Camp Half-blood Before Percy Jackson:

The Arrival of Annabeth and Luke

Annabeth woke to delicious scents trailing the room, she could tell they were breakfast scents. She felt her tummy rumble and noticed she hadn't eaten for about a day not including the single stale doughnut she had a few hours before entering the camp. Carter walked over.

'Morning,' he said softly. 'You skipped dinner last night, I wanted to wake you but Emma here wanted to let you sleep.' He gestured toward a girl behind him. Annabeth looked to her right to see Luke stirring. She shook him lightly.

'Luke, wake up,' she called to him softly. Luke's eyes opened. He looked of at Annabeth and ruffled her hair.

'Morning Annabeth.' he cooed.

'We missed dinner,' Annabeth grumbled. Luke chuckled slightly. Carter cleared his throat.

'Alright, cabin 11, line up.' He called. Annabeth and Luke were sent to the back of the line as they were newcomers.

Annabeth smelt the air as they made their way to the table. It was very crowded but she didn't care, anything this camp served up had to be better then old, stale food from the trash. Satyr came around serving wonderful food. Annabeth heaped her plate then looked up to she people going to the fire and scraping part of their food into it. Carter got up and walked over to Luke and Annabeth and explained you had to scrape the best part of your meal into flame for the gods. Annabeth approached the flame.

'Mummy, please tell me who you are.' Annabeth whispered into the flame. She then scraped in some of her bacon, got up and walked back to her seat. Then everything that had happened the last few days hit her. It was way too much for a seven-year-old.

'Hey, it'll be okay.' Luke whispered softly. Annabeth turned to him.

'Will it?' She answered unconvinced. Luke just smiled half-heartedly.