A/N: So this is where everything begins. I introduced someone at the end of this chapter.

I've always wondered what her story was, what made her become who she is (you'll know who I'm talking about). This was actually the motivation for writing this fic...

So I hope you like my OC and her siblings, feel free to review and help me develop these characters.

Chapter 3

LEE

Lee instinctively ducked as the girl in the bomber jacket almost brained him with a flying camera.

She screeched – although rather unsuccessfully with all her, uh, wheezing – and staggered to her feet, arms flailing like a zombie on a sugar high. Dust coated her from head to toe, greying everything from her faded light jeans to her whirlwind hair. Her bangs, mussed and grimy, clung to her forehead with sweat and her eyes were wild like a raging bull. She glared round at them with fists clenched, fury evident.

"YOU HORRIBLE IMMATURE PLAY ACTING JERKS!" She screamed, almost foaming at the mouth.

Some of his siblings backed away worriedly and glanced at him as if asking should we shoot?.

"Is this how you get your kicks, huh? Hey! Let's just trap some poor innocent people in tunnels, scare the HELL out of them then hoist them up in nets, wicked right?! Well let me tell you, NOT COOL! Do you have ANY idea how traumatic that was! And now...now Flash is totally ruined!" She wailed.

…Flash? He glanced down at the boy she'd come out of the Labyrinth with. Even when sitting with his legs drawn in, he could tell he was tall and lanky. He wore dark rimmed glasses, a collar shirt over a sweater vest and black pants which were now covered with dust, dirt and grass. He looked uber nerdish, and a lot like Buddy Holly. The guy shrugged and mouthed something, cupping his hands and making a clicking motion.

Ever since they'd discovered that Luke and his monster minions were going to use the Labyrinth as an invasion route and Percy, Annabeth, Grover and Tyson had left camp three days ago, Lee and his siblings had been guarding Zeus' fist. Then the Labyrinth entrance had suddenly opened today, and they'd been set and ready to give those party poopers a warm welcome. They hadn't expected them to be mortals.

How in Hades had they gotten in there? And how did they get out without going crazy? He had seen what the Labyrinth could do.

He shuddered away from the thought and zoned in on the girl again. Though this one has gone a little loopy. She was still shaking her fists, ranting something aboutactors. He'd have to help them the most he could, then take them out of camp through the woods. A glance at his brothers' and sisters' half lowered bows told him they were probably thinking the same thing.

But apparently, Atomic Betty wasn't satisfied with monologue just yet. She stomped up to him, lowered his arrow filled with combustible Greek fire down with a finger, then got up in his face and stabbed that finger into his breast plate.

"Don't think we can't take any legal action against you," she hissed. "I don't know much about lawsuits but I'm pretty sure we can sue you for this horrible prank you guys pulled on us."

He wanted to roll his eyes.

"Now, I want a decent apology and then you can start thinking of how to explain yourselves to the management because I'm definitely reporting this," she said smugly, stepping back to fold her hands across her chest and stare down her nose at him.

She wasn't mad – well, not mentally. Up close he could see her eyes. They were blue like the color of the Big House, bright with annoyance and intensely focused on him, but he didn't get the sense that someone else was in the driver's seat. She had dirt on her nose and cheeks and her choppy brown hair was stuck to her face with sweat, still watching, she pushed the bangs out of her eyes. Her skin was tan like she spent time out in the sun. She was quite pretty despite her haggard state.

"Well?" She said.

Oh, uh, what was it she asked for again?

Then he heard a whimper of pain and the girl swivelled round and gasped.

"Oh my gosh, Bree!" Abandoning her quest for vengeance, she ran towards the little kid that had been starring wide eyed at them. She'd tried to get up, then collapsed back down. "Are you hurt?" Buddy Holly look-alike shifted closer to Bree and bent over her.

He was already moving. The three of them had to be siblings. They all had the same chocolate brown hair and 'Bree' looked like a mini version of the girl. He knelt in front of her and instantly saw the problem. Her ankle was bruised and bent at an odd angle.

