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Chapter Two : Frying pans, WC and Gods

Remember when I said I felt safe? Well, I couldn't be more wrong.

Eyes closed, laying down on my bed, I thought of all the things that had happened that day. After a moment, I decided to stand up, wanting to ask the other teenagers that were in the bungalow more about Camp. Standing up, I felt something against my stomach, like a rope. A hard thing hit my head violently. I opened my eyes and saw it was a frying pan (?) hung to the ceiling by a rope – I was on the upper bed – that wasn't there before. I took it and pulled it to remove it from the ceiling. As I did so, a liter of shaving foam fell on me. I gave a cry and heard some laughs around me. I tried removing it and thought that my bed was ruined. I tried understanding what had just happened: when I had stood up, I had pulled on the rope that was the same that held the pan on the ceiling. It had cause the frying pan to hit my head. And when I had stupidly pulled on it, it had pulled on the same rope that held a pot full of shaving foam. The idea was well planned, but it was still a stupid thing to do.

I looked around me to see who was the person stupid enough to do such a childish thing. All of the campers were laughing or giggling, but two of them, that seemed like twins, were the one that seemed most amused. I was going to go down from my bunk bed but noticed that the ladder had been removed, of course! When you do something, you do it completely right? I jumped and one of my feet fell on something liquid and viscous. I didn't even want to know what it was.

I was boiling from anger. I had arrived less than an hour ago, and I had already been "pranked". Why would they even do that? Didn't Chiron say that Hermes welcomed everyone? I suddenly remembered something else he had said. "Be careful, Hermes is also the god of theft and mischief." Of course, mischief. All the Hermes campers were thieves and pranksters.

But, it still wasn't a reason to prank me immediately after I had arrived! If all the campers were like that, was I going to get drowned by a son of Poseidon, or electrocuted by a daughter of Zeus? Beaten up by a son of Ares, or transformed into an animal by a daughter of Hecate?

"Who? Who did this?" Of course, nobody answered and the giggles intensified. I wasn't going to go anywhere with this. I felt tears coming to my eyes and went out of the bungalow. Some campers that were passing by looked at me strangely – I surely looked strange with the shaving foam and the viscous unidentified thing on my right foot – but I couldn't care less. I looked around to see where I could clean myself.

I didn't know where things were in this Camp. I was basically lost and had got pranked when I had tried asking for information. Great, really. Oh, how I regretted having said I felt safe. I walked to my left, and arrived in a forest I sat down on a nearby rock, the sun hidden by the leaves of the tree on which I had put my back. I didn't know how long I stayed there, but at least it was quiet and peaceful. Tears started streaming down my face and when they stopped, I felt asleep. I really needed to evacuate the stress and the fear from the last few hours. The prank had been the little too much. I wasn't that angry at the boys, it was just that combined to everything else...

When I felt better, I stood up and walked back to the bungalows. Only then did I seem to notice that I was still covered in shaving cream, so I started looking for a bathroom to get myself cleaner.

"Hey you! Shaving cream! Look guys, a newbie!" I heard a girl shout. It was a tall girl from coming from the red bungalow I had seen earlier. Another girl followed her.

"Who are you?" she asked.

I wasn't going to say that I was scared, but if I was, it would have been normal. If only you could see the murderous look in her eyes, she seemed nothing but nice. I didn't even want to know what she was going to do. After being pranked by a child of Hermes, what could a daughter of Ares – well I guessed she was a daughter of Ares but then I couldn't be sure – do to me?

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Wait, isn't she the little girl that the satyr found in the woods? Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Sleeping Beauty!" she said. The girl behind her chuckled darkly. Little girl? That was ridiculous, the girl seemed to be the same age as me. Well, after, I didn't know how old she was myself – amnesia, remember – but they seemed quite close in age.

I didn't want to answer. I just wanted to get lost in a hole, or in the forest, or in-

"Answer!" the girl barked.

"Ally. I'm Ally, I arrived yesterday. Who are you?" I answered quietly.

"Clarisse. Daughter of Ares." she chuckled darkly before adding, "Are you looking for the bathroom? Let me show you where it is!" At first, I was surprised that she wanted to help me – she didn't look like the kind of person that helped others – but I saw the look on her and her friends' faces and I started thinking she wasn't going to help me, all the contrary. I was going to refuse her offer, but she had already grabbed my arm and was pulling me towards a construction on her right. I had no other choice than following her.

