Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own PJ&O.

I yawned groggily, rubbing my eyes. Where in the world was I? The room was really big, it looked like an….an infirmary? Why was I in an infirmary? Then yesterday caught up to me, and I stared down at my leg. It looked perfectly fine, wrapped up in white bandages. Then I remembered, Cass.

I tried to get out of bed so fast, I got caught in my sheets and toppled onto the floor. Great. Now I'm stuck in this unknown infirmary as a mummy.

"Hello?" I asked cautiously to the empty room. Silence answered and I slumped defeatedly to the cold ground.

Finally, after like an eternity of lying on the floor, someone briskly walked in.

"Victoria!" cried the mysterious voice, and my heart lifted. Cass's head popped into view and she quickly helped me up. "What in the world? Why do I always have to be the best friend of a 24/7 Friday the 13th," she grumbled, but I could tell she didn't mean it.

Cass and I never call each other by our real names unless it's very dire.

"You know you love me," I retorted, noticing her arm that was shot looked perfectly fine. "What's going on Cassandra?" I asked softly. "What is all…..this?"

She sighed, and her blue eyes looked more tired than ever, and one time we stayed up for two days straight hyped up with sugar, without a peep of sleep.

"It's a long story, Ria. A long story," she sat down next to me, and we sat in silence. Cass stood up suddenly, and turned to me. "Let's go find the director."

"So, the director's name is Chiron?" I asked hesitantly.

"Well, Mr. D. is the actual director," at this Cass lowered her voice, and I could tell this Mr. D. was pretty scary, if he could intimidate fearless Cass. "Chiron is just the Activities Director, but we campers look up to him as the real director. He'll be able to explain all this," Cass nodded.

We walked past some strawberry fields that smelled amazing. "Just wait here," Cass told me, "I'll go get Chiron."

I waited awkwardly as Cass ran over to the wooden house. The Big House she told me. Kids all wearing the same orange T-shirt saying "CAMP HALF-BLOOD" stared at me as they walked by. Some glared, some smiled, and some whispered to each other. I stared at my feet.

"You must be the new brat, Victoria Mackerel," drawled a lazy voice behind me. I whipped around, and a portly man was sitting on the porch, wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt and purple shorts. He had a pudgy nose and bloodshot eyes. By the way campers were avoiding him, I guessed he was pretty intimidating.

"That's me sir," I replied as politely as I could.

"Ah, this one has manners! What a lovely surprise," he smirked. "I'm the director of Camp Half-Blood." I raised my eyebrows. This must be the infamous Mr. D Cass was warning me about.

I noticed some grape vines growing on his chair that was way too fancy to be called a chair. "Nice grape vines," I stammered. "They're growing awfully fast aren't they?"

Mr. D. smirked at my nervous self and conjured a glass of wine out of nowhere. I was doing an excellent imitation of a fish.

The director noticed my expression and shrugged. "Father's giving me an exception since it's my birthday," he took a long drink of his wine. "Perfection," Mr. D. savored wistfully.

"Happy Birthday?" I offered weakly, feeling lightheaded.

He looked at me in surprise as if that was the nicest thing someone has said to him all day (which was most likely true). "Well thank you," he smiled at me. It was more of a grimace with bearing teeth. I could tell he didn't smile that much.

I cautiously smiled back. I wasn't too sure if having Mr. D. liking you was a good thing or not.

"Chiron, come meet Miss Mackerel. I seem to actually like this one. First time in decades," he mused.

A horse man suddenly galloped up to us, and the almost-getting-killed memory flashed before my eyes. I grabbed the first weapon I could put my hands on. A double edged silver spear. I shoved it to the horse dude's face.

"Don't move," I warned him. The horse dude looked startled and spluttered, "Miss Mackerel,"

"Wrong move," I snarled.

Now, just as a head's up, I'm not very brave. In fact, I'm a complete coward, scared of a lot of things. You get the idea. But I was tired of all this weird stuff, not getting any answers, and was feeling strangely confident.

"I absolutely despise," I spat despise into his ugly face, "being called by my last name. Especially by no good, disgusting, horrid, creatures like you." One of the spear's edges were now touching the horse man's throat.

He gulped. "Creature? I guess that is true, but… you see-" he was cut off by laughing. I turned, and to my astonishment, it was Mr. D.

"You should see your face, Chiron!" he cackled and went down into another fit of mad cackling. I froze and the spear in my hand clattered to the floor.

Chiron? I had just tried to kill the Activities Director that Cass seemed to look up to (which is an extremely rare miracle, Cass doesn't trust anyone).

Mortified, I blurted, "Sorry," to the ground and my legs flew me to anywhere besides where I was before.

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