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Chapter 2: And my your name is...?
Voices interrupted a sweet sleep.
They were hard to make out but they sounded something like,
"...not a mortal...should find him then...baby?"
The wave of dizziness that hit me made it hard to think about what they were saying.I managed to sit up without puking.
Four kids around my age approached the cot I was laying in. One of them was the boy that carried me from the beach. He was tall and probably not much older than me. He had fair skin with dark hair, and gorgeous blue green eyes. Standing next to him was a girl that reminded me of the "popular" chicks at my school. She was tan with light curly blond hair, and scary gray eyes. I didn't know if she was the nice or mean type because her face was expressionless. Standing next to her was a guy that looked like her twin. With short blond hair and gray eyes I could immediately tell they were brother and sister. The one standing next to him took a step towards me and felt my forehead.
"Her fever''s gone, The nectar definitely helped." He looked like a movie star with bright blue eyes, curly brown hair, and perfect skin. He smiled down at me and I was suddenly aware I probably looked like a train wreck.
"What's your name?" Mr. Gorgeous asked.
I cleared my throat, "Cameron."
"Cameron, I'm Byron..." He continued by pointing to the teens down the line, "And this is Malcom, Annabeth, and Percy. They all waved at me.
The girl, Annabeth, stepped forward.
"It's not every day we get people washing up on the beach, can you tell us what happened?"
No I couldn't. I knew they would hunt him down, kill him.
I shook my head no.
" Alright well it doesn't matter what happened, " Percy turned to face me, "What matters is that you're okay."I nodded my head. Then something occurred to me.
"Where...where am I?"
they all looked at each other.
Byron touched my hand, which sent a shock through my body.
"Cameron, you washed up on Long Island..." he said slowly, "this is Camp Half-Blood."