"Well then, you finally made it. I was beginning to worry Alexandra." A voice behind me boomed. I turned to find an enormous centaur towering over me. "Your arm is bleeding. Drink a sip of this." He commanded. I did as he said. It tasted like a glass of crisp apple juice. Delicious. My arm immediately started to heal. We walked to this large farm house. A man was sitting there. He seemed to be nice.
"Well who do we have here?" he asked.
"Alexandra Shoop sir." I replied nervously.
"Okay then Alexandra, I need to tell you something." He said. "You know all those greek myths? Well they are real. The Heroes, the monsters, even the Gods. I myself am the god Hermes. I run this camp. You are the daughter of one of the goddesses, which means you are a demigod. We just have to find out which one."
"It's either Demeter or Aphrodite." Althea said. "She has green eyes so it's not Athena, Hecate, or Calypso, and she has musical ability so it's not any of the other minor goddesses."
"Since we don't know which one you are, we will put you in My cabin. Hermes." Hermes said. I walked down to the Hermes cabin, which was rather empty at the moment.
"Are you a demigod as well, Althea?" I asked.
"No, I'm a satyr. I wear fake feet." She replied.
"Oh." I mumbled. She then left me to unpack on one of the empty bunks. The Hermes cabin filed in while I was unpacking and looked rather perplexed.
"Who are you?" One of the few asked.
"I'm Alexandra Shoop. They put me in this cabin." I answered meekly.
"Regular or" He asked again.
"Undetermined." The head person said. Everyone groaned.
"How do you know that?" I asked
"You don't look like the rest of us." He said. "Since you're done packing and you were probably given a tour by your Satyr, let's get you some armor and a weapon for capture the flag tonight. What's your ideal weapon?"
"Bow and arrow." I said confidently. I got nervous as a murmur broke out in the crowd.
"Usually we have the Apollo cabin with the Bows. If you're good then we may get you in with them." The counselor said. We walked down to the armory to get me fitted with armor.
"Size 9" the person measuring me said. "Small people never last long in capture the flag" he added.
"No threatening newbie's Charles" The counselor, whose name I now know is Travis Stoll, said. "She's only a Bow.
We got me fitted and then had me get a bow that fit. I immediately knew what each of the sizes was. I chose smaller, lighter one and 12 celestial bronze tipped arrows. I decided to get some practice in. The Hermes cabin gathered round to watch. They must be waiting for me to fail. I shot the bow and got a bull's-eye.
"Beginners luck." Connor Stoll retorted. He was the other counselor of the Hermes cabin. I knocked two arrows this time and got two bulls-eyes. I was impressed with myself.