He touched it gently and felt the injury. He could sense every throb in the ankle. Second degree lateral sprain. The ligaments were partially torn, she must have wedged her foot in a cleft and twisted it. All this just came to him like he already knew.

"She's sprained her ankle," he announced calmly. "She'll need to be taken to the infirmary." They couldn't stay here and treat her. Atomic Betty looked at him like she was surprised he could speak. He looked up and locked eyes with Michael Yew, his newest sibling. Go warn Chiron, he ordered silently, nodding almost imperceptibly towards the Big House. Michael nodded and left at a run.

Between him and Tony, they lifted Bree by her arms and carried her, her brother and sister (who was chewing her thumbnail like a piece of jerky) right behind them. They'd crossed the river, trudging on towards camp, when the boy spoke suddenly.

"Hey, why are we in the middle of a forest in Alcatraz? Alcatraz doesn't have a forest, does it?"

Alcatraz, San Francisco? That was a long way from Long Island; if you ignored the terrible hallucinations, monsters, possible death by starvation or disembowelment and wandering about in a maze for the rest of your life, the Labyrinth was a pretty neat go-to for travelling.

"Well where are we?"

Uh... well, if you feel you must know, you're in a training facility for kids of the so-called mythological Greek gods like Zeus, Poseidon, Aphrodite - yeah you know those ones, and oh-! Those monsters from Greek legend? Yeah, they're real too and they're out to get us!

Lee could already imagine the somebody-get-this-nut-some-help expression on his face if he ever told him that. They were at the outskirts of the forest now, almost there. There was no way they wouldn't pass through camp to get to the Big House. The Mist would distort everything they see anyway; it wasn't the first time mortals had stumbled into camp.

But as they entered into the clearing, he heard Bree gasp.

"What...?"

"Angie...are you seeing what I'm seeing?" The boy's voice was filled with disbelief.

He craned his head back and Tony murmured something. Both siblings were standing stock-still, staring at camp: the lava wall, campers fighting a drakon in an arena, flying pegasi and running dryads.

And he knew all three of them could see through the Mist.

...

Chiron was waiting on the porch in his wheelchair, some campers were also there in front of the Big House. They relieved him of Bree and took them all in. He stepped up to the porch and looked into Chiron's wise eyes.

"I think they're half-bloods. They could see through the Mist." He wondered how they were able to make it through the Labyrinth.

Chiron frowned worriedly, then turned his wheel chair quickly and entered inside and he followed.

Buddy Holly (he really needed to stop calling him that) was sitting on the nearest couch to the fireplace draped with grape vines, still in a daze. The girl – Angie? – was standing on the other side of the room by the window, peering through the purple curtains and asking if that was a real wall of fire.

"Yes, it is," Chiron smiled as he wheeled himself into the room. Lee sat down beside him.

"Is that even legal?"

He frowned thoughtfully. "Well-"

"Oh, wonderful, a new batch of delinquents. Welcome to Camp Half Blood. Cabin eleven. Now take them away." Mr D waved them off from his Pac-man arcade game in the corner, sparing them no more than a single once-over.

"Ah, that is Mr D, our camp director, and I'm Chiron. As he said, welcome to Camp Half Blood" he spread his arms.

He then proceeded to give them the downlow on the subject of Greek gods, monsters, demigods and Camp Half Blood and by the time he was half way through, Lee could see they were not processing it well. They kept interrupting at every turn.

"Wait! Half god, half human? We're not half god!" The guy, who he'd learned by now was Mitch said.

"Well, it's the most likely explanation for being able to see through the Mist. Unless you're clear-sighted – but I find that… extremely unlikely. Clear-sightedness is a rare ability in its own right; to find it in a whole family would be unprecedented," Chiron patiently explained.

"I'm pretty sure neither of our parents were gods," Angie said flatly. She'd come over to sit by her brother.

"Oh? What makes you think that?"

"Because they're both dead?"

The room fell into an awkward silence, broken only by the beeping of the Pac-man game and an irreverent whoohoo! fromMr D.

