Hope you enjoyed the prologue, here is the firs chapter. Reviews are much appreciated. Enjoy.

Unfortunately, I still do not own PJO. The original characters belong to Rick Riordan.

Chapter 1: Questioning a Centaur's Identity

The black hound winced as Sam stomped it on the nose with his foot. Sweat was running off his back as he scrambled to his feet, picking up his backpack in the process. In the bright moonlight he could see the pine tree at the top of the hill.

'That has to be the place,' he muttered. A howl pierced through the air as he started limping up the hill. Sam turned around and saw the black furred beast eyeing him with ruby red eyes. 'Yeah, yeah, I get it, you're the apex predator and I'm just a measly prey.'

The beast growled and Sam started picking up the pace. Only a few yards left, he prayed. He heard the footsteps of the beast getting closer. Sam moved his hand to the sheath, but realized that he had lost the bronze knife in a previous encounter with the beast. He cursed. The beast leaped and pushed him against the tree. Sam clutched a branch and ignored the pines brushing against his face as the hound bounced off him.

Sam grabbed the branch as a make shift weapon. The hound growled again. Sam readied the sharp end of the branch as the beast came towards him. Panting, Sam braced for the worst as he trusted the stick forward. He heard a yelp and opened his eyes. The beast howled in pain as the branch stuck out of his left eye. As Sam backed away, passed the border, he saw the hound dissipate in a cloud of golden dust.

Sam stumbled and panted as he sat against the pine tree. A sharp pain shot from his thigh, it burned for a moment. Sam pulled on his knee until he felt the pressure disappear. As the moon ascended through the sky, Sam felt tired. The silence was broken thanks to the sound of clattering metal. It was not long before Sam found himself staring at a group of armoured people wearing helmets with blue and red plumes. They carried golden and bronze weapons.

Sam grinned. 'Is this an Ancient Greece camp or are you dressing up for an early Halloween?' One of the soldiers grunted and raised his blade. 'So, probably not the latter.'

'That's right,' spoke a female voice from the back. The group split in two as two figures approached him. One of them was a female wearing some light armour. She was a blonde with grey eyes. Eyes that were analysing him. The other one was an old man sitting in a motorised wheelchair.

'Annabeth is right,' spoke the old man. 'This is an Ancient Greek camp. You've reached it and crossed it's border.'

'Yeah,' said Sam. 'And I saw a big black dog turning into gold dust after I stabbed it with a pine branch. Man, this is the last time I eat spoilt dairy produce, it's messing with my mind.'

'Not exactly,' said Annabeth. 'It seems that you killed a hell hound. Not bad for a first timer.'

'Indeed. May I know your name? Mine's Chiron,' said the old man.

'As in Chiron, the trainer of Greek heroes? The centaur? Man, you must really like that Greek mythology stuff.'

'We do,' replied Annabeth. 'Now, how do we call you?'

'Sam Parker.' The fatigue almost swallowed him. 'I was told to come here if something happened. There was a letter.' Spots appeared in front of his eyes. 'Searched the pine tree. Strawberries.' Everything went black.

The smell of disinfectant roused him from his sleep. Sam hated the smell, it meant nothing good.

'I'm in the infirmary, right?' He opened his eyes. Sam spotted Annabeth and Chiron standing at the end of the bed. Two new faces stood on either side of the bad. The female was wearing a white tunic with a staff and snake embroidered on it. She shot him a sympathetic smile. The blond man smiled as well.

'Indeed you are,' she said. 'No major injuries, just some minor scraps, but that wound on your thigh is pretty raw.' The lady from around twenty-five had short grey hair and wore a pair of glasses.

'Sam,' said Chiron. 'What is that letter you spoke of?'

'Chiron,' chastised the man. 'Give the poor boy some time. He probably hasn't eaten for days.'

'I know, Will, but I wonder who would send a demigod to camp on his own.'

'Excuse me,' said Sam. 'First, I'm not a "poor boy", keep that Queen lyric for someone else.' Sam tried to give Will an evil look, but he only smiled. ' Second, did you just call me a demigod? Cause I'm neither.'

'That's not exactly true,' said the doctor. 'You are a demigod.'

'As in the child of a god? Like Hercules?'

The doctor nodded. 'We all are. One of our parents is a Greek deity. Mine's Asclepius, the god of medicine.'

'Seems pretty logical, since you're a medic. How do I call you? Or is Doc okay?'

'You can call me Dr. Harley.'

'Alright, Harley, Annabeth, Will and Chiron. Now, if you could get me my stuff I would like to leave now as you all seem to be crazy.'

