I get creamed.

I must've looked confused because Mr. Brunner laughed as he approached.

"You must be surprised." He said.

"You'd think that wouldn't you?" I muttered. "How. . . .what. . . .who." I settled for silence.

He smiled warmly. "I, am Chiron."

"You, are Mr. Brunner." I said. "Or so I thought."

He smiled again. "Merely a disguised young one. How do you like camp so far?"

"It's. . ." I tried to find a word for it. You can't really describe a camp with talking, flying horses and rock climbing walls with lava pouring over the sides. ". . . .cool." I finished lamely.

He laughed aloud this time. It was a loud friendly, jolly, bellow. "Well then, I suppose you saw the camp?"

I nodded.

Kayden stepped up. "I. . . ." He trailed off. There was a girl on the bottom of the hill motioning for him to come to her. ". . . .have to go. See ya A.C.!"

He took off at high speed. Chiron laughed again.

"When it comes to Monica, all things are second."

I nodded with a smirk on my face.

He smiled again. "Your cabin is the one over there." He pointed to a low roofed building with grey wall encrusted with shells, walls and a good view of the ocean. "Cabin three. Poseidon's cabin."

"My father is Percy Jackson." I said.

"Ah, about that." He reached into his bag and handed me a letter. "Read this."

The paper was sea green. I looked at it. This is what it said:

"What in the purple mountain's majesty?" I muttered.

"Wait for it." Chiron challenged while laughing.

Suddenly, the words began to rearrange and take a different shape. Soon, this is what it read:

Dear A.C.,

If you're reading this, it means you're at camp now. Welcome to my favorite place on Earth (besides the skate park). It might also mean; 1) your mother sent you here (which I highly doubt), 2) you ran away and ended up here (I highly doubt that also) or 3) a monster chased you here (I'm guessing this one is the right answer). You're obviously alive or we would be having this conversation face-to-face. In the underworld.

Anyway, I assume you got the watch I sent. I will also assume your mother wouldn't let you touch it, much less look at it. If you don't have the watch, that could be a problem. If you do have the watch then you are my son and you are kleptomaniac. Just kidding. About the kleptomania joke. You are indeed (did I just use that word? man I'm getting old) my son.

Now, I'm assuming you have the watch, if you don't, skip this paragraph. If you do, that's good. There are three buttons. One sets the time, the other releases the grappling hook. The line can withstand about 200 lbs. per square in. The last button is a shield. I don't think you need an explanation for that.

Since we're on the topic of really cool weapons, Chiron has something that will help you a whole lot. He will give it to you after you finish this letter. As to where I disappeared to, well, I got this job offer you could say. Except, it wasn't any ordinary job. I was chosen to be the successor of Poseidon and be the King of the Gods. Something about being the greatest hero the world ever saw.

Anyway, I hope you have a great time, and train like crazy.

With love,

Dad.

I folded the letter, pocketed it, and turned to Chiron expectantly.

"Huh? Oh! Right, Riptide." He reached in his bag again and pulled out . . . . a pen. A pen of all things.

"Here," Chiron said holding out the pen. "Take this. It's a powerful weapon."

"This is a pen." I sighed.

I grabbed it. It was a nice pen. It had wave patterns on it and a word inscribed in the side. Anaklusmos. Then, I realized I knew what it meant. Riptide.

"You really need to go to the combat arena and get a feel for it." He mused.

"This is a pen." I said a little louder and forceful in case he didn't get it the first time.

He smiled. "Just like your father. Click the button."

"Great," I said sarcastically. "Now I get to draw all over my enemies."

I clicked the button. The pen grew heavier and longer in my hand. It was a sword. Very pretty. It had wave designs on the blade.

"What happens if I'm fighting with the sword and it turns into a pen?" I asked.

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." Chiron said darkly. "Ah," In a lighter tone. "Something cool. Throw the pen down the hill."

I did. He waited about a minute. I'm not sure what this was supposed to accomplish but. . .

"Check your pocket."

I raised my eyebrow but did what I was told. The pen was there. Cool was right.

"Well, I assume you'll want to go get settled. I'll leave you to it." He turned and galloped off.

I grabbed my things from the Big House and jogged over to cabin three. Inside was a slopping roof. There was a cool breeze blowing through. Hanging from the wall were three half-horse half-fish things. They appeared to be chasing each other. In the corner was a coral fountain. The spray created a rainbow. In the bottom of said fountain, were about 150 gold coins. I picked one up. It had the likeness of my father. I tossed it back in the fountain.

