Hey everyone! I'm writing at 1AM so this'll be good! (hopefully) So, review please! Unfortunately, more explanations. But we meet Percy and Annabeth! Hooray!

"Buckle up, kids! We're off!" That's my Dad, John. Always optimistic, unlike me. I am optimistic at times, but not as crazily as Dad.

"Hey, Dad?"

"Yes, Drake?"

"Who's my Olympian parent?"

He bit his lip. "Drake, did Sarah tell you about-"

"Yeah, I did. I hope that's okay, Mr. O." (Our last name starts with an O)

"It is. Drake, I really don't know. But this camp is for people like you two – half-bloods. In fact, it's called Camp Half-Blood."

"Oh." I said. "Hey, I just thought of something... If all those Greek guys still exist, how come nobody else knows?"

"There's this thing called the Mist, so anyone who isn't involved with the gods can't see anything related to them, like weapons, creatures, or even Mount Olympus, which looks like an asteroid hanging above New York."

"Oh." This was getting stranger by the minute.

The car stopped. "We're here!" My Dad said. "And Drake... No matter what happens, I want you to know – your mother and I love you, and you always have a home with us, no matter what."

"Thanks Dad. Goodbye."

Together, Sarah and I climbed a hill to the pine tree at the top.

We entered a gigantic house and saw a guy in a wheelchair playing cards with another guy who was wearing a leopard-print Hawaiian shirt, and two other middle-schoolers... No wait...

"Those kids have hooves!" I whispered to Sarah.

"Yeah. Those are satyrs."

"Oh. Oh right." Half humans, half goats.

"Oh dear, not another one," the guy with the Hawaiian shirt whined. "Oh! A royal marriage! Trick!" He laughed and counted his points.

"Oh, Sarah, is this the one you mentioned?" The handicapped guy said. (Wish they'd stop calling me the "one", like an object.)

"Drake, this is Chiron." Sarah introduced us.

"Wait – The Chiron? From the myths?"

"Not myths, they actually happened, my boy. Yes, I am," He answered. He turned to Sarah. "Does he know?"

"Yeah, I filled him in, Chiron," She responded.

"Good, good. Please give him a tour of camp, and then show him to Cabin Eleven."

"Okay, Chiron. And Drake, this is Dionysus, the God of Wine. We call him Mr. D."

"Hi, Mr. D."

He ignored me.

As we left, Sarah explained, "He got sent to camp as punishment for chasing an off-limits wood nymph."

"Oh."

She showed me the amphitheatre, (A/N Did I spell that right?) the volleyball pits, the forest, the arena, and finally the cabins. She led me to one where a blonde girl with the crazy, weird gray eyes and a boy with black hair and sea-green eyes were reading a book, in, get this, Ancient Greek. Weird, huh?

Sarah introduced us. "Hi, this is Annabeth and Percy. Guys, this is Drake."

"Hi, Drake." Annabeth said.

"Hey" said Percy.

"Hi."

Annabeth turned to Sarah. "Do you know his parentage?"

"No, but I met up with one of the satyrs, he's even stronger than Percy."

"What? But... How is that possible?

"Hmm, so I'm stronger than this guy?" I grinned mischievously.

"No, it means that your scent is stronger than his."

"Damn. Wait, my "scent" Does that mean I smell worse than him? 'Cause he reeks!"

"Hey! Who you-" Percy began, but was cut off by Annabeth.

"Demigods, like monsters, give off a scent. Some species like satyrs, cyclopes, and monsters can smell. This is dangerous for half-bloods, it makes us easier to find and eat."

"Eww."

"Yeah." She agreed

"Okay, then, Drake, I'll show you to Cabin Eleven, Hermes' cabin. You'll be staying there until your immortal parent claims you as his or her son."

"How long does that take?" I asked.

She ignored me. "Here we are." She opened the door, and I saw that the cabin was filled with kids, and sleeping bags were spread out all over the floor. "Hmm, its pretty empty this summer." Sarah said, which made me pity all these kids even more. "Ask one of the older kids for a sleeping bag. I'll see you at dinner." She turned to leave.

"Wait!"

She faced me. "Yeah?"

"Who's your immortal parent?"

"Apollo, God of truth, music, poetry, healing, the Sun, archery, medicine, and the arts."

"You said a mouthful."

"See ya at dinner." And she left.

I took my bags and sat them down in an empty space on the floor. "My first day at Camp Half-Blood" I thought. "I guess it couldn't get any stranger, right?"

Wrong.