'You have ADHD and Dyslexia in some form or another,' started Annabeth. 'You've been to a couple of different schools, have seen multiple specialists for the ADHD and or Dyslexia, and maybe you've been held back a couple of grades.'

Sam stared at her for a couple of seconds. 'How do you know?' he said softly.

'Because it's the story for the majority of the kids and staff members here,' she replied. 'Look, I know it's hard to process, but the Ancient Greek gods are very real and reside in the USA. There are two camps where kids like you get to go to during the summer.'

'This can't be,' stammered Sam. He looked at every person in the room. 'Those are all myths and stories.'

'Unfortunately, they are very real,' said Harley. 'You are the child of a god.'

'But who would it be, assuming I believe you.' He touched the raw skin of his stump. He flinched. Harley moved his hand and laid her hand on the wound. Sam yelped, but the pain subsided immediately and the wound was completely healed.

'Now,' she said with a firm tone. 'From now on, you're going to check your stump for any traces of sores every day. If you step in here again with such raw and inflamed skin, I'll have Helen scrub you real good. And she's not as kind as I am.'

'Helen?'

'You called?' said a girl from around sixteen who was wearing a spotless white tunic. She appeared from behind a curtain. She grinned as her brown eyes set eyes on Sam. 'I see that you haven't showered for three days now. Maybe I should get a new sponge.' Sam shivered as he saw her predatory eyes.

'No thank you, I'll shower.'

'The letter,' said Chiron. Helen pouted as she disappeared again. 'It may give us a clue as to whom you parent is. Normally gods are obliged to claim their children the day they turn thirteen, but that hasn't happened to you yet.'

'The letter is in my backpack. I came a couple of days after my birthday. There was also a package that came with it. The letter said to go and find Delphi Strawberry Co. The package contained a bronze knife and a pouch with a coin.' Sam pulled out every item out of his pack. 'The letter is handwritten and signed by C.R.' He handed it to Chiron.

'Where's the knife?' asked Annabeth.

'I lost it when that hound attacked me the first time. The letter said that the company would explain a lot. My parents agreed. Apparently she had heard from it. I didn't go immediately, but two days later I saw that beast and my mom and dad gave me some money and told me I'd be safe at the camp.'

'Interesting,' said Chiron. 'One of the gods has broken one of the vows made after the war. This makes you the first unclaimed demigod in about six years.'

'I have a question. If the gods are real, are you the Chiron, trainer of the heroes?'

'Who else would I be?' Chiron smiled as he transformed into a centaur.

Sam stared at him as Helen reappeared muttering something about disinfecting the floor.

Later, Annabeth and Will escorted Sam to the amphitheatre where a crowd was sitting staring a campfire. Chiron was already there, talking to a man wearing a Hawaiian shirt and sipping Diet Coke. They interrupted their conversation as Chiron saw them approaching.

Will and Annabeth left to sit with the others. Sam saw Annabeth sitting with a couple of children that resembled her in some way. She held hand with a black haired and green eyed boy who was wearing swimming shorts.

'Campers, we have a new camper,' said Chiron. 'Sam Parker, meet the campers of Camp Half-Blood, campers, meet Sam Parker.'

'Who claimed him?' asked a muscular girl with brown hair who was wielding a spear and killing look.

The man with the Diet Coke stared at Chiron for a second. 'It seems that one of my siblings forgot about our arrangement with mister Johnson. Mr. Parker is unclaimed.'

As the crowd went wild and stared talking away, Sam caught the black haired guy muttering something.

'Silence!' boomed Chiron. 'We will figure it out later.'

'Well you can scratch Ares of your list, the kid's too scrawny to be a sibling of mine,' said the spear wielding girl.

'At least I'm not looking as if I really crave my daddy's attention,' replied Sam calmly.

Dead silence rolled over the meeting. People stared at Sam in amazement.

'I like him,' said the black haired guy.

'Shut it, Jackson,' replied the girl. She thrusted the spear into the ground, visibly holding back something.

'We could have a series of tasks to narrow down the roster,' said a girl who resembled Annabeth. 'You know, tasks that only a child of said parent could accomplish. Of course, nothing lethal.' She glanced over to the Ares campers.

'I like the idea,' said Chiron. 'We start with the tests after breakfast tomorrow. For tonight, Sam will bunk with the Hermes cabin.' Chiron nodded to a group of campers.

Sam stared at the group of people who were staring at him with a mischievous glance in their eyes.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Until next time.