Chapter 4

A/N I know this is mostly similar to the original Lighting Thief book but I don't really think these parts would change that much and I can't just have out-of context snippets about what did change.

phoenixaggie06, I completely agree. That is in fact one of my reasons for writing this. I have a ton of crossover ideas ready but there's plenty of stories about the characters I like the most (Nico DiAngelo from PJO and Kakashi Hatake from Naruto), but very few about Remus.

Percy POV

After a long talk about gods and immortality (and other casual things) and a short tour around the camp me and Chiron arrived at the Cabin Eleven.

"Oh, look," he said. "Remus is waiting for us."

The brown-grey-haired (Seriously, I cannot overstate how disturbing that is) boy I'd met at the Big House was reading a book in front of the last cabin on the left, number eleven.

When we reached him, he looked me over critically, like he was still thinking about how much I drooled.

I tried to see what he was reading, but I couldn't make out the title. I thought my dyslexia was acting up. Then I realized the title wasn't even English. The letters looked Greek to me. I mean, literally Greek.

There were pictures of hand motions and some words on what looked like fake Latin. As in they looked like they were picked from a bad TV show that couldn't afford someone with actual knowledge of Latin or straight from Google translator.

"Remus," Chiron said, "I have masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy from here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cabin eleven," Chiron told me, gesturing toward the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Out of all the cabins, eleven looked the most like a regular old summer camp cabin, with the emphasis on old. The threshold was worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway was one of those doctor's symbols, a winged pole with two snakes wrapped around it. What did they call it… ?

A caduceus.

Inside, it was packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags were spread all over on the floor. It looked like a gym where the Red Cross had set up an evacuation center.

Remus was looking at the chaos like he was smelling something awful.

Chiron didn't go in. The door was too low for him. But when the campers saw him they all stood and bowed respectfully.

"Well, then," Chiron said. "Good luck, Percy. I'll see you at dinner."

He galloped away toward the archery range.

I stood in the doorway, looking at the kids. They weren't bowing anymore. They were staring at me, sizing me up. I knew this routine. I'd gone through it at enough schools.

"Well?" Remus prompted. "Go on."

So naturally I tripped coming in the door and made a total fool of myself.

There were some snickers from the campers, but none of them said anything.

Remus announced, "Percy Jackson, cabin eleven."

"Regular or undetermined?" somebody asked.

I didn't know what to say, but Remus said, "Undetermined."

Everybody groaned.

A guy who was a little older than the rest came forward.

"Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there."

The guy was about nineteen, and he looked pretty cool. He was tall and muscular, with short-cropped sandy hair and a friendly smile. He wore an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals, and a leather necklace with five different-colored clay beads. The only thing unsettling about his appearance was a thick white scar that ran from just beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash.

"This is Luke," Remus said, and his voice sounded happy, like it was filled with pride. Like a guy introducing his cool older brother. I also noticed that he was smiling for the first time I had seen him.

He saw me looking, and his voice hardened again. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?" I asked.

"You're undetermined," Luke explained patiently. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

I looked at the tiny section of floor they'd given me. I had nothing to put there to mark it as my own, no luggage, no clothes, no sleeping bag. Just the Minotaur's horn. I thought about setting that down, but then I remembered that Hermes was also the god of thieves.

I looked around at the campers' faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing me as if they were waiting for a chance to pick my pockets.

"How long will I be here?" I asked.

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

"How long will that take?"

The campers all laughed.

"Come on," Remus told me. "I'll show you the volleyball court."

"I've already seen it."

"Come on." he grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. I could hear the kids of cabin eleven laughing behind me.

Chapter 4 end