Nothing interesting to say! I am a Directioner now! Expect to see their songs in my stories now!

Disclaimer: Refer to Chapter 1. Parts of this chapter were scattered around and written by me and TeamPiper.

AJ's POV:

IIII: Campfires? Songs? Seriously?

We pulled into Camp, hundreds of eyes fixed on us as we stepped out of the Mustang. I could tell we were all nervous, because Mac's knees were shaking, with Eme as an acseption. She's always on a natural sugar high.

"Who are they?" someone shouted from the crowd as we walked towards something Ray called 'The Big House.'

"But," I said. "Isn't the Big House where the criminals live? We're not criminals!" A smile tinted on the edge of Ray's lips.

"No, you're not in trouble. This Big House is different. Trust me." He led us up the porch, which curled all around the house, and overlooked the Long Island Sound. I knew this from Geography back home, at school. The ocean was a shining blue-green, with the white foam, and I could feel all my fears running away from me.

He led us inside the front door, through a hallway, and when we hit the living room, I almost lost my cool. On the wall, a leopard's head was snarling at me. I mean, actually making noises! I jumped behind Ray.

"Wha... what is that?" I practically screamed, making Will and Eme laugh at me.

"Oh, that?" he asked, pointing to the leopard. I nodded. "Oh, that is Seymour! He's Mr. D's pet!"

"It's so cute!" Eme told Ray, obviously excited.

"Pet? You call that a pet?" I said, stunned.

"Yes." Ray said, nodding. "He loves Snausages, too!" He must have gone crazy, or been bonked on the head, or something. "Well, time to meet the Camp Director!"

He led us into an office with different pictures on the wall, and a middle-aged man with brown hair, a thinning beard, and a tweed jacket, sitting at a desk.

"Ah!" he beamed. "Ray, you have come back from your mission successfully, I see!" He stood up, and what I saw, I almost fainted. When he stood up, he didn't look normal. First of all, he stood about the height of two men, and second of all, he had the- I really don't know what it is called; it'll be backside- the backside of a horse that was white. "Now, what are your names?"

"I'm Alexander Jones." I said, moving my bangs out of my eyes. "Though I prefer AJ."

"I'm Mackenzie Dreson." Mac said. "But a lot of people call me Mac"

"I'm Gavin Williams. But I go by Will.." Will said.

"And I am Eme Avoc!" Eme said, oh, so, happily. I thought she was stopping there, but she was Eme. She continued with "Well, actually it's Emerald. But can you see me being called Emerald? It's just WAAAAAY to formal for me. I use to hate my name. First of all, people would call me E-me, which I HATED, or they would spell it E-M-M-Y. Also, My cousins all have cool names: Eden, is a beautiful garden, Isabelle and Elizabeth are just pretty names, and Ireland is this AMAZING country, and Emerald: a rock. But it's a pretty rock, so it's okay! But Emerald Jo Avoc-"

"Eme! Your making my ears bleed!" Will yelled.

"Shuting up now." Eme said, looking a little embarrassed.

"Well, Ray, will you show these demigods around camp?" Chiron asked, and I got the feeling I would get to like him.

We walked through camp. First he showed us the cabins: 20 medium sized buildings, all different somehow. I spotted one that had a roof of grass with tomato vines growing up the sides. Another one was purple with grape vines growing up the sides.

"Lets go to the lake." Ray said, looking at a girl through a window in a pink cabin. She waved to him, and he blushed, waving back. He turned to us. "Well? Come on! Lets go to the lake!"

The lake was a light blue, with five docks, a canoe docked at each. Under the water, several feet down, a bunch of teenagers sat cross-legged, making baskets. I quickly shoved it off, then began walking to a hill with different buildings, and a sign labeled "Temple Hill."

As we walked, I looked as a symbol appeared above Will's head: Crossed spears, illuminated in red light.

"Wha?" he said, bobbing around, the symbol following.

"Hail, Gavin Williams, son of Ares, god of war, and battle lust." Ray said, leading us toward the assortment of cabins.

We stopped at a blood-red cabin, with an assortment of weapons, mines, and guns laying around the stone foundation. Inside, a bunch of teenagers were arm wrestling, giving each other head-locks, and blasting rock and heavy metal music.

