putting way too much emphasis on the first word.

"Back off, she just got here man," I said a little too quickly.

"Hey, it's cool man," he said. Just then Chiron stomped his hoof and the room got quiet as Jayzon made his way across to the Apollo table. I quickly told Airiana how to fill her glass and I filled mine with Mountain Dew. Great stuff.

"To the gods," Chiron said. "To the gods," we all repeated. The woods began to move and wood nymphs came out carrying all sorts of delicious foods. I piled my plate high with the spaghetti, my favorite, and picked out several fruits and vegetables. Even though she was at the Athena table, my mother was always watching. I got a nice juicy apple for my grandfather.

"What are they doing?" Airiana asked as the tables got up one my one, walked to the bonfire in the middle of the pavilion and scraped the best portion of their food into the fire.

"Burnt offering to the god of their choice," I said, adding "They like the smell" after I saw her face.

Airiana went first, "Whoever you are, please tell me what's going on," she said. I gave my apple to Poseidon and returned to a great meal at table eleven. Although, eating with the children of the god of thieves is not fun when you got more spaghetti than anyone else.

Chris Williams, cabin eleven's counselor, led Airiana to her temporary home and I caught up with Jayzon on his way to the campfire. "Hey, sorry about earlier," I said. "I didn't mean to snap."

"Na, it's all cool," he said. "So, who's is she?"

"We don't know. But if they keep their promise to dad we won't have to wait long. You should have seen her though, really awesome." We took our seats at the campfire.

I love Camp Half-Blood campfires. The Greeks have all the best camp songs, and if I can get a seat next to a son or daughter of Apollo it makes them even better. The food digesting in my stomach and the stories which Chiron tells are better than anything the mortal world can offer. This one was made even better when Airiana joined me after the tour of her cabin.

We had just sung "Ode to Hercules" and were settling in to listen to Chiron tell us the tale of the great quest of Abraham Lincoln when it happened.

I had always wanted it to happen. I had dreamed about it for as long as I could remember. Usually I would be standing in the creek, or standing on the beach, or canoeing on the lake. Occasionally I would be at the campfire. The whole camp would gasp and then burst into applause. Chiron would hail me as son of Poseidon or Athena and I would finally be accepted as one of the group. I would be allowed to go on quests. I could use my powers and my parents would help me learn. All I needed was the little glowing medallion to appear over my head with either a trident or an owl, the symbols of my grandfather and grandmother respectively, letting me know where to go next.

Instead I had sat idly by and watched as the other campers, the "real" half-bloods, got their medallions. Oh, I put up a good face, smiled and congratulated them and all that jazz. But at night I would plead with Poseidon (who was secretly my favorite, don't ever tell Athena that) to just claim me already. Or at least tell me what I needed to do to earn his respect. But the medallion never came. Each gasp at the campfire was for someone else.

So you can understand how, when everyone gasped on this particular night and looked at me, I looked immediately at Airiana. After all, she had just arrived and she needed claiming. And I had begun to give up hope that I would ever be claimed. But she was looking above me. Panic suddenly overcame me. Yes, I had always wanted it to happen, but now that I was beginning to understand that it had I wanted to take it back. Getting claimed would mean moving out of cabin two and into either cabin three or cabin six. It meant a complete change of life. But such was the life of a demigod. So I took a deep breath and looked up to see if it was a trident or owl.

It was a tiara. (I would later be corrected: it actually was a diadem)

I didn't understand. I had always been told that I was either the property of Poseidon or Athena. Who sent the tiara? I looked at Chiron; now was always the time that he hailed whoever had been claimed and announced who had claimed them. But he seemed as confused as I was. "That's not possible," he said. "Annabeth was the mother! I saw it with my own eyes! I caught the baby!"

A silence followed as the medallion stayed over my head, as if waiting for Chiron. "It's ok," my mother finally said, looking everywhere but at me or my dad.

Chiron cleared his throat loudly before almost whispering, "Hail Winston Alexander Jackson, son of Hera."