Hehe, I have a second chapter I'm actually surprised I didn't give up yet. :)
So Perseus had called Rachel, she just rang the door bell and I think I'm jealous, not because I like Perseus, but because as a goddess I have to be the centre of attention.
I got up as the door bell rang and went to the door with Sally and Perseus, but on the way I rethought it and flopped down on the couch. Goddesses aren't supposed to 'flop' so I giggled a little and Perseus looked at me like I was insane before he opened the door and there was a redheaded girl in sweats looking at Perseus expectantly and irritated.
"Hey, Percy." She said.
Does no one respect the names given by their parents anymore?
"Hey, Rachel. I wanted you to meet a friend of mine Rachel this is . . . well . . . umm . . . yeah."
"You don't know her name, Percy? And she's still a friend?"
I chuckled. "Hello, Rachel."
"You can call me Rach if you'd like."
"She doesn't do nicknames." Perseus mumbled.
I smiled. I was starting to like Perseus.
Rachel shook her head to Perseus. Perseus gave her an unsure look and she shook her head again.
I looked away trying to be courteous.
"Well, Percy," Rachel said, "Are you all packed for camp?"
"Camp?" I asked.
"Yeah, every summer I go to a camp."
"Do you go too Rachel?"
"No, I don't, it's for special people." She said. Perseus glared at her and she just laughed.
"Huh, okay."
"Well, let's hang out in the kitchen." Perseus said.
"To the kitchen!" Rachel point her finger in the air and charged off. Perseus and I laughed.
"I just noticed, I really don't know your name." Perseus said. I just shrugged and walked off to the kitchen. Perseus followed and we all sat down. I noticed a newspaper sitting on the kitchen table. I picked it up looked at it and passed it to Rachel.
"What does this say?" I knew how to speak this strange language, but I never bothered to learn how to write it or read it.
Perseus looked shocked. Then I remembered that demi-gods have dyslexia and since I figured the camp for 'special people' was for demi-gods that if I could pass as a demi-god I could find out where Mount Olympus is and get into this camp with Perseus.
"It's just some article about Barack Obama." Said Rachel.
"You can't read?" Perseus asked me.
"Well, kinda but I have dyslexia." I answered.
"Huh." Rachel and Perseus looked at each other.
"Hey, Mom!" Perseus called .
"Yeah?" Sally said, walking into the kitchen.
"Did you know that she has dyslexia?" Perseus asked pointing at me.
"No, honey, I didn't that's interesting." She said, turning around, "Remember we're leaving to camp in an hour."
"Wait, Mom, I was thinking maybe she could come to camp with me?" He said, his voice rising up into a question.
Sally turned around, realization in her eyes. "Um, sure we'll go and ask Chiron if he can take another camper."
Chiron, the centaur? He's still around? Huh. Small world.
"Um, I'd love to go to camp, but I have no clothes or anything to take with me." I wish I did this might ruin my chances to get to camp.
"Huh, your right and you have no money as well."
I really didn't want to do this because it might make them more suspicious, but it was my only hope to get to camp. "Um, you think I could get some money from these?" I took out my endless bag of golden drachmas and dumped a few on the table and I suddenly had three shocked and curious eyes pointed at me. "I have more too." I said, holding up the still bulging bag.
"Um, yeah, you probably could get a lot of money from these." Perseus said.
"Well, hurry up we'll take them to a jeweller's and see what we can get for them."
Rachel left and Perseus stayed in the apartment, but Sally and I dashed to the jeweller's and got a hefty little sum for five of the golden drachmas. Then went to the mall and got tons of clothes and necessities, including bags to put them in them. We caught a cab back to the apartment. I put all the stuff in the bags, but put a few clothes and necessities into a backpack just in case I needed to make a run for it.
After we packed, I put my bags in Sally's car, so did Perseus and we set off to camp.
After a while of driving we made it to what Perseus called 'Half-Blood Hill' and by then he and Sally had decided they'd let Chiron explain camp to me. Which I would so rather not sit through. Perseus and I got out of the car and grabbed our bags from the trunk. Sally got out of the car and hugged Perseus goodbye.
He led me to the hill and as soon as we got to the top he looked at me and said "See if you can walk through." Then I realized the camp was protected only demi-gods could get though and gods to I supposed or hoped.
"Okay." I said, my voice brimming with courage.
I walked forward after a few steps I could see the entire camp played out in front of me. The cabins, the dining area, the wall climbing, the river, the training pavilion, the forest, and the strawberry field. I gasped, it was gorgeous. "I love it."
"Really, you aren't creeped out?"
"No, of course not."
"Oh, well, let's go to the big house."
"Okay"
We walked along until we had come to 'the big house'. We walked inside and there was a centaur, Chiron. I smiled. He was in his centaur form. "Hello."
"Hi. Percy who's this?" Chiron asked.
"Oh, well, sorry we didn't call, Chiron. But this is another half-blood . She came up to me and was asking where she was, so she came to my apartment and she is dyslexic, so my mom took her here and as it turns out she could make it though the borders by her self so . . . Yeah, she's a half-blood." Perseus said in one breath.
"I see, do you know where her parents are?" Chiron asked.
"I don't have any parents, sir." I said in fake intimidation.
"No parents at all? Well then sit down and I'll explain it to you." He said.
As I said before I didn't want to sit though this so I decided to say it myself. I took a long deep breath. "I know, I know. I'm a demi-god. One of the gods had a child with a mortal and I came along. This camp, Camp Half-Blood, is a safe haven for demi-gods, if you will, the gods on Mount Olympus watch the camp and make sure no monsters or mortals get past the borders and you can also control the weather to your liking. All the while, inside the borders demi-gods, or half-bloods, train to go on quests and save the world from random prophecies or monsters. How close did I get?" I said, exhaling.
"Practically perfect, of course my would have been longer."
"I know" I smiled.
"Did Percy explain it to you?"
"No, he didn't, no one did, I kinda guessed."
I looked at Perseus, he was dumbfounded. I patted him on the back and gave him a cheerful smile.
"Oh, well, there's a first for everything." He said, disappointed.
"Yeah, I guess." I responded.
"So, Percy, will you show our guest to the . . . umm, one second. Dionysus!!!"
I was suddenly very worried that Dionysus would recognize me. I didn't even know he was here! I gave Perseus a curious look and he whispered into my ear. "Dionysus was being punished so he was sent to work at Camp Half-Blood."
"That doesn't even seem like a punishment." I whispered back into his ear. He gave a low, throaty laugh and I smiled.
Dionysus walked in the door and he gave me a suspicious look before saying, "What?"
"We have a new camper and we were wondering, which cabin she should stay in?" Chiron said.
"Well, don't we usually put them in the Hermes cabin?"
"Yes, but I was wondering if we had room in that cabin."
"Sure, we do just stuff her in there."
I leaned over and whispered in Perseus's ear. "Is he angry because of the punishment or because he misses his wife, Ariadne?"
"Both" Dionysus said. "And I don't believe you're supposed to talk about a god while he's still in the room."
"Sorry, Lord Dionysus." I said.
"No problem."
I managed a weak smile.
"Ah, Peter Johnson, did you bring this young half-blood to us?"
"Yeah."
"Well, welcome half-blood." Dionysus said to me, I was seriously getting tired of being called a half-blood, already, of course I never told them my name and I couldn't use Atalantis, which means 'mighty huntress' (A/N Atalantis really does mean mighty huntress.) because the gods might get suspicious so I needed to make up a fake name.
Which was when Chiron took the liberty of asking, "What is your name?"
And for fake names I was coming up blank.
