A/N soory about taking so long started writing next chapter and forgot i didnt post this one yet.

disclaimer: I'm not Rick Riordan meaning I don't own Percy Jackson. Don't sue.

~~~Andy ~~~

As we walked down the halls looking for the councilor's room I cannot help but notice the kids here the all looked like their parents have money. That is nothing new to me but I don't know about Elliot. From what I hear, she has lived in camp all her life. Then again, I still don't know what to think with her. One moment she's nice then next she has that look in her eyes that most of the Ares' kids have during capture the flag. She should really spend less time with them. I've heard that she and Ares was a thing that is why he would always take her out of camp and is the reason why she spent so much time with his cabin. She really confuses me sometimes.

"We're here smart one" Elliot states making me, return to reality. I look at the room and there wasn't much there. There is a couch in the one corner. Then a desk a chair right beside it. Sitting in the chair is man my guess in his 30's holding a folder staring and studying us. There is something about his eyes that looks familiar, but I can't place it but I know I never met this guy.

"You must be Elliot and Andromeda." I just glare at him. "Andromeda huh, parents must be into Greek mythology." He chuckles as if making a joke that no one but him understands.

"Yeah you could say that." I was trying as hard as I could to keep a straight face.

"Is this going to take the whole period Mr...?" Elliot interrupted.

"Call me Bryan, why?"

"Because if it is I'm going to sleep." Right as she says that she lays down taking the whole couch leaving me to sit on the floor.

"Actually I was going to start by talking to the both of you separately to learn about the both of you," Bryan looks down on at his folder. Then asks looking right at Elliot, "Let's start with you." Turning back to me, "Andromeda"

"It's Andy,"

"Andy, I mean, why don't you head to your dorm and get situated. Elliot will be there shortly."

Not having to been told twice I left. When I got back to the dorm, Hermes was there. He was sitting at the desk obviously waiting for one of us to return. I clear my throat to get his attention and I have to do it a couple times to get his attention. When he finally turns around all he does is stares at me. He shakes his head and hands me the package.

"I was expecting Elliot."

"Sorry to disappoint you," I responded snatching the package from his hands.

"I didn't mean it like that, it just…"

"I know, I know, all the gods love Elliot, but have no time for their own children" It didn't take very long for me to figure that out and most of the campers resented her for it too. Nevertheless, everyone at camp still respects her. They say it's because of what she did in the war or something she went through. When I ask what happened no one ever answers me. Personally, I think they just don't want to piss the gods off. I guess in a way she was the cause of the war.

"It's not that either, every consoler she has gone to usually kick her out after only 15 minutes. I can't believe this one lasted this long. Besides, you really shouldn't talk about things you know nothing about. You don't seem the kind of person to believe rumors." He stated looking like he was getting annoyed "try to understand Elliot's life has not been the easiest, of course she would never admit that. Which is why her father has Ares train her. Now that we have that covered the package, It's a gift from Apollo to you and this one is for Elliot" I took both our gifts I opened the one that had my name on it. of all the gift the gods could give they give me a first aid kit "Elliot has a habit a getting herself and anyone others around her into a lot of dangerous situations. The kit will replenish its self with nectar and ambrosia when you run out. You will have to watch Elliot she will keep drinking the nectar and has got very close to becoming a pile of ashes a couple times." Just then, his phone rings he looks at it then back at me. " I have to go will you let Elliot know I stopped by.

"Sure. I guess."

Just as he was about to leave he turned around and reached into his pocket. "I almost forgot, and your mother would of murder me if I did, this is for you" he hands me a knife.

I had to smile this is the first thing my mother has ever sent me.

~~~Elliot~~~

"Not much to tell I don't see my father much. He is always at sea doing something mostly business deals. Among other things, if you know what I mean."

"What about your mother?" he asked as if he actually cared. Which I thought was funny because I could tell by the look in his eyes that he just wanted to be done with me. "For all know she never existed. As I was saying, I spend most of my time at summer camp or at some boarding school. Of course, it's different every year. I'm lucky to go a whole year without getting kicked out. Every school I went to send me to some kind of counseling but that never last longer than a week."

"I see you have quite the criminal record. Everything from arson to attempted murder is in here," he states while holding up the folder that was on his lap. "Would this be an attempt to get your father's attention?"

"No, I have other ways of getting dad's attention. Are we done here?"

"Tell me about this camp you go to."

"It's a special camp."

"Meaning?" he asked smiling as if I have just given away a big secret.

"Meaning its special to me, I was raised there after all. The camp itself is very exclusive only the most powerful and rich people in the world can send their kids to this camp."

"Sounds like it's full of rich snobs to me," I can tell now, by how he that is trying to give away more information. What if he does know about camp? That's impossible unless he's a monster. I subconsciously grabbed my knife. "There's no need to bring out weapons which aren't even allowed in this school. Not that you brought it out I will take that" then he snatched out of my hand before I could react.

"Now please finish telling me about your 'special' camp," how did he even know I was reaching for my knife? Usually Chiron can't even tell when I do that. How did he?

"Why do you care?" I admit he was starting to get under my skin. He is definitely holding something back. I can see it in his black beady eyes.

"It will help me know how to help you."

"There is nothing for you to help with."

"If that was true you wouldn't be here, right?"

I just rolled my eyes, "The instructor there teaches us how to survive on our own without our parents money and power, because you never know with this economy when you'll lose everything and have to live on the streets. Anything else you would like to know or can I leave."

"No, You can leave, please tell Andy to stop here tomorrow around noonish."

"Whatever," I get up and left I couldn't get out fast enough. That guy creped me out and I could stare down most monster without it fazing me. I plan on finding out exactly who this person, or thing, is but most impotently I'm get my knife back.

A/N Do you think I should change the title of the story to Friends and Secrets? 2 positive reviews and for next update.