A/N: A big fat Olympian cheer for my first reviewer: Ten-Faced! And to answer your questions:

1.) Was this based on/inspired by Synchronicity, Paradise of Light and Shadow?

I'd be lying if I said no. The inspiration from the story did came from that awesome Vocaloid song~ But fear not, I'd be totally making the story from 100% pure imagination!

But watch out for awesome songs I'd be using as chapter titles~!

2.) Was the golden-eyed guy Apollo?

Maybe… or maybe not … That would be something to find out, right?

To the other readers, I do hope you can find the time to place reviews on my humble story! Reviews make my heart go weeee~! XD

Disclaimer: PJO is owned by Rick Riordan. I only own my OCs

Will you follow me into the dark?

Reaching the dinner pavilion, Annabeth bade goodbye to the both of us, saying that she has something to discuss with her siblings.

Percy then graciously led me to a table with slightly more campers than the rest.

"Connor, Travis!" he called out, earning stares from twin (?) guys. Herding me in front of the other campers, he smiled.

Slightly embarrassed, I blushed. "H-Hello…I'm Polaris…" I mumbled.

Both of the guys grinned at Percy. "New camper?" they said simultaneously, getting a nod from Percy.

"I'm Travis." The older looking twin said. Pointing to his brother he smirked. "And he's Connor."

Together they spoke. "Counselors of Hermes Cabin, at your service!"

The whole table snickered at them, as if used to their antics.

I can't help but smile at the two of them. "Umm... thanks ..."

"So, who's your parent?" Connor asked.

Percy stared at him. "She'll be claimed later you know."

"Oh right."

"The Hermes cabin usually takes in the unclaimed half-bloods, well until their parent claims them." Percy explained. Leaning closer to my ear, he added. "Do watch out for your personal items. The Hermes Cabin does take from their father's antics…"

"Umm, alright, I guess." I said absentmindedly.

With this, Percy left me to my new cabin-mates.

So, according to more Camp rules, unclaimed half-bloods would have to offer the best portion of their meals to the gods, in hopes of receiving a sign from their godly parent.

Personally, I don't think the smell of burnt food will make anyone send a sign, but it's the rules.

As my turn to offer my sacrifice on the flaming hearth came, I silently made a prayer to any god out there who might have a clue about me.

Closing my eyes, I prayed. Umm, I know I might have amnesia or something, but I'd really, really like to know who am I, or the voice that led me here. Please.

Throwing a portion of the awesome barbeque on my plate in the hearth, something unexpected happened.

Fish biscuits… I thought.

Annabeth's POV

I watched as Percy led Polaris to the Hermes table. And as usual, the Hermes cabin would try to steal something away from her. Hopefully, Percy gave her a warning.

Thinking back on how we found her, it was quite an unusual event. It was as if no monster were interested on attacking her. If it weren't for the strangled cry she gave out, we wouldn't even know that she was near the camp borders.

I could've sworn there were dragon roars before we found her, but the place was completely devoid of any monsters. And her having no weapon … I thought as I walked back to my cabin's table.

All the thoughts completely halted when I saw Polaris stand near the hearth to give her offering.

"I wonder who her parent is. Any guesses?" One of my siblings whispered.

I was about to answer when….

The hearth's flames got snuffed out.

Polaris' POV

My eyes almost popped out of my head as I saw the flames on the hearth disappear.

"Is that supposed to happen?" I asked.

Chiron himself was about to answer when one camper shouted. "Look!"

To my horror, a dark shadow came oozing from the cold hearth. It grew larger and larger, as if trying to envelop the whole camp.

Some of the campers started to scream. Others grabbed their weapons, including Percy.

Me? I stood there defenseless, scared out of my wits again.

To add to the dreadfulness, a dark hand came from the shadow and grabbed my wrist.

Jumping out of my skin, I yelped. "Le-Let me go!" I yelled, trying to free my hand from the tight grip.

Memories started flooding through my system. Memories of darkness, a certain river, the feeling of emptiness, of void.

Trying to fight off the tears once forming on my eyes again, I blurted out.

"Be gone!"

"Be gone!" a familiar male voice said as well

To everyone's surprise (me included); my whole body glowed like the silver moonlight, driving the shadow away.

As soon as the shadow was gone, the hearth blasted with full flames, as if you turned on a stove.

And standing in the middle of the hearth, was a guy, no older than me (not that I know my own age), with brown-orange-ish hair and golden eyes.

Turning to Chiron, he nodded and started to slowly fade.

"No – wait!" I called out, feeling a connection to the flame guy. "Who are you? Why did you lead me here? Who am I?"

"Everything shall be known once the time is right…"

"That's not fair!" I sniffed, feeling angry. But the guy was gone.

Chiron broke the awkward silence by saying, "Hail, Daughter of Nyx, Deity of the Night and Mother of the Fates."

That was certainly not the sign I ever expected.

Another one of the camp rules I learned was that once you've been claimed, you'll be sitting on your own table, and stay at your own cabin. Apparently, Annabeth thought ahead of time and made a cabin for the 'primordial gods' (a really grand term for the very first gods … EVER) just in case there was ever a child of those gods. (Annabeth looked so proud when she showed me the cabin, maybe she designed it or something).

So after the eventful and delicious dinner (the food was awesome… and the Coke drink tasted weird, but great too!), here am I sitting at my own bunk, at my own cabin. It looked like an ordinary cabin, but since it was kind of dark, I never tried to look at the details better.

The Stoll brothers kindly gave me a bag of necessities, complete with a pair of Camp Half-Blood shirts and a pair of jeans. After smelling myself (which wasn't that pleasant, at all.), I decided to take a shower at the bathroom conveniently placed in the cabin.

The feeling the warm, calming water on my skin eased the tension I never knew I felt. I sighed, letting the water drip off my skin.

My thoughts then trailed back to the flame guy earlier at dinner. I'm pretty sure he was the male voice who led me here at Camp. The only main question that remains is; who am I, and what is my connection to that flame guy?

"This certainly sucks." I said, while brushing my mid-waist blonde locks of hair. "Having amnesia, really, really sucks."

All thoughts ceased when I heard an unusual thud at my cabin, followed by a few strings of incoherent words.

Dressing up immediately, I grabbed the conveniently placed expandable baton on my medicine cabinet (why was it there, I have no idea) and headed outside.

Lo and behold, another guy was sprawled on my bunk, probably unconscious, and he looked pretty tired as well.

"Umm …" I muttered, using the baton to poke the unconscious guy.

Earning no response from him, I slumped down on the floor, more issues filling my poor head.

But the most important of them (for now) is:

Where am I gonna sleep?

So, Polaris finally gets claimed! Woohoo! And mysterious golden-eyed guy strikes again.

Any bets on who the unconscious guy is? Any errors or questions you wanna ask? Review them up people!