I felt a bit like puking after I watched the orientation film. Gods, goddesses, demigods, monsters and satyrs… that's one thing I didn't see coming. I wouldn't usually believe anything I saw on TV, but its kind of hard to not believe it when you have a centaur right there.

Chiron, the centaur in charge of camp, left me there at Cabin 11 once he'd introduced me and told the kids of Hermes not to steal my stuff.

"So…" I said awkwardly, but all the kids seemed to be surprised at something about me.

"How old are you, Hayden?" One of the campers asked tentatively.

"Almost fifteen." I said, and the campers all glanced at each other, a few looking shocked while others angry. One pushed past me, muttering about how 'Gods were breaking promises' or something like that. Wonder if his daddy upset him.

After being given a bunk and some clothes, I flopped onto the bed they'd assigned to me. I lay face down, spread eagle as I fell asleep, forgetting that I was in the cabin of thieves.


It turns out, no one tried to steal Hayden's thing. All were wondering who her godly parent was and why, not to mention how, he or she had broken their promise to claim her when she turned 13.

Brian, the child of Hermes who had left Cabin 11 after Hayden had told them all how old she was, had went to see Chiron, and was bummed. Chiron said nothing could be done until Hayden's godly parent came forth, when their punishment, if any, would be dealt.

He stalked back to the Hermes cabin, not even stealing from the unguarded camp store on the way, but when he got back to Cabin 11, he couldn't help feeling surprised out of his momentary melancholy state of mind. Everyone in the cabin was sleeping, a few snoring loudly. As he entered, his eyelids began to drag and he yawned.

Brian fell flat on his face, in a dead sleep, and he lay snoring alongside his siblings.


When I woke up, I tried kicking whoever was shaking me, but they didn't let go.

"Gah-I'm up, I'm up." I yawned, opening my eyes to see Leo. He looked as good as new, no bleeding holes or anything.

I looked past Leo to see everyone… sleeping? That son of a god… see what I did there? You know, instead of 'Son of a Gun', son of a god! … My excuse for that lame joke is how tired I am; so please… don't use it against me. My other excuse is that I inherited my mother's sense of being able to laugh at humor, but not being able to make any. In other words, my funny scale was at zero.

"Dude! Why do they get to sleep?" I whined, already falling back onto my pillow.

"Its time for dinner, and I'm in no way waking them all up myself." He said, and I glared at him for a few seconds before nodding. I was hungry, so whatever. I began shaking them awake, and too many times was I assaulted with a punch or kick to the gut. What is wrong with these kids?

"Why can't we just leave them?" I groaned after a kid kicked me. What's with all of their reactions? … Right, their trained to kill monsters, and they all probably thought I was the boogieman because I'm so tall and scary. Note sarcasm, since I'm about as tall as a lawn gnome. …Note my sarcasm in my sarcasm note.

Leo didn't answer, and I glared at his back, fighting the urge to stick my tongue out at him.

Once they were all woken up, we went to the dining hall, which they had named the 'Dining Pavilion'. I hope they know we don't actually live during Grecian times in Greece.

I sat down at the Hermes table with the Hermes kids, and took a few moments to load my plate with food. Once one of the other campers had informed me how to get something to drink, by whispering to my goblet, I goblet-whispered my goblet to get me some root beer. And viola! Root beer fill-eth my cup-eth. Maybe they're not so crazy after all.

I was about to begin eating, when I noticed everyone was getting up.

"Uh… guys?' I asked, and someone glanced at me before jerking their chin towards the bonfire. Kids were lined up single file, pushing generous servings into the fire. When I looked closer, it seemed they were putting only the best into the fire, "What are you guys doing, exactly?" I asked the kid in front of me.

"Offerings to the gods. Put the best food on your plate into the fire, and pray to whatever god your offering it to. Since your unclaimed, you can just say 'My father' or 'My mother', and you'll probably get claimed. This is when most campers get claimed." He said, before turning to the bonfire, doing what he had just told me to, whispering a 'To Hermes'.

I swallowed, my nerves seeming to transform into hyped up butterflies in my stomach.

I pushed a good serving of sweet potato fries and brisket into the fire.

"To my dad, whoever you are." I whispered quietly, hoping whoever was behind me wouldn't hear. The whole 'whispering to a fire while pushing food into it' concept was still new to me, and I was a bit embarrassed.

The talking in the pavilion ceased for a moment, and all the eyes gravitated to mine. I could hear a few snickers and whispers around me.

"Great, another kid of Hypnos…"

"Wonder how long until she begins gaining weight…"

"How much do you want to bet this will be the longest we'll ever see her awake?"

I couldn't quite place who was saying what, since there had to be almost two hundred kids at the least. I glanced up, where all the kid's eyes were looking at, but all I saw was something white just fading.

"All hail Hayden Mullard, daughter of Hypnos, god of sleep." Chiron said, and all bowed their heads for a few seconds.

Wait… so daddy dearest… was the god of sleep? What I knew about Hypnos was that he was brother to Thanatos, god of death, and son of Nyx, goddess of night. He had an appearance in the Illiad, though I don't quite remember what he did or said.

Besides that, I didn't know anything about him. It was weird to think that I finally knew who my father was, half my flesh and blood, but I still only know as much as the next guy.

I frowned, going to sit at the table Chiron was gesturing me to sit at.

A/N

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