I had been beating my half-brother, Jasper, at a very complicated game of rock, paper, scissors, pain on the cabin porch when I was interrupted by the sight of my sister being almost thrown out of the bathroom by dirty water. I instantly stood up, seeing that she was joined by her friends as both my cabin and all the other cabins surrounding us went quiet.

My sister and her friends were sprawled on the ground, soaked in their favorite clothes when they were joined by a boy with messy black hair and my old friend.

"You are dead, new boy," I heard Clarisse's voice as I marched towards them. A small group of campers from other cabins stopping to laugh at the embarrassment of Cabin 5.

"You want to gargle toilet water again, Clarisse? Then close your mouth." I had finally come to a stop in the wet grass next to my sister, when I turned to look at the boy. He was dry, completely. He stood in a proud way with a smug smile on his face, while Annabeth gawked at him, like he was a god himself.

It'd been years since I'd spoken to her, and even though I knew it was my duty to defend my sister from the two pests, I didn't feel the need to say a word to anyone but her.

Annabeth had grown. I did notice that from the times I'd watch her attempt sword practice with her siblings or caugth glimpses of her between activities. She had gotten taller, to my mid-neck almost. Her curly brown hair had gotten longer, but she still wore it the same way.

I didn't recognize the boy, but it didn't surprise me. I had avoided paying attention to anyone but myself and my sister. I kept her out of trouble and did what I was told. I'd learned to keep to myself, attempting to keep my temper took too much energy for socialization as well,, but when I saw my sister looking like a fool to a boy who looked much younger than us, I snapped.

"Stand up!" I looked at Clare, who almost seemed to shrink back from my sharpness. She put her hands on the ground and attempted to lift herself up, but she was too big for that. "I said, get up." She tried again and I felt my hands shaking when Annabeth said something to the boy that I didn't catch. I quickly looped my arm into my sister's, sick of looking like a fool and pulled her to her feet with ease.

"I'm sorry," she'd whispered to me, the only person I've ever heard her apologize to.

"Cabin 5 looks like a bunch of brainless fools, now." I shoved Clare's arm off from around me, annoyed of the leadership that'd gone to waste by my sister and the others.

"The other cabins still fear us. Ares is still the-" I cut her off.

"I don't care what they think of Ares." I'd lowered my voice, knowing my siblings, eternally loyal to my father, would kill if they heard what I truly thought about dear old dad. "He doesn't matter to me, but if you ever make me look like a fool again, there will be consequences." I tried to sound as threatening as I could to my sister, knowing that I held more power over her. She almost looked ready to argue before nodding.

"Fine."

For the rest of the day, I was forced to deal with people I didn't know coming up to me for information that I didn't know about things I knew less of. At first, I'd listened, wondering why people had actually thought today was a good day to annoy me, especially after Clare's screw up, but the more they talked the more information about the boy I was able to pull out of them.

He was new. Very new and he'd somehow barely escaped a Minotaur attack days before. How that had managed to go over my head, I'd never know. People were saying he might be one of the Big Three. Whether he was or not, would determine whether Cabin Five would be a laughing stock or his first challengers.

I'd caught another glimpse of him when he arrived, with the Hermes cabin of all people. There was a moment when I thought I'd laugh and point out my sister's ruthless attacker was only a Hermes trickster, but I quickly saw the majority of his cabin mates and saw he didn't fit in.

His black hair didn't go with the blond that Hermes was known for giving to his children. His green eyes were the most noticeable thing about him and for a second I doubted he was a demigod at all, but a sea nymph in disguise, but sadly he was male and it would never work. I had a hard time not looking at him, trying to place where I'd seen his features before and found myself looking down at my plate, not wanting to look obsessed with the soon to be punching bag of my sister, or so she tells me.

My entire table stood up, preparing for food. I instantly took the lead, where Clarisse, who'd craved being the Cabin Leader since she first arrived would normally be. Nobody questioned me and where my siblings were jostling, trying to get a place in line, not a single finger was laid on me.

I scraped off a piece of brisket, but said and thought nothing. Actually, avoiding the thought of my father, not feeling the need to give him any form of recognition. I felt eyes on me as I turned around, to head back to the table and saw the boy staring at me, eating hungrily off of his plate. I quickly looked away to see where my sister was glowering at him. She would be expecting me to do something. I sighed, before turning back to the boy. He made eye contact and I gave him my best "You're dead" glare. He suddenly looked away and continued to eat.