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" For the love of all Olympus! Wake up, Karly, its after five A.M!" Storm screamed as he pulled me out my bunk. And dropped on the cold wooden floor, on the middle of the cabin.

" Dude, it's like not even warm yet" I complained with a shiver, as I got up on my feet.

" If your not ready for the morning jog before Gust gets back, he'll make you wish you were a mortal. You've got ten minutes to get your butt ready." Storm snapped rather arrogantly, as he did his hair, in a little hand mirror.

Gust just as it is terrified me. Him wanting to kill me? Nope, I did not want that. I would stay on his good side, even if it was the death of me. Even if it meant waking up at this ungodly hour and jogging.

" Son and daughters of Aeolus , fall behind me." Gust cried as we began our jog around camp.

The actual jogging part sucked; however seeing the camp so quite and peaceful looked like a dream. Every thing looked so perfect and unreal. Like a Hollywood movie set, vacant of actors. The camp was quite and still. As the sun rose from the horizon, into the sky. As the jog wore on I was slowly falling further and further behind. I promised myself I wouldn't stop. That lasted just over half an hour. Then as we made it back to the start of cabin row beside the lake; my lungs needed a rest and so did my legs. Walking the rest of the way, felt good to my body. My brain was busy weaving stories of how mad my cabin mates would be to me. Worse and worse the stories got, the more I had time to think. How much they would hurt me, when I made it back.

Walking into my cabin, I feared for my life. Were they going to punish me for walking ? Would it hurt? My fears were subdued when I saw everyone. The guys ( my new brothers) had all showered and put on a fresh set of clothes. Nobody lunged at me with a sword or shot me with arrows; as I walked in. No one seem to really give a fig.

" Breakfast in forty- eight, just enough time to get clean. Ella's drying her hair, now." Gust called to me. As I lug my stuff across the cabin, to where the restrooms and showers are. I respectfully nodded to him. As my breath is still gone, off some where.

After breakfast, Gust informed that I needed to learn how to fly. I thought it would be a walk in the park; until I realized I couldn't fly or summon a breeze. When your the only child of Aeolus; who can't fly, its pretty embarrassing. Gust and Storm both took one of my hands as they tried to teach me to fly. After a whole morning of practice, I can barely float let alone fly.

" You'll get better, Its your first time. As Annabeth says' Rome wasn't build in one day'" Ella said as we made our way to lunch.

" Annabeth can't say that anymore." A boy the size of a tank sneered with a cruel smile.

" Go to Hades, Aron, visit your mom." Ella snapped as she pulled out here danger.

Again, I stood there on a brink of a fight. Just thinking how tank boy could kill me. I couldn't move to pull out my dagger. I was going to be useless to Ella.

" Guys, break it up. I saw Hades last and he's pretty grouchy this century, Persephone is hot, but Aron, she's your grandmother." A tall lengthy teenage boy said with sad green eyes.

With that bit of humor, Aron cracked a grin; both Aron and Ella put their weapons I was able to breath again.

" Percy, whats up man?" Finn called from behind.

He didn't care that Ella was going to be in a fight, right on his toes? But he'll go talk to his buddy? This family has some serious issues. With that I was starting to miss Jake. He at least cared if I got myself killed or maimed.

Percy and Finn seemed to be old friends, talking and laughing. Still Percy reminded me of an old war vet; the ones you see homeless. That look in his eyes, it said; he had been through something he wanted to forget but it was to important to.

The conversation was pretty boring, nets versus shields. Practice drills to run before capture the flag. All stuff I was a able to tune out fairly easily. I was to busy thinking about, the pizza I had been promised for lunch. Until I heard this bit of conversation ' father probably won't come, he's not really a god. The only reason we're here is most of the gods need wind in their favor. Even if he did come, his sanity is still very questionable.'

With that remark my mind was reeling, what was my father if he wasn't a god? I was so confused right now. I was here as a favor, to some god? Then it hit me, the gods didn't care if I lived or died. They simply wanted to kept my father happy. The sanity bit, didn't make me feel any better. The bottom line was, I was here for some other reason, then just being a half blood.

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