On my way, I saw all the looks that the other camper were giving me, almost as if they had pity for me. Uh oh, something bad was coming. I stopped walking and tried telling Clarisse that I didn't need her help anymore – I had seen which building it was – but Clarisse insisted (read: threatened), pulling hard on my arm, tightening her grip on it, making impossible an escape attempt.

Against my will, we entered in the toilet. I tried to go wash at the taps, but instead I was pulled to the toilet.

Don't tell me she was going to try to push my head in the toilet? Yes she was.

I tried fighting against Clarisse, but God – or should I say gods? - the daughter of Ares was strong! If everyone in Camp was as strong as her, did that mean I too was gonna become that strong? No, it's impossible, my strength was very close to zero, and it's maybe just an aptitude of the children of Ares. At least, I knew I wasn't a daughter of Ares, as if it was even a possibility. Not that I wasn't happy about it, who wants to be a sister of Clarisse?

I stopped my thoughts when I noticed my face was dangerously close of the toilet water. I tried punching her with my baby strength but it didn't work, obviously. So I tried the only other thing I could do, screaming for help. It's true I could have tried talking to Clarisse to convince her to stop, but I didn't honestly think it would work. So, I screamed for help. Bye bye dignity!

At first, nobody came. I was sure people heard me – it was impossible not to, at least being deaf – but no one tried to help me. Maybe because they found it funny, or because they were to scared of Clarisse and of ending up like poor little me, or because they simply didn't care. So I stopped screaming. Clarisse sneered.

"So, you've finally decided to stop screaming? Good, because your screams were seriously hurting my ears. You sound like a stuck pig."

I decided to try something else. My head being still fortunately out of the WC, I could talk, so I said.

"I imagine you know what it sounds like, since you're yourself a pig."

Yes, I know, that was kinda low and childish, but it was the only thing I could think of in the moment. Clarisse got angry and hit me in the stomach. I was going to continue talking but the angry girl pulled me and threw me against the wall.

"What did you say? You think you can ins-" She didn't finish her sentence because a voice I didn't know interrupted her.

"What is happening here?" the man – I thought it was a man, I couldn't be sure since I didn't see him – said, with a cold voice. Clarisse answered,

"Nothing Lord Hermes, nothing at all." She kept her head low and went out of the room with her sisters.

Lord Hermes? As in Hermes, the god of mischief, robbery, messengers and travelers? The father of the campers in bungalow 11? It was him? He came to save me?

The god knelled in front of me. I was able to see what he looked like. He had curly black hair and blue eyes. I thought he was handsome and asked myself if all the gods were as handsome as him. He smiled softly at me and asked with a soft beautiful deep voice, "Are you OK?" At first, I didn't react, but then smiled dreaming and said something very intelligent. "Uh? Hello."

Hermes started laughing and said, jokingly "My, my, dear, the frying pan my sons hit you with must have really been painful. Are you OK?"

I immediately stopped smiling and said with a rather harsh voice. "Yes, I'm fine."

Hermes was surprised by the sudden change of mood but guessed it was because of what he had just said.

"You're angry at my sons, aren't you?" he started carefully. I didn't answer so he continued. "Don't be. They're tricksters, it's in their blood, so it also my fault. Sorry if you got hurt."

He took my chin into his hand and checked if I had any bruise. Fortunately, I was fine, apart from my cheeks that were red as a cherry, but that wasn't because of Clarisse. He helped me stand up and I got a little bit cleaner. I didn't really have spare clothes, so I just removed the cream and the viscous thing with water, Hermes telling me he'll find me clean clothes after wards. We then exited the bathroom together, earning a few strange looks from the campers. Of course, a soaked to the bones girl and a god exiting the women bathroom was a rather strange view.

"Travis and Connor were a bit worried when you didn't come back after a few hours so I helped them looking for you. What kind of god of travelers would I be if I lost all my campers after only an hour?" he joked. After hours? I barely had the impression I had left maximum an hour ago. I was going to apologize, but then told myself I wasn't the one to blame.

I noticed we had arrived. Hermes opened the door and we both entered. I saw the twins talking and they looked at me with a relieved look. They nodded towards their father. I could see they had a good relationship, something I wouldn't have expected between a god and a mortal – or a half-blood – but seeing how nice Hermes seemed, it was understandable. I hoped I would get on as well with my mortal parent, I didn't know if it was my mother or my father since I knew neither of them.

Both of the brothers stood up from the bed and apologized,

"We're sorry of what we've done. We didn't want to anger you as much and we understand if you're angry at us." started one of the brothers. The other one continued, "We also understand you must have been tired and maybe lost, so it wasn't the moment for us to prank you."

