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Chapter 3:

(Percy)

As I was gathering the things I would need at camp, my sword, wristwatch shield etc., my thoughts drifted to what camp would be like. After nearly 140 years, I'm sure things would have changed. I wondered if Chiron or some of the satyrs would recognize me, I mean, sure I had changed a little, and it had been a long time, but still. Well, for my sake I hope they don't.

Once I had gathered up my belongings, I slipped out the door unnoticed and into the woods. I hadn't told anyone where I was going or, actually, that I was leaving at all. Once I was fair distance from civilization, I quickly slipped into my werewolf form. It was, in a sense, like getting a shot. It hurt for a second and then it was gone. I felt my teeth elongating into my canines, my hair slipped on like a comfortable jacket. I felt my claws break through my skin and winced, though when the tail broke through, I couldn't help but give out a short yelp of pain. Thankfully, nobody was close enough to hear, lest some hunter got out his gun and shot. I had learned to steer clear of mortals while enduring the transformation the hard way.

Soon I was running through the forests, feeling freer than I would ever feel as a human. In about an hour, I was stopping for the night in Little Rock, Arkansas, a small town called The Village. I would have made better timing, but I had to steer clear of any and all humans, which let me tell you, is not an easy task.

I decided that since I was supposed to be a complete demi-god, I'd do what demi-god would do. Find a cheap motel room and crash for the night. I found a small building on the side of the road with a flickering sign that, with my dyslexia, looked like, Beksfrat si esvrde ehre. I finally made it out to say, Breakfast is Served Here! I walked over to a window to get my room key and found the man asleep. I tapped on the window, but he just twitched a little. I sighed and decided to have a little fun, I shouted at him, "sir, this is the police! We've found your illegal stash of drugs and alcohol!" At this he jumped up out of his chair and started looking around for the source of the accusation.

I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. His expression was priceless; his eyes were wide as dinner plates, and bloodshot. It didn't help him that he had his mouth hanging open and drool was still on his chin from his previous nap. When he finally realized that there was no cop, and that there was only me, he scowled and sat back down in his chair. His cheeks were red from embarrassment.

When I had finally composed myself, I asked for a room. He, reluctantly, handed me a room key and said, "room 3B, second floor on the left." I nodded and headed off in the direction he had pointed me. Once I found my room, I slid my key into the the key slot and opened the door. When I was inside the room I closed the door behind me and crashed on the bed, almost instantly I was asleep. Weirdly enough, I had no dreams that night.

I woke up early in the morning, had breakfast, then set off for another day of traveling. I hoped that I would be able to reach my destination today. After walking about a mile, I decided it was safe, and shifted to a wolf. As I was running, I let my thoughts drift to Zia. I wish I had been able to say goodbye. I still wasn't sure what had happened to her. I wondered if she had gotten married and possibly had kids. When I finally looked at my surroundings, I was shocked to see that I was in the strawberry fields not far from camp. I slowed to a stop and decided to walk the rest of the way on two feet.

I steered myself onto the old road and continued walking. As I got closer, I noticed a couple of different things; the first was that there was an old tree near the top of the hill. What was so weird about it was that it looked over two-hundred years old. Of course thats not possible because it wasn't there when I had trained and lived here, which was only about one-hundred and forty years ago. The second thing that was different was that there was a dragon underneath the tree. It was coiled around the tree and in the trees branches, something was glittering. I realized with a start, that it was protecting the Golden Fleece, the same one that me and Zia had retrieved from the Sea of Monsters. The dragon hadn't been there while I was at camp, but the fleece had. I guess they had decided to protect it in case of a robbery or an attack.

As I walked over to the border that separates the camp from the mortals I slowed down just a little because of the barrier that was meant to keep monsters out of camp. I guess I was considered part monster. Anyways, I finally got across the border and looked out over the camp. There were hundreds of campers all milling around. Some were training, some were reading, the Athena cabin, and some were pranking, the Hermes cabin.

I started walking down the hill, but nobody noticed me until I was about ten feet away from the Big House. A kid and his gang started walking towards me, at first I thought they were Ares kids, but then I noticed that they weren't very burly, and that the kid in the lead looked kind of like me. Raven-black hair, and sea-green eyes. The similarities stopped there. While I was tall and somewhat muscular, he was short and skinny. He looked to be about seventeen, so technically he was older, seeing as I stopped aging at sixteen. He smirked at me and then said,"I'm the best swordsman here, and the greatest hero there is, and has ever been." I started laughing, "You? The best hero ever? What did you do that's so great?" I questioned. He looked taken aback, as if he had expected me to bow down at his feet. When he recovered from his surprise, he smirked again, "I am the son of the Sea god, and slayer of the Hydra, recoverer of the fleece." At the last piece, I raised an eyebrow. What does he mean, recoverer of the Fleece. Zia and I recovered the fleece. "I thought a couple of demi-gods already recovered the Fleece from Polyphemus' Island."

He looked at me like, are you serious? Then slowly, like you would to an idiot he said," yah, but it was stolen forty-three years ago, so I went on a quest to retrieve it, and I did." I hadn't been told that the fleece was stolen. That must be why there was a dragon protecting it, to keep it from getting stolen again. At that moment, I heard Chiron walking out onto the front porch. "Aaah, Mark. Who is this?" I turned around and Chiron looked surprised for a second, but it quickly vanished. "And who might you be?" I decided not to tell him my real name, "my name is Alex, Alex Johnson."

He looked at me skeptically. "Young man, if I may ask, how did you survive so long outside of camp?" I bit my lip before saying, "My mother told me I was a demi-god trained me." It was the partial truth. He looked around, as if looking for my group. "And where is this mother now?" I looked down at the ground, faking sorrow, before half mumbling, "a couple days ago, we were attacked by a band of monsters. She was seriously injured and didn't make it through the night."

He nodded, as if he understood. "Well, I'm glad you decided to come to Camp Half Blood. I guess this means you know about the gods?" I nodded. He continued, "Well, in that case, I suppose you won't need to watch the orientation video. The orientation video? They didn't have that when I came to camp, then again, they didn't have TVs.

"Tell me Alex, did you while you were with your mother did she tell you the father, or discover you had any powers?" asked Chiron. I decided to play it safe and shook my head, "no." He looked a bit disappointed, but nodded. "Well, in that case, you'll be staying in the Hermes cabin until further notice." I nodded. "Mark, if you could please show Pe- I mean Alex to the Hermes cabin."

I snapped my head up in surprise. So he knows. Mark, impatient, pushed me towards the Hermes cabin. I walked up to the door and took a deep breath. I guess this is where I'll be staying. Just like old times.