"Ares cabin?" Ray said, pointing a remote to a boombox. "Meet your new cabin-mate, Will." A bunch of guys walked over, clapped him on the back, and took him to a bunk. We walked over to the hearth, and Ray, Eme, and I sat down around it.

"So. His father is Ares? Cool." I said lightly. I was a little jealous. I had always admired Ares, because he was tough.

Ray could tell we were all a little bumed about not getting claimed, so he asked us who we had left. Eme's face immediately fell. She went from 'Eme Avoc! The happy, optimistic girl' to 'Emerald Jo Avoc. The depressed anorexic girl'that I first met.

"I have my mom." Mac said, not noticing Eme's mood swing.

"Same here." I said.

"A woman gave birth to me and raised me." Eme said, them under her breath she whispered "But she will never be my mom,"

I figured she would be upset for a few days, because she seemed like she wanted to crawl in a hole and die. But then she snapped back to her normal, talkative, Eme like ways. Bi-polar much? Don't get me wrong, I still really liked Eme, but I had no idea what just happened. I decided to forget about it, and focus on this super cool camp.

We were sitting around the camp fire, and singing songs. I sat at the 'unclaimed' section with Eme and Mac. We saw Will sitting with his new brothers and sisters looking happy.

Ray had given us an AMAZING tour. We were all smiling through out the whole thing. I don't want to boar you with details about how we tried each sport, and sucked at most of them. However, Mac and I were great swimmers and Eme picked up on archery right away. She had been over joyed when she found a bow and arrow in the weapon cabin. She picked it up and almost screamed. In the bow, Άλτοwas engraved into it. She knew that it said "Alto." It turned into a ring when she wasn't using it.

Mac was yet to choose her weapon. I had my knife. I looked at its triangular blade, it's blue texture, and the carving in the hilt: Alexander V on one side, a small dolphin on the other.

Oh, if only I paid attention in Greek Mythology class, I thought solemnly. I would know who you were, dad.

Finally, the sing-a-long was over and Chiron came up with a serious face.

"Campers!" Chiron stamped his hoof on the stone of the hearth. "I seriously regret to inform you that the Big Three, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, weapons' have been stolen. A quest must be issued! Any takers?"

Silence. That was all in the air.

"We need some body!" Chiron pleaded.

"I-I-I will." I spat out nervously.

"I'm sorry, but you have to have been claimed to be on a quest."

I sat down, embarrassed. Just then Rachel, our adult oracle, stood up and said:

Prophecy written by TeamPiper:

"Five shall go different places, to find three symbols of power,

New challenges erupt each and every hour,

One with the hounds, and children of the sea,

Son of war and blood, will become one with thee,

But the daughter of song will be hurt the most,

She will suffer, by becoming the host,

Prophecy part written by me:

Finding lightning in a cave of lore,

Finding water in a cave of doors,

And find darkness at Deaths Door."

and she collapsed.

Then, chaos broke out. People started yelling at each other, and I saw a few Hermes kids betting on who would be the children on this quest.

"Wait, but Percy doesn't go to camp anymore, what children of Poseidon?" a kid under the Hephaestus banner asked.

"I don't know, we will just have to wait." Chiron shouted.

Then, I saw a bright light out of my perethical vision. I turned to see Eme with a golden lyre over her head.

"All hail, Emerald Jo Avoc," Chiron said, just like Ray had. "daughter of Apollo, god of poetry, medicine, and music"

Eme looked stunned. It had just accorded to me: does she have stage fright?

"Like this chick can be a daughter of Apollo," a girl snarled, "can she even play an interment? Sing?"

"Caroline," Chiron snapped. "just let it be."

"Let her answer," Caroline sneered. "can you?"

Eme stuttered "I-uh, can't play an interment very well. And I, um, for sure can't sing"

I wanted to stand up for her. True, I had only heard her sing once, but I knew she was good. She always stayed first chair, first voilin in orchestra. She was cutting herself short.

"That's what I thought," Caroline snarled.

After watching Eme being shuttled of to her new cabin, I walk with Mac back to the Hermes cabin.

We both crashed, wondering what would happen tomorrow.

A/N: Of course, they will decipher the prophecy in the next chapter. Obvious much? R&R! Will try to update ASAP!