"No that we won't prank you later" said the brother with a sly smile.

Hermes shot them a dark look but I could see he was amused. I smiled and, having forgiven them – their prank wasn't that bad, actually it was pretty good – said,

"Don't worry, it's fine. As you said before, it's just the accumulation of things that happened today that led to my reaction. Your prank was quite good. How did you manage putting a frying pan over my head without me noticing?"

They both smiled at me with a mischievous grin. "Want to keep the secret uh? We'll see when you'll be the pranked ones." I said. They looked at me like saying "Good luck with that!".

"Oh, and by the way, I'm Ally" I introduced myself.

"And we are the Stoll brothers. This is Travis and I'm Connor" said the shorter one. "People usually think we're twins, but we're not. Travis is older by a few months."

The Stolls? Really? I laughed and said "Is Stoll your real surname?"

They looked at me weirdly and nodded slowly, not really understanding.

"Because your father being the god of theft and your name being Stoll... It's not the first time someone tells you this I guess."

They didn't seem to understand. Travis said "Well, Percy once told us that but I don't really understand what you mean by it..."

I was going to try explaining them the pun but a guy who introduced himself as Cecil told me he had already tried explaining more that once but it didn't work, they never seemed to get it. I smiled at him and then noticed Hermes handing me something. It was two pairs of jeans, four orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirts, a black pair of Converse and a small bag. Inside of it, I found toothpaste, a toothbrush, a comb for my unruly brown curly hair, soap and shampoo and... two chocolate bars. I thanked him a lot.

Connor asked his father how long would he stay.

"I'm staying for dinner and for Capture the Flag, I'll leave just after." He answered. Almost the whole cabin cheered, apart from the children who I guess weren't his.

I asked Connor, "Capture the Flag?"

He smiled at me and said,

"It's a game that happens every Friday night. All the campers are divided in two teams, the red and the blue, each team ruled by respectively the Ares and the Athena Cabin. It's actually quite simple: each team has a flag and what we have to do is take the other team's flag while protecting ours!"

Yes, I understood, but I still had a question. "But, how do we protect our flag? We... fight?" Travis laughed and said. "What do you mean? Of course we fight. With weapons." Weapons? But, weren't we going to get hurt? Then I remembered the "Clarisse incident" and didn't ask the question, already knowing the answer.

Hermes, who had been thinking since the explanation, asked me. "Ally, do you have an armor?"

It was strange hearing my name from him, it sounded like...

"Ally?"

Oh sh*t, I did it again. I was sure he was going to think I was crazy if I kept doing it, so I pretended. "Yes, sorry, I was just... trying to... umm... remember if Chiron had told me anything about that...? But no, he didn't. I don't think I have one."

You're going to tell me it's stupid to try and lie to the god of lies, but it's not really a lie, isn't it. Just an attempt to not seem crazy... He seemed to believe me. He answered,

"It's almost dinner time. Chris will take you to the armory just after dinner to find you an armor that fits you."

I nodded, but I was a little disappointed he wasn't the one to help me find an armor.

I know it must be stupid, but I liked being around him. I may had only met him half an hour before, but I... I didn't really know how to explain. He was one of the few people I trusted in Camp, with Will and perhaps Grover or Chiron. I said "perhaps" because I didn't really know if you could trust people with animal legs, even though they seemed trustworthy. It was too strange and new for me. But then, a god would be the same right? Only that in this case, he looked entirely human... But Hermes had saved me from Clarisse, it meant something! And Grover was the one that found you and saved you from whatever there was in the woods... told me a little voice in my head.

"Ally? Do you hear me? You're okay?" asked a concerned voice. I shook my head to chase away the line of thoughts going on in my mind. Had I been staring at Hermes all the time I had spaced out? Apparently, yes. I blushed madly and said very fast. "I'mgoingtogoshowerandchangemyclotheswherearetheshowers?"

They all looked at me dumbfounded, so I repeated slower "I'm going to go shower and change my clothes, where are the showers, please?" Travis showed me the bathroom where Clarisse had nearly drowned me. I didn't feel like going back there right now, but I couldn't stay with my dirty clothes. I left after Travis told me to hurry if I didn't want to be late for dinner.

After maybe fifteen minutes, I came back to the bungalow. I had washed and untangled my hair and it was now let loose so it could dry. I now felt like I looked like a normal human being. Before this shower, I was first covered in mud (even though Will told me they had tried washing me while I was unconscious) then of shaving cream, then water.

