Is this really necessary? Anyway, I don't own PJO!

I was sitting on the porch of the Hermes cabin, reading my favorite book, A Designer's Library of Architecture.

Just then, Chiron and Percy came over, so I pretend I was thinking about some other stuff. Luckily, Annabeth Chase is not a girl who blushes.

Percy trotted over and peeked over my shoulder. I think I hear a smirk, he probably thought I was faking for the sake of it.

"Annabeth, I have masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy from here?" Chiron instructed me.

"Yes sir." Well, what choice do I have anyway? At least I've got a reason to poke around and, maybe, see Luke.

We arrived at cabin eleven, and Percy was looking a little downcast.

"Well?" I don't want to seem harsh, but I can't let him stand all day, can I? "Go on."

I introduced him. "Percy Jackson, meet cabin eleven."

"Regular or undetermined?"

"Undetermined." I say. Everyone complained.

Then Luke came over. (Here comes the blushes!) "Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there."

Percy was gawping at Luke. Maybe he's thinking, Wow, I want to be like him when I grew up! And believe me, I know that feeling.

"This is Luke." Remember what I said about not being a girl who blushes? Well, I take it back. I'm crimson right now. Oops, Percy saw it. I tried all my best not to let myself think of Luke or Percy. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?"

My mind wandered to some other stuff as Luke explained to Percy about cabins.

Percy looked around, his brow scrunched together. He seems cute when he does that.

"How long will I be here?"

"Good question," Luke replied. "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?" He asked, innocently.

Everyone broke out in laughter.

"Come on." I want to make him feel better, but I don't know how. "I'll show you…the volleyball court."

"I've already seen it." He said, sullenly.

"Come on." I pulled him out. The farther from Luke, the better.

"Per- umm, Jackson, you have to do better then that."

"What?"

I muttered to myself, "I can't believe I thought you're the one."

"What's your problem?" I could hear that he was a bit angry now. "All I know is I killed some bull guy—"

"Don't talk like that!" He was really getting to my nerves now. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?"

"To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?"

He shook his head, like trying to shake off the problems. "Look, if the thing I fought was the Minotaur, the same one in the stories…"

"Yes."

"Then there's only one."

"Yes."

"And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So…."

I sighed, explaining that monsters can be killed but won't die.

He looked thoughtful. "You mean if I killed one with a sword—"

"The Fur…I mean, your math teacher. That's right, she's still out there. You just made her very, very mad."

"How did you know about Mrs. Dodds?"

"Umm…you talk in your sleep." I finally told him.

"So," He said, anxious to change the subject, "Furies are Hades' torturers, right?"

I shifted uncomfortably. "You shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones, if we have to speak of them at all."

"Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering? Why do I have to stay in cabin eleven, anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there." He complained and pointed to the direction of Zeus' cabin.

I froze. I expected him to know how things are done here, how we are sorted.

"You don't just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or ... Your parent." I waited for him to understand.

"My mom is Sally Jackson." For a moment he sounds hurt, painful. "She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to."

(This chapter's too long so I split it to 2 parts! Review pls. guys!)