"They died in a car crash" she explained stiffly.

"…My condolences." Chiron murmured, bowing his head slightly.

Lee didn't understand. "Then can you see through the Mist? Chiron, you said clear-sightedness has never happened in a family more than once?"

"It is unprecedented, yes, but not necessarily impossible," he responded slowly, "which means it could still happen. But then we cannot rule out other possibilities… adoption for example?"

Angie shook her bent head, she had her thumb in her mouth again. "We all have baby shower pictures of our mom when she was pregnant for each of us, so I guess not".

"-though Mitch...he might have been adopted..." She grinned at her brother who gave her a black look.

"Mr Chiron, if you don't mind," he said curtly. "How did we get here? One minute we're navigating the tunnels of Alcatraz and the next, we're in Long Island and it's Monday." Drawing out his phone from his pocket, he turned it on and flashed it like an FBI badge. "It was Saturday when we came to Alcatraz." His gaze was cool and searching, like he suspected them of a major alien abduction conspiracy.

It was Mr D who answered though, he was surprised he'd been listening. "Why, it's the Labyrinth, boy. Nasty little devious maze," he snickered, Lee wasn't sure if he was talking about the Labyrinth or the maze game in front of him. The old-style machine kept going beep, beep, clink, whirr, beep, beep.

"Was used in the good ol' days to house the Minotaur you know – horrible-smelling shaggy man-beast with long horns and a taste for human burgers. Mortals were usually set loose in it to be torn apart by the monster."

"Now, people who have the misfortune of going in there end up terribly deranged or dying horrible, painful and mangled deaths."

"And it's alive and growing, like a big fat earthworm," he added conversationally, as if discussing the weather.

Oh,didn't know you knew so much about the Labyrinth, thanks Mr D. Not. He turned and saw (with some relief) that he was not the only one whose good mood was in a puddle on the floor. Those stories of the horrors of the Labyrinth always got to him.

Chiron's face was grim, probably thinking of Percy and his friends in the Labyrinth.

After a while he said. "Alright, Angie and Mitch..."

"McKinley," Angie offered when he paused pointedly.

"-McKinley, I think we're done here. You'll be in cabin eleven… Lee, could you please see to their sleeping arrangements? The place is rather crowded. Tomorrow, you'll be taken on a grand tour of Camp Half Blood. For now, please rest and recover from your ordeal."

Lee stood up and headed for the door, and they followed suit.

"Mr. Chiron? We haven't concluded if we're Half Bloods or not," Angie said uncertainly.

He shrugged "well, as long as you are here for the summer, things should resolve themselves properly," he frowned and added softly, "or maybe not".

"Oh! And Bree! Is she ok?" She paused at the porch.

"Your sister is in good hands," his voice assured her. "You may visit her once you are settled in."

It was almost sundown, the sky was already painted with pinks and oranges. Campers had abandoned the arena, scattering weapons everywhere. There were some loitering around the basketball court and one of them waved when she saw Lee and sashayed over.

"Hey, hon. Haven't seen you in a while," she smiled at him.

"Oh, hi Drew, it's just patrol work and all." He'd spent those three days permanently stuck to his bow and arrows in a tent.

"So, new campers huh? Heard they came through the Labyrinth." She looked them over, hands in her back pockets.

"Hey, I'm Drew."

Mitch just stared at her, Angie flashed an annoyed glance at him and smiled politely. "I'm Angie. And this is my brother Mitch"

"Okay, well welcome to Camp Half Blood," she said cheerfully, then stepped closer to Lee and touched his arm.

"Try to make time for me, alright sweetie? Remember you still haven't helped me out in my archery." She pouted.

Lee felt a twinge of guilt. He'd promised to teach her some archery at the beginning of summer camp, but he'd been a little preoccupied as of late. He'd have to make that up to her.

" Right. Got it, number one priority," he grinned sheepishly at her and she smiled back.

"Ok then. Later" she wriggled her fingers as she skipped off.