I had looked myself in a mirror and the view I had seen had been familiar, maybe because even with amnesia, I remembered my appearance. I had shoulder long brown curly hair, regular brown eyes with quite long lashes, a small nose and full lips; my physique was pretty basic.

I opened the door of the bungalow and saw... nobody inside. They were already gone to dinner, haven't they told me to hurry? I tried remembering where they could have gone to have dinner and thought that it must be inside – where would they go if, for example, it rained? It couldn't be outside – so I went to what they called the Big House, the place where there was the infirmary. It was quite big but I didn't know if everyone could fit inside. Seeing nobody to who I could ask, I went there.

Entering by I small door behind, I bumped into a man. He was about my height – which wasn't very tall, I was only about 165 cm – and was wearing a leopard printed shirt and a pair of shorts, a can of Coke in his hand. He looked at me and said.

"Can I know what you're doing here? Why are you not having dinner with the other campers?"

I was surprised. Who was he? He didn't look like a god to me, but here, you couldn't be sure. What's the worst that could happen if I treated a mortal as a god? While if I treated a god as a mortal, I'm sure it would be really bad.

"I am sorry sir, I just arrived today and I am lost. My bungalow left for dinner while I was having a shower and I don't know where they went. I thought it could be here so I-" He cut me and said "What bungalow?" What what? Oh, what bungalow I'm in. "Hermes, I'm unclaimed."

He snorted and said.

"Do you really think I'm going to believe you? I'm not stupid, I know it's some stupid Hermes joke, and I don't like those kind of pranks. I'm sorry for you, but I don't believe it. Who was with you?" he said, getting angry and rather annoyed.

"Nobody, I was ju-"

"So you don't want to tell me? Fine, as you wish."

"But, sir, I swear I wasn't..."

Another voice, Chiron's, spoke.

"Mr. D?"

Mr. D? If Chiron respected him, that probably meant he was a god. A god whose name started with a D...

"Ally? What are you doing here?" Chiron asked me. His voice was benign and a bit concerned. I explained him everything, Mr. D snorting while I was telling him what really happened.

"You're not really going to believe her, are you?" Mr. D asked. I noticed he had taken a bottle of Diet Coke while I was explaining. Diet Coke? Mr. D?

"Are you Dionysus?" I asked bluntly.

He looked at me with a surprised look then smirked and said.

"You're not that stupid, are you?" He sighed, looked at Chiron and said. "If Chiron believes you... You hadnt' done anything wrong yet and I have already lost too much time speaking with you... Fine, you can go. But don't come back."

I was surprised. I had just guessed his name and he had let me go? Not that I had done anything, but still. Then, he was probably just hungry. I followed him outside and we arrived in an open space with many tables where people from all the bungalows mixed and ate with the others.

I spotted them waving at me and went to their table. I sat down between a guy named Chris and Cecil, took a plate and put some food in it. I was about to start eating when Chris stopped me.

"Whoa stop! You didn't do the sacrifice!" he told me laughing. The sacrifice? What were they talking about? Seeing my surprised and scared look, he pointed the fire and I saw a camper throwing food in it.

"Oh, you mean I have to sacrifice a part of my food! Gosh, I was scared when you told me that!" He laughed with me.

After Chris explaining me everything, I went to the fire.

I didn't know what god I had to sacrifice my food to, so I did what I thought was the right thing to do.

"To whoever my parent is" and I threw a piece of meat.

"To Hermes for saving me" and I threw another. And then lastly, "To the Mother." I didn't really know why I had said that, but it seemed important to me.

I then went back to the table and started eating. I told them what happened to me and they told me funny stories they had lived as well. We all laughed and ate in happiness.

Later, when we had finished eating, Chiron stood up and said.

"Today, Lord Hermes gave us the honor to come to tell us a message." Oh, that's why he was here.

"Indeed," Hermes said, standing up. "I have good news. In a week is the summer solstice, as you all know. And for this occasion, Lord Zeus accepted to organize a big ball for all the gods...," He made a pause and finished his sentence. "and also all the demigods!" He smiled and everyone cheered. They all started talking about the ball and what they were going to wear and how great it would be when Chiron stood up again and said.

"Now, if you're all done, you're allowed to leave to prepare for Capture the Flag."

Everybody cheered and stood up. While the members of my bungalow went to see the ones of Athena's, with who they were teamed, Chris and me went to the armory to find me an armor.

While I was trying one on, Chris started talking.

