A/N- Really? No reviews? *sighs* I'm disappointed in you guys. This is the second chapter of Wait- I'm a demigod? So come on people- REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. Did you really think I did?

Chapter 2: Questions and Answers

When I woke up, I was laying on my side in a bed. I was in a low building with really bright lights. "Ah, you're awake," someone said. I turned around and saw a short boy with a face like a ferret's.

"Who are you? And where am I?" I asked with a scowl that matched his.

"You are in the infirmary at Camp Half-Blood." he replied, "after having been attacked by a hellhound and suffering a cracked rib and a nasty looking bite in your right shoulder. The bite should be better in a couple days, especially after you drink this." He handed me a glass that looked suspiciously like iced apple juice. I drank a little bit and found that it tasted like my dad's pumpkin pie, only melted. Weird, I thought. I quickly drank the rest of the glass.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Nectar," the boy said.

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Chiron will explain everything later. Feeling any better?"

"Great!" I said, "but you didn't answer my first question. Who are you?"

"If you insist upon knowing, I am Michael Yew, and I think I'll be going now." he said and promptly stalked off. I got out of the bed as Michael came back with a man in a wheelchair, who I assumed was Chiron.

"Hi," I said.

"Good afternoon, um..-excuse me, what is your name?" he said.

"Khristi Johnson" I answered.

"Very good. Seeing as you're out of bed, I'd normally give you the orientation video, but since the Hermes cabin broke it, I think I'll have Percy give you a tour." With that, he started wheeling himself out of the infirmary, motioning for me to follow, which I did. We went over to a large blue house. "Ah, Percy, there you are!" Chiron said to a tallish boy -maybe 17- with rumpled black hair and sea green eyes. "Could you give Khristi a tour and explain camp to her?"

"Uh, sure." Percy said. Chiron wheeled himself away, leaving me with Percy. "So, you've heard of the Greek gods, right?"

"Like Athena, Apollo, Zeus,-"

"Yep, You've heard of them," he said, cutting me off. "Well anyways, they aren't just myths. They're real."

"Whoa, you're telling me the gods are real," I said. I was pretty sure he was either lying or playing a joke.

"Yeah. Also, you know that they had children, right? Like Perseus, Heracles, and the rest?" I nodded. "Well, we are some of those children."

"No way. You're lying." I said. Thunder rumbled distantly.

"No, actually I'm not. It'll take a while to get used to it, but I'm telling the truth. For example, I'm a son of Poseidon. Because of that, I can control water. Annabeth over there-" he pointed to a blond girl who appeared to be sword fighting- "is a daughter of Athena, so she's really smart." he went on like this as he gave me a tour of the camp. "Now, this will help determine your godly parent. Do you live with your dad or your mom?"

"My dad," I answered.

"Okay, then your mom is a goddess. Let's see, you might be a daughter of Athena, since you have grey eyes, but your hair is light brown. Unless your dad's hair is that color, you're probably not going to be in the Athena cabin."

"Actually, my dad's hair used to be light brown before it turned grey." I said.

"Then you might be in the Athena cabin. The only way to tell for sure is to be claimed. How old are you?"

"I'll be 16 in a month." I said.

"Hmm, you should have been claimed by now," Percy stated. "Maybe you'll be claimed at dinner. For now, though, I'll turn you over to Annabeth. She'll help you pick out a weapon. Hey, Annabeth!" he shouted.

"What is it, Seaweed brain?" she said, coming over.

"Annabeth, this is Khristi. She's new at camp and she needs a weapon. I was hoping you-"

"I've got it covered," she said. "Come on, Khristi." She started walking towards a small shed. I followed. Once we got inside I could see that the place was full of weapons. I looked around. Nothing caught my eye until I spotted a pair of knives, like you'd throw at a target. I picked them up. They felt like they were made for me.

"Annabeth?"

"Yeah?" she said coming over, "Oh, good, you've found a weapon. You might want to have a sword for backup, since these knives are meant to be thrown. I wonder…throw one of the knives at a tree." I did what she said. The knife stuck. I opened my hand, and it sailed back. "Maybe you don't need a sword," Annabeth said. I grinned, then flipped one of the knives experimentally. When it came down, I was holding an owl-shaped earring. I did the same with the other knife, them tugged out my other earrings and put the owls in. Way cool, I thought.

"Hey, Annabeth, the knives become earrings!" I said.

"I saw. That should be useful." Then we heard a conch horn blowing. "Oh, it's time for dinner. Come on, follow me. Maybe you'll be claimed!" she said as we walked over to the dining hall.

A/N- Okay, there's the second chapter. I'll put up the third chapter when I get at least 3 reviews. Oh, yeah, just so you know, Michael Yew is alive. He was thrown from the bridge in TLO and found his way back to camp.

Connor Stoll: Michael Yew is dead. Deal with it.

Me: No, he isn't.

Connor: He's dead. *twang* Connor is pinned to a tree with an arrow.

Michael Yew: I'm not dead, Connor. Get over it. *scowls*

Now- REVIEW!

-smartone101