Disclaimer: I don't own any of the PJO characters or the story line. I only own Alaine, Kyra, Noah, and Melissa.

Alaine's POV:

As soon as we walk over the hill, I see the camp. It's amazing. There's a forest to one side and a lake on all the other sides. From the view on top of the hill, I see strawberry fields, stables for horses, a volleyball court, a sandy area that looks like it could be used for some sort of training. There are cabins arranged in a Greek Ω, with a stone fire pit in the middle with logs all around it and the bathrooms and showers next to it. There is an amphitheater, an area with picnic tables, and a place with smoke coming out of it. There are campers everywhere, all wearing orange t shirts. But the thing that stands out most is the big, three-story sky blue house. Mila and James lead us to the house, that they called the Big House. On the front wrap-around porch are two guys playing cards. One has a scraggly brown beard and sits in a motorized wheelchair; the other has black hair and is wearing the worst outfit I have ever seen, a sort-of leopard print shirt with purple pants, and drinking a diet Coke.

"Chiron, we're back," James says to the guy in the wheelchair, whose name I assume is Chiron.

"Ahh…welcome back James, you too Mila," Chiron says. "I assume your trip was successful?"

"Yes, we found three demigods," James says, pushing me, Kyra, and Noah forward.

"Very well," Chiron says.

"Wait…are you the Chiron? The one who trained Heracles and Achilles?" I ask.

"You are correct my dear. You like Greek mythology?" Chiron asks me.

"Oh yes, I love it. But isn't Chiron a centaur? Not to be rude, but you don't look like a centaur," I say. Chiron just smiles and starts to get out of wheelchair, which is impossible since he is in a wheelchair. Chiron begins to rise, getting taller and taller. Horse legs start to come out of the seat of the chair, first the front ones, then the back.

"Whoa, you really are Chiron," Noah says.

"Yes. I trust someone explained to you what this place is and who you are," Chiron tells us.

"Yes," I say.

"Great. Mila, James, would you please give our new campers a tour of the camp?" Chiron asks them.

"Yes, sir," Mila replies and we all leave the porch.

"Who was the other guy on the porch with Chiron?" I ask as we're walking through the camp.

"Oh, that's Mr. D. He's the camp director," Mila says.

"Is he a demi-god like us?" Kyra asks.

"Not quite. He's forced to work here. As a punishment," James replies. I go through my brain, looking for D names in Greek history. Leopard shirt, the color purple.

"He's Dionysus, the Greek god of wine," I say.

"Yep," James says. "We're going to show you the cabins first, so you can put your stuff away."

"Alright," Noah says, as they lead us to where the cabins are. They are a bunch of different looking cabins, each one having its own personality. The two at the head look like his and her cabins, both made of white marble with pillars out front. The second one looks slimmer than the first one, more elegant. It looks like no one stays in those two. Cabin 3 looks like it came straight from the ocean. Cabin 4 has grass growing on the roof and flowers all over the place. Cabin 5 looks really angry, having bright red paint that's not very well done. Barbed wire lines the outside. Cabin 6 is gray and has an owl carved over the door. Cabin 7 is glowing bright gold, so bright that it's hard to look at for long periods of time. Cabin 8, looks silvery-gray, again, it looks like no one stays there a lot. Cabin 9 looks like a steam shop, with smoke coming out of it. I absolutely despise Cabin 10. It looks like Barbie's Dream House, complete with curtains. Cabin 11 looks the most worn. It's a normal looking cabin, compared to the rest, with a sagging front porch and peeling paint. A staff with serpents intertwined on it is above the door. Cabin 12 looks plain, with a purple door.

We are lead to Cabin 11, where Mila and James knock on the door. When it opens, a pair of heads pop out. The rest of them appear when they realize who's at the door.

"Travis, Connor, these are the new campers," Mila tells the two boys, who I assume are Travis and Connor. Both have a head of curly brown hair. They look like they could steal something without anyone noticing. I check my backpack to make sure my wallet is still there and make a mental note of not to leave my stuff alone in here.

"Hey, I'm Travis. One of the co-counselors of the Hermes cabin," the taller one, Travis says.

"I'm Alaine and this is my twin, Kyra" I say, pointing to her. "And this is our friend, Noah."

"Welcome to Cabin 11," Connor says. "Have you been claimed yet?"

"Not yet," I say, noticing how much Noah looks like these guys. They have the same curly brown hair, upturned eyes, and crooked smile. "Hey Noah, these guys kinda look like you."

"Is your dad the godly side?" Travis asks us.

"For all of us," I say.

"How old are you," Connor asks.

"Me and Kyra are almost 10," I say.

"I turned 11 in March," Noah tells them.

"Well, you should be claimed soon then. Most demigods are claimed by 13," James says. "We're gonna let you settle in. See you at dinner."

"Bye," we say and walk into the cabin. It's not that crowded. Since I know it's the Hermes cabin and I know he's the god of travelers, I expected it to be fuller. Most of the bunks are full, but there are a few open here and there. Me and Kyra pick a bunk bed and Noah picks one that is on the opposite side of the cabin, but across from ours. I see that there are a few other kids in the cabin.

There's a tall, thin girl with dark red hair in a ponytail and, if you can believe it, yellow eyes and have flecks of brown in them. She is sitting on the top bunk that is somewhat in the middle of the cabin. She's wearing jeans and a orange shirt that I saw other campers wearing when we first arrived. It says 'Camp Half Blood' on the front.

Towards the back, on a bottom bunk, there's another girl. She's wearing the camp t shirt, jeans, and a pair of socks, since she's in the cabin. She has wavy dirty blond hair that reaches her shoulders and blue eyes.

A boy who looks about 12 is sitting on a lower bunk, reading a comic book. When he looks up, I see that he has light brown hair and baby blue eyes. He's wearing the camp t shirt and khaki shorts.

There's another girl sitting on the top bunk towards the front of the cabin. She's about the same age as the boy, maybe a little older. She has curly dark brown hair that's in ringlets that reach about an inch below her neck. Her eyes are brown and have some honey colored streaks in them. She's wearing the camp t shirt, jeans, and for some odd reason, a jacket.

"Hey, welcome to Camp Half Blood. I'm Genevieve," the girl with the red hair says.

"This is Alaine, Kyra, and Noah," Connor tells them.

"Are they determined? Oh, I'm Jasmine, but you can call me Jazz. And that's Tyler and Crystal" the girl with brown hair says, pointing to each camper.

"Undetermined. But they'll be 11 soon, so they should be claimed by then," Travis says. "Well, I'll leave you guys alone. Dinner's in half an hour. When you hear the conch shell, that means line up for dinner."

"Okay," I say as we start to somewhat unpack.

A/N: I know the chapters are somewhat short, but I promise longer ones are coming. I just need to get back to writing. And I have a whole bunch of papers due, plus midterms this week.