"My father told me what happened earlier. Don't be too angry against Clarisse. She might seem mean but in real, she's not like that. She saved me and helped me a lot. We're kind of dating, really. If you get to know her, you'll see she's really nice. She just pretends, you know, since she's a daughter of Ares, she must answer to the stereotypes. That's what I don't like about being in bungalows depending on our parents. Once your claimed, you must be as your parent if you want people to say you're a real child of your parent. There's not so much place for your own personality. We have never seen a pacific or kindhearted child of Ares. People would find that ridiculous. And since the war, kids are claimed the day where they arrive, so they don't have time to build their own personality. I'm surprised you haven't been claimed yet. You'll probably be tonight during Capture the Flag. I hope you won't loose who you are, you seem like a nice person."

I let him end his speech, which let me thinking. He was probably right.

"So, this armor! Does it fit you?" He suddenly asked me, breaking the thick silence. I nodded.

I didn't have the time to find a weapon that fit me, so we just went with a basic sword. We had tried a few, but none of the one we tried was good for me. Too heavy, or not balanced. Since we didn't have much time, I just took one that was light, a shield and exited the armory. Before we went to see our team, I asked one last thing to Chris.

"Should I be worried about Clarisse or her siblings during the game?"

He smiled and answer. "I talked to her. She's not angry for earlier, I think."

I was going to thank him, but he added.

"But then, you should always be worried about a child of Ares."

The game started. I was in defense, since I didn't really know how to fight. The team captain, a daughter of Athena called Annabeth, told me it was one of the easiest "jobs".

Protect the flag, alone, with only a line of other campers twenty meters in front of me. When I asked her why she put me alone near the flag, and not some more experienced demigods, she answered there was no chance any of the red demigods could reach me, so she preferred putting the demigods charged to defend in front so they could react faster if the attack demigods needed help. So, basically, I was useless.

Maybe half an hour after the game had started, I noticed a black haired boy appearing from the shadows. He didn't wear a helmet, so I couldn't see in which team he was, but I was pretty sure he wasn't in mine. He was well hidden, so I didn't know how I did to notice him. Anyways, before he could try to take the flag and melt again in the shadow, I attacked him.

As I had already said before, I wasn't really good in fight, so I don't know why I did this. I started trying to hit him with my sword, but as you could have guessed, it didn't really work as planned. He dodged the sword and hit me in the hand with his. My sword fell to the ground and he shoot in it with his feet to prevent me from taking it back. He was going to try and run on my left to take the flag but I tackled him to the ground. He gave a cry and tried hitting me but I didn't let him. Just as he had done before with mine, I threw his sword as far as possible and tried keeping him on the ground. He struggled to get up, cursing a lot and, unfortunately, he threw me on the side and stood up. I saw him getting too close to the flag, not being able to do anything to stop him, but suddenly we heard cheers and laughed. The boy cursed and threw the flag in anger. We had won.

Later this night, after celebrating our victory and telling each others what had happened, Hermes told us he had to leave. Everyone was sad, but Hermes reminded them of the ball in a week from then, and happiness came back. I could see the attachment they all had to their father and thought they were lucky. I hoped it would be the same with my godly parent. That's when I realized it. I hadn't been claimed. Not knowing anything about the pledge the gods had done two years before, I thought it was normal, so I didn't say anything. Nobody noticed it so I wasn't too worried.

Hermes said goodbye to everyone, including me. Doing so, he whispered something, "Thanks for the sacrifice. Don't worry about being claimed and don't let people attack you, it would be sad to ruin your pretty face." I blushed madly at what he said. Pretty face? Then, Hermes left.

Not worrying anymore about the claiming thing, I got ready for bed and fell asleep with a certain god of mischief in my mind.

A certain god who, him, was unlike me, worried about me being unclaimed.

A/N: That's it for this chapter. I hope you liked it, I think it's a bit more interesting than last chapter, because Hermes appears! He'll appear quite regularly, I hope in all the chapters, but then it's not really possible. For now, she has just met him, but she found him handsome and he said she was pretty! You'll know more later!

Talking about that, I'm leaving on holidays on Saturday so I'm not sure I will be able to update before that date. I'll try, and if I don't, you'll have new chapters in September. I will try writing during the holidays, but I can't take my computer so I'll just write on my notebook. I have countless hours of plane, so I'll have time! XD Btw I don't have anything to read, any suggestions?

Have a nice month of August, hopefully full of fun and sun!

Until very soon,

Constance