Here is the next chapter to the story. You know what? I love the name Crate. I may just have to name one of my children that. Hmmm. *ponders*

Chapter Two
I Go to a Camp for the Different

Crater didn't have to take me far. We only took about seven steps and we were at the building.

Crater's hands left my back and he walked up to the door. He knocked three times and then came back to stand next to me. When the door opened, a man stepped out. He had a chubby face, curly hair, and bloodshot eyes. He wore one of those ugly Hawaiian shirts. If you looked down at his feet, you would see purple running shoes. "Is this him?" he asked. He had the voice of an unhappy grandfather (don't ask me why).

"Ya…yes sir," Crater said. I looked at Crater and saw his hesitance. I could barely make out the quivering of his bottom lip. I turned my head to look back at the man.

The man looked at me and then sighed. "Well come on in. Crater, you may go back to doing whatever it is you kids do these days," he said. He turned and began walking back into the building. I looked at Crater. Crater looked at me. He nodded is head towards the door. I turned back and walked inside the building.

Inside, I looked around. I saw the old man out behind the house. I walked through the house, looking all around it. I walked out the back door onto a porch. The old man was now sitting at a small table playing a game of cards with a… horse?

I walked around to the table and got a better look of the thing. It had the torso and up of a man and the rest of him was a horse. It was a centaur. I looked at the man in awe. Amazed by what I saw. I reached my hand out to touch it but he moved.

"Please do not touch me, young one," the man spoke. He looked down at me and smiled. "Hello. I am the activities director here at Camp Half-Blood. My name is Chiron," he told me. He held out one of his hands for me to shake. I took it hesitantly.

His name rang a bell in my head. I just couldn't remember why I couldn't remember. I released his hand and then looked at the man. The man looked at the cup and touched it. It filled with a liquid substance. He picked it up and took a drink.

He sat it back down and then looked up at me. "What do you want Alexander Taylor?" he asked. I froze. I never told him my name. He seemed pleased by this. He smiled. "Ah. You didn't think I knew your name now did you? I know you name boy," he told me.

"This is Dionysus. But the campers call him Mr. D. He is the camp director," Chiron told me.

That name was familiar to me. I looked at Chiron. "But I never signed up for a summer camp! I have school tomorrow. And I bet my mom is freaking out by now," I told him. Mr. D sighed.

"Your mom knows you here boy. We have already made contact with her," he told me.

"What about school? I have to go to school! I have a chemistry test tomorrow," I told him. And with that, I jumped off the porch. I walked around to the front of the place and began walking away. I walked towards the woods, not knowing where else to go.

I took off sprinting, not looking back. I kept on running for 15 minutes. I stopped once I got to a river. I bent down and filled my hands with some water and then held it up to my mouth, drinking it. I then splashed some on my face. I placed my hands on my knees and took in a deep breath. All I wanted was to get out of this place and go home. I stood back up and jumped over the river.

I continued by walking for a few more minutes until I came to a rock. The sun was barely up giving off a small amount of light. By the amount of light, I could tell the rock was in the shape of a fist. I sat down and leaned back against it. I titled my head back to look up at the sky.

I just wanted to go home. I just wanted to go home. "Hello?" someone asked.

I looked in the direction of the sound. I could make out the figure of a human but nothing else. "Hello?" I repeated.

They walked out into the little light there was. "My name is Percy. We have been looking for you Alexander," he told me. His hair was as dark as the sky and was about 5'10 with an athletic build. He had a sword in one of his hands. He clicked the end of it and it turned into a pin. He slipped it into his back pocket. He began walking towards me. He made it all the way towards me and sat down next to me on the ground.

"Why'd you run?" he asked me. I turned my head to look at him. He was close enough for me to see his eye color: sea green. I looked down at my hands and then up at the sky.

"I don't want any of this. I just want to go back home and go back to sleep. I can't remember how I got onto the street. I know I have heard the names Chiron and Dionysus before but I can't remember from where," I told him.

"It's alright Alexander. We will help you. That's what this place is all about. It's about helping out young demigods and getting them ready for the world outside of this camp. We will help you remember. We are gonna help you out Alexander," Percy told me. I looked up at him.

"But I don't belong here. I know I don't. I'm different than the rest of these guys." I told him. I know people say that all the time, but I knew I was different than the rest of them.

"Well, this is a camp for the different," Percy said.