I threw my things on the bed and walked back out hoping to find the combat arena. I passed a lot of cabins. There was hot pink cabin with hearts and the smell of designer perfume. There were about three girls at the doorway watching me. They giggled when I passed.

I waved to them and they squealed. They all zoomed inside no doubt to tell their friends about me. I turned.

Matt was standing there again. I pointed my finger at him while twirling it in circles.

"Dude, how do you do that?"

He remained straight faced.

"Listen punk, if you talk to those girls again, you're dead, if you look at those girls again, you're dead, Hades, if you even think about those girls again, you're dead."

I smirked and put my hands in my pocket. He bent down. Our faces were two feet apart. His breath smelled of beef jerky and Mountain Dew.

"Are you thinking about those girls?" He asked.

I've seen this movie. What was it?

"Well I am now." I replied cockily.

"That's it then, you're dead." He growled. Then he reached for me.

I am the fastest runner I know. I turned around and sprinted away from Matt. I could hear him running after me. I passed the combat arena and the armory, hammers were clanging inside. Just pass those were the stables. I don't think I needed to whistle.

"Blackjack!" I called.

He was in the air with a camper on his back. That didn't stop him though. He swooped down and scooped me up. I was behind the camper. It was a girl. She turned, very surprised. It was Andrea.

I grinned. "Fancy meeting you here."

She cocked an eyebrow and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Running for my life. Or rather flying"

She grinned. "Blackjack, will you set me down over there?" She pointed to entrance of the stables.

"Sure thing."He said.

He swooped down and landed.

"Did he say something?" Andrea asked me.

I nodded. Matt was just coming out with a pure white pegasus.

"Gotta go! Bye!" I took off.

Matt chased me. Blackjack, the more experienced pegasus, ducked and dived. He was avoiding the other pegasus easily.

"Take me closer." I yelled over the wind.

"Sure thing Boss." He answered.

I pulled out Riptide and the shield.

"Time to teach this jerk a lesson."

Blackjack flew closer. I slashed at Matt. The blade cut his back. He screamed. There was a crowd gathering below us.

Blackjack shot out of reach. Matt pulled out his sword. He commanded his pegasus to fly close to us. We went to meet them. Matt and my swords clanged. Blackjack swooped under the other pegasus. Matt, caught by surprise, didn't have time to turn. I cut him on his left shoulder. He screamed again. An epic idea popped in my head.

"Can I trust you?" I asked Blackjack.

"You better believe it." He answered.

I nodded. "Good answer." And without warning, I threw myself off of his back and hit Matt with my shield. He tumbled off of his pegasus and free fell toward the earth. I dropped down after him. As I got closer, Matt tried to chop of my feet. I somersaulted and slashed his right shoulder.

I looked up and didn't find Blackjack. Suddenly, he was there catching me 120 feet from the ground. I got the breath knocked out of me so I didn't scream. Matt hit the ground. Blackjack slowed down and landed. Everyone cheered. I got off of Blackjack (painfully I might add) and patted his mane.

"Yo Boss, do I get extra sugar cubes for dinner or what?"

"For dinner and desert." My voice an octave higher than usual.

"Awesome!" He took to the air and flew off. I grimaced.

After a couple of songs in the amphitheatre, we all retired to our cabins. I lay in my queen sized mattress thinking how much fun this camp was and slept.

I woke up at three thirty the next morning and felt like my bladder was going to burst. I walked outside and looked for the bathrooms. I walked around for a couple of minutes and still couldn't find them. As I turned to look at the sign of a building, just the canoe racking place, I ran into a building. I still couldn't find the bathrooms so I decided to go in the woods.

I cautiously walked toward the woods and relieved myself. When I turned, there where about five tough looking guys standing there.

"You all must be friends of Matt." I said.

One of them grabbed me and held me against the tree.

"No one messes with Matt and just walks away like that." He hissed in my ears. "I see two possible futures. One, you just take the punishment and don't get hurt. Two, you fight, get the punishment, and get hurt. Your pick"

I grinned. "That's funny 'cause I see two futures too. One, you get rejected by every girl you ask out. Two, you and your buddies leave and you all eat about fifteen thousand Tic-Tacs each."

They all slugged me in my stomach. Then they did something really bizarre. They all pulled out cream pies and started walking toward me. Now, I don't know about you, but I don't think they were about to spoon feed me.

They started to stuff the pies down my shirt. One of them shoved one down my pants. While lying in the dirt, I made a silent promise to myself that I would never eat another cream pie in my life.