AN: So this is chapter 2... Yaaaaaaaaay! This chapter was written by yours truly so I hope you like it! It's more of a small introduction to camp. Oh yeah, if you want to know how we imagined the characters in the story, check my profile for the Roman Demigods and Cordelia and Ciara's profile for everybody else. Percy will just look like Logan Lerman because that was pretty much the only good pick in the movie. All the other demigods (and Grover) are changed :).

Disclaimer: Disclaimed. In case you didn't realize that by now.


I woke up with a pounding headache. Why in Hades did my head hurt? Did I just say Hades? Styx, its Pluto isn't it? Ah, well. All of a sudden, I remembered why my head hurt so much. Bobby, son of Mars (or Ares as I preferred) knocked me out yesterday during training. Wait a second, was it yesterday or today? What day is it, anyways? I rolled over in the cot that was conveniently placed in the medical tent hoping to see some sort of calendar. Instead, I got scared half-way to the Underworld by Hazel. There she was sitting patiently. She was literally everywhere.

"Hazel. Do you happen to know what day it is?" I asked after my soul made its way back to my body.

"It's Thursday," she responded in that cheery tone that, for some reason, made my head hurt more.

"And I got knocked out on…" I trailed off, letting her finish my sentence.

"Wednesday," she said. I nodded and lied back down in my cot. Good, it was only a day.

Just then, my day got ruined. Bobby Duncan walked in. He had a sour look on his face. He always had a sour look on his face. He handed, I mean threw, me my ballpoint pen, which is actually a sword (how cool is that?) and grunted an apology. Okaaaay then… He ran off to who knows where and I was alone with Hazel again.

"Are you all right, Percy?" She asked in a concerned tone.

"I'm sure I'll be fine," I said getting up, but wincing because, for some odd reason, my legs hurt too.

"Oh no! You're not fine!" She exclaimed.

"Ah, leave him alone, Hazel. He's a big enough boy to handle walking on his own," Dakota Samson, son of Apollo said.

Dakota was probably the best person at the Roman camp. He was the only one, aside from Gwendolyn, that didn't crowd me when I first got here. That I was thankful for. Everybody wanted to know who I was, why in Tartarus my father was Neptune (Poseidon, as I first called him), and why my pen turned into a Celestial bronze sword, unlike they're Imperial gold ones.

Anyways, I stood up okay, but Hazel still helped me. It was hard to tell her to back off. You could easily hurt her feelings. So naturally, I got stuck in situations like these. I have no idea why Hazel was always trying to talk to me. Actually, I did have an idea. One time, I brought it up in the vicinity of Gwendolyn and, her being a daughter of Minerva (Athena, as I first said, after which she beat me up with her knife) and all, told me straight up and simple that "Hazel likes you." Her words, not mine.

I wouldn't have necessarily minded talking to Hazel and letting her to get to know me, you know, opening up, except for one reason. Aside from the fact that I think that is extremely cheesy, I couldn't get her out of my mind. She looked a lot like Gwendolyn, except she didn't. She was taller and her blond hair was lighter. Her grey eyes were darker. She was tanned and she looked athletic. She always just popped up in my dreams, as if it was a message from who knows what god.

"Hello? Percy, are you listening to me?" I heard Hazel say. I looked at her, a confused look on my face.

"Huh? What?" I said, confused.

"I said: how are you feeling?" she repeated.

"Never felt better," I responded.

This week. I finished in my head.

"That's good!" She exclaimed. I nodded.

"I can walk from here," I told her. She looked like I just said "you smell worse than the Minotaur".

"Okay," she said quietly. I walked away from her. I needed time to think. I always needed time to think.

The thing is, I remember nothing of my old life. All I remembered was getting escorted to the Roman Camp and finding out my dad was Neptune. Then, I had to live out my life at the Roman Demigod Camp, training and "making friends", as Lupa put it.

While I was walking around the camp, I ran into Gwendolyn and Halley. They got along just fine, but they always had these small arguments, mainly because they were so different. I mean, are a daughter of Minerva and a daughter of Venus (Aphrodite, right?) supposed to get along? I don't think so.

"You know who would make a fantastic pair? Lydia and Zane! Isn't it great?" Halley squealed. Gwendolyn rolled her eyes.

"Who are you? Eleanor of Aquitaine?" Gwendolyn asked sarcastically.

"You know, she was a daughter of Venus, too!" Halley squealed.

"You don't say," Gwendolyn said sarcastically, rolling her eyes once again. They both saw me after that.

"Percy!" Halley squealed. She had been trying to find my "perfect match" ever since I got here. "How are you? I heard Bobby hit you hard!" she asked.

"I'm fine. I'll live," I said. Gwendolyn sighed.

"I got to head to archery," she stated bluntly and walked off. Halley turned to me with an excited look on her face. Oh, no. I'm victim number two. Great.

"Guess what? I'm one step closer to finding your perfect match!" Halley squealed, saying "perfect match" in a singsong voice. I raised my eyebrows in fake interest.

"Are you really? Fantastic," I said sarcastically. Apparently, she didn't detect the sarcasm.

"I know, right?" She squealed. I nodded sarcastically and walked off. Halley was too much to deal with in that moment. Unfortunately, I ran into Reyna. Great, here comes the loony bin. Reyna was a daughter of Bacchus (Dionysus, the wine dude). Double-great. For some reason, I had something against Bacchus.

"Hello, Percy. How are you doing?" She asked with mock interest. Apparently, she was the crazy–I mean "sweet"–ex-girlfriend of the missing hero camper, Jason Grace. Whenever I thought about that, an image quickly flashed in my head. It was of a person I was supposed to know. The last name "Grace" was familiar.

"Fine, Reyna. How are you? Driving any campers crazy with your consistent talking?" I asked sarcastically. I don't know why I knew so many big words. It's as if there was someone in the life I couldn't remember that taught me the world's biggest and most confusing words.

"Whatever, Percy. Did you know Lupa might send people to look for Jason again? Are you going? I sure am. Anything to find Jason," she said. See what I mean? Crazy. She should learn what the "ex" in "ex-girlfriend" means. I'm pretty sure it means "excluded". If not, then "exterminated", or "excavated", or "exfoliated" or something else like that.

Anyways, I did the simple thing. I walked away from her. I had enough things to deal with it. Like, coping with not knowing anything about me. About my life.


Well, Percy's a bit down, isn't he?

-Don't worry, there will be far more of the roman Demigods coming up... Of odd friendships and chicken butts as we like to say...
-Gee, I wonder why percy has something against Mr. D?
-References: PLL fans go to HolaitsCiara, PJO fans go to HolaitsCiara and Amelia Letter, HP fans go to Cherie26, HG fans go to Amelia Letter, GG fans go to HolaitsCiara, Twilight + Immortals fans go to SusanCullen

BTW, those are the pen names (or pseudonyms) of FF authors. If you are a true fan, you know the abbreviations. But you should give us your guesses of the abbrevs. anyways!

Amelia and Ciara, yo

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