Hey guys, sorry for the delay. Here's the new chapter. I'm gonna try update every Monday from now on. And guys please, review and read. I'm kinda sad cause' I only have one review. .

Violet's POV (I'm gonna add new characters now.)

"Get up, we're here." I was shaken gently awake by one of the Party Ponies. Don't ask me how they managed to get onto this random aircraft, much less stay aboard. I just know that they were there.

"The dragon's arrived." WHAT! I tumbled off the dragon and onto solid ground. I had been riding a dragon and I had never realised! I'm so glad they decided to spill the beans now. Luckily for me, the dragon had already landed, so I wasn't a million metres of the ground when I fell and consequently, I didn't break any bones. Still, 7 metres (A/N I am Australian so I use Australian terms) is a lot to fall from, and I landed with a muffled thump on top of a human cushion.

"Oooooof, sorry." I bounced back up and hurriedly brushed myself off.

"No probs."The guy I had landed on looked well-muscled, had an air of I-get-used-as-a-human-cushion-everyday surrounding him and was generally the ideal teenage heartthrob. If I had been a normal teenage girl, I would have swooned for him there and then. However, I had, as my friend liked to put it, a deprived childhood, and I had grown up unlike every other teenage girl I knew, my sisters included.

Which reminded me, how were they? I had taken on the role of mother and father of them after my mother had withdrawn into her shell, and my father had been declared mentally unstable. I had fed, clothed and looked after them, but had still managed to retain a sister relationship with them. But any way, back to camp.

So here I was, staring at the guy who I had landed on. He had been brushing off my apology, but the moment he saw me, he had stopped and stared. Now I need to remind you that I had been stared at my entire life, and I had grown an aversion to it, good or not good staring. So the fact that a virtually unknown stranger was standing there gawking at me did me no good. I blew.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ?" I roared at him.
The people surrounding us took a step back, something I was surprised they were able to accomplish, what with the number of people who had come flooding to greet us. The girl at the head of the crowd, a tall, athletic looking girl with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes looked at my inquisitively. I brushed all this off though. My anger was focused solely on the starer.

"YOU'RE JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER PERSON WHO THINKS THAT PEOPLE ARE MADE FOR STARING!"
I ploughed on, unaware of the snickers and smirks I had ignited in the crowd. A big, buff looking girl with arms muscled enough to make pro wrestlers run for mummy stepped out of the crowd and roared in my face.

"SHUT UP!" I'd never met someone who could match me for volume and demand when it came to screaming, so I shut up, impressed by the amount of volume she could muster.
"Thank you Clarisse." The athletic looking girl said, looking unfazed at the drama that had just unfolded right in front of her, while my victim, a guy I later learnt was called Lee Fletcher and had never had a girlfriend, which was surprising considering his good looks, took this as his chance to escape from my grasp, and he did the smart thing and ran away.
"Now," said the girl, "I know you've lead a hard life, but you must remember that at Camp Half-Blood, we are a family. And we don't scream at each other in a family. Especially the first time we meet anything or anyone." She said, looking significantly at me.
"However, now that the formalities are over, I am Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. This is my boyfriend Percy Jackson. We're sort of leaders here at Camp Half-Blood." she said, gesturing towards the rumpled looking boy with the messy black hair and se-green eyes standing next to her. He grinned and waved.
"Now before you blow your top again, let's take you to see Chiron."
I was lead to the most wonderful house I had ever seen, covered in lushly green moss and made out of the most impeccably beautiful grey stone. On the porch were seated two men, and old man with a neatly trimmed beard who was wheelchair bound, and a frumpy looking man in a leopard print suit. Man, did that frumpy man look like Grandpa David, only Grandpa David was a hell of a lot older. The wheelchair bound man turned at the sound of our approaching footsteps and smile at us.
"Who do we have here?" He chuckled. "My, does she have a loud voice. I heard her scolding Lee just then."
"I think everyone heard her." Annabelle (or was it Annabeth?) commented dryly.
"She's got a voice to rival Clarisse."
"Come on Dionysus," chided Chiron. "Say hello to our new camper."
Dionysus? Who in their right mind calls their kid Dionysus? Poor kid, imagine the teasing he would have to endure during school. No wonder he got sent to teach at this crack pot of a place of a school. Still, manners are manners, and I politely (well, politely in my terms) said good morning to them both. At the sound of my voice, Dionysus turned around and droned out, "Welcome to camp and blah blah blah, I'm Dionysus but you can call me Mr D." I could have sworn he also muttered afterwards,
"Still fifty more years condemned to this Camp and the mortal world." Mortal world? This is one very strange human being. He then proceeded to look up at me and we locked eyes. My jaw dropped. I knew this man very, very well.