I woke up again later that day to find Nico by my bed as usual, and I was feeling better than ever.

"Hey, Tara. How are you feeling? You up for a tour of the camp?" Nico suggested.

I nodded, still a little groggy. I sat up all too quickly and tried to stand up. My leg was still too weak to walk on my own. Nico offered me himself as a crutch so I could walk. We stumbled out the door and onto the green grass.

"You've already seen the big house," Nico narrated, "and this is Thalia's tree. It helps protect the magical borders of the camp from monsters and mortals."

"You say that like you're not. I mean, not human," I noticed.

"Well, not entirely anyway. I'm half mortal," Nico replied.

By now we had stopped walking, but I was leaning heavily on Nico's shoulder and he had his arm around my waist for extra support, and boy did I need it.

"And half what?" I asked.

"God. Well, Greek god anyway. You know, Zeus, Aphrodite, Hades, Poseidon, them," Nico replied as normally as could be. Any minute I thought he was going to shout 'Psych!', but much to my dismay, he shouted something else.

"You're one too. You're a half-blood. Okay, the politically correct term is demigod, but you're still half Greek god, half human, whichever term you use," he said quite basically.

M jaw dropped and hung open for a few moments, and then I regained my composure and began speaking.

It must have come out as, 'ten hoo mi goodly pareent?', but Nico just suppressed a laugh and replied like he had understood my correctly.

"We don't know. The only sure sign we can get is you're godly parent claiming you. How old are you by the way?"

"Thirteen. Fourteen in April," I replied to Nico's question.

I swear I could see him mouthing 'score!', but I couldn't be sure. Instead, he said, "Let's move on, shall we?

I nodded, and me leaning on his shoulder with his arm around my waist, we set off toward the cabins. On the way, we saw the chariot track for chariot racing, the amphitheater for the campfire, the armory and forge, and the arts and crafts center. Once we got to the cabins, I saw that they were the most peculiar assortment of cabins I had ever seen together. And they were building more. So far there were sixteen built. There must be a lot of kids to house. We walked around and Nico pointed out that each cabin was 'sponsored' by one of the gods, and it was true, each one fit the aspect of the god or goddess perfectly.

"But what about me?" I asked

"Cabin eleven," Nico said a matter a factly, "that's always where you go if you're godly parent is undetermined. Would you like to go see the woods?"