Ha! I finally have a prophecy! Yay! Now I know where the story's headed! Yay!

Thanks! -Calypso C.

P.S- The last five hundred words I'd typed wouldn't save. Grrrrrrrrr. So I had to redo it. I am annoyed.

"Wow," I breathed.

My brother nodded. "Wow is right."

Down below us in the valley was Camp Half-Blood, and it was even better than I imagined it would be. There was a big blue house- the Big House. And I could see the rock climbing wall, and the cabins and the canoe lake, and a bunch of other buildings that were Greek, but all white and shiny and new.

There was an actual field of strawberries, and there were campers everywhere- sword fighting, canoeing, foot racing, driving chariots. For a moment I forgot all my nervousness. But when my parents reached the top of the hill, it all returned.

My dad laughed. "Come on guys!" He looked at Dylan and Mackenzie. "I'll race you!" So they sped off down the hill and into camp.

I grabbed my mom's hand, even though it seemed kind of childish, and she gently said, "Come on."

We walked down the hill and the closer we got the more excited my mom got. She began telling me stories about each place at camp, and went into a long tirade about her quest in the Sea of Monsters. And then the canoe lake, where she and my dad had one of their first kisses when one of them wasn't about to die.

Finally we reached the Big House and I let go of my mom's hand. I walked up the porch steps and nearly screamed with excitement. "Aunt Rachel! You're here!" I ran forward and gave the red headed friend of my parent's a big hug.

She beamed. "Hey Livvie! Excited for you first day at camp?"

I nodded slowly. I was about to tell her that I was actually kind of nervous, but then another voice interrupted.

"Well, well! Percy! Annabeth!" A man in a wheelchair that I hadn't noticed before was sitting at a table with a man who was wearing an outfit that clashed horribly, and a Satyr.

I grinned, starting to feel better. "Chiron! Grover! And, uh, Mr. D!" Chiron was the camp's activities instructor, and he was really a centaur. But he liked to be in human form to sit at tables. I had only met him a few times before, when I was really young, and he had been in his wheelchair then too.

Grover, on the the other hand, wasn't concealing that he wasn't exactly human. But it didn't matter anyways, because Grover was also a good friend of my parents and he came over a lot.

"Ah, Olivia! You've grown!" Chiron said. "My oh my, you look so much like your mother- except, except for your eyes! There're just like Percy's."

I nodded glumly. He didn't know how often I got that.

Then he looked at my siblings. "And Dylan, the last time I saw you was when you three. And- oh?" He looked at Mackenzie. "You must be Mackenzie." Chiron gave her a once over. "Well, you look just like Annabeth!"

She nodded happily. "Mackenzie is my name."

Chiron laughed. "Percy, Annabeth, so nice to see you again."

My parents told him they were glad to see him too, and then started talking about things from the good old days. You know, when they were my age and stuff.

Rachel lead me to a chair on the porch, and sat down. "Nervous, right?"

I nodded. She smiled. "Well, I'm sure your mom's already given you a long talk about it, am I right?

"Yeah," I said. "She did." Rachel knew my parents really well.

"Well, she's right you know. Your mom usually is."

I squirmed. "I know. I just-" I looked at Rachel carefully. "I'm just afraid I won't live up to what mom and dad did. They kinda set the bar pretty high."

Rachel nodded her head in sympathy. "Oh, I know. But you will, I promise."

"Did you have a prophecy about it?" I asked anxiously.

She wriggled her eyebrows. "Maybe. Maybe not. In any case, even I didn't, I know you will anyways. Come on- Your Cabin Six and Cabin Three!"

I felt better. The thing was, Rachel was the oracle, and could see the future. At least, parts of it.

Then my parents called me over, and introduced me to Mr. D. I said hi. I had never met him before, but I knew all about Dionysus. He was the god the wine, but he had been sent to camp to dry out for a hundred years because he had chased an off limits wood nymph. In truth, he kind of scared me.

He lazily glanced at me. "Oh great, another camper. Well, welcome and all that nonsense, blah, blah, blah." He turned back to his card game. Apparently he hadn't changed much, from what my parents told me.

Grover stopped talking to my dad and said, "Hey Livs! Long time no see, eh?"

I rolled my eyes. "Grover, I saw you last weekend!" But I smiled. I definitely felt better.

"Why don't you take Olivia to her Cabin?" Chiron interrupted my mom and Rachel, who were talking about living room furniture. You would think that a demigod and the Oracle would find something more interesting to talk about than furniture, but apparently middle aged women are middle aged women, whether or not they live in a world full of myths.

My family, plus Rachel and Grover, started to walk toward the Cabins. We passed campers on the way, and they all pointed and whispered at us. I got snatches of conversation like, "That's Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase!" Or, "The first legacy-" And, "I wonder where she'll-"

Finally we got to Cabin six. It was a low, long white building, nothing fancy, with an owl over the door way. Technically, I could have stayed in Cabin Three or Cabin Six, or both, but my parent's named me after olives, for Athena, and the Poseidon cabin is still empty. So we picked Cabin Six.

Needless to say, Poseidon wasn't too happy about it, but they promised that Dylan would stay in Cabin Three (his name literally means 'son of the sea'), so no hurricanes plagued the east coast. Poor Dylan. Just his luck that only other demigod child of Poseidon had just moved out of camp to go to college.

I think the Greek's should take a lesson from the Romans and stop dividing demigods by their godly parents, I mean, I'm the first legacy, but certainly not the last. They're only going to run into this problem more and more often.

We walked in the door way (the owl giving the evil eye to my dad) and I looked at all my...half cousins? Yeah, my half-cousins. They all had mine, mom's and Mackenzie's hair, and Mackenzie's and mom's gray eyes.

A boy who looked a little older than the rest stepped forward. "Hi, nice to meet you guys. I'm Lance, the senior counselor." He shook my hand, than my parents, and then Dylan's and Mackenzie's. Rachel and Grover were waiting outside.

I took that time to look around the room. All the bunks were pushed to side, against one wall. In the middle of room were tables covered in maps, and papers, and documents I couldn't read upside down. On the very back wall there was a big bookshelf that was filled to the brim with scrolls, pieces of parchment, and normal books. The ceiling was plastered with maps, some of the stars, and some not.

All in all, I liked the place.

One of my half-cousins, a boy who was maybe thirteen or fourteen stepped forward. "Uh, Mr. Percy Jackson, sir? Can you tell us about the great prophecy?"

Here we go, I thought.

Harry Potter reference! Yay! R&R please!