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Percy's POV

The demigod camp was on Long Island and the whole drive there I was freaking out. I swear we passed more hell-hounds at least three times. Annabeth noticed how worried I was and took my hand, which I was pretty psyched about.

I kept alternating between thinking how crazy this was and that it had to be a dream, and that there really was no better explanation to this than Greek gods. And mom had sounded so serious. I knew she would never lie to me. But she has lied to me. She's been lying to me for sixteen years, by never telling me about my father.

This was just too much for me right now. It was definitely real, I decided. That hell-hound felt real, and the wounds it gave me hurt too much to somehow be fake.

Annabeth squeezed my hand reassuringly. "We're almost there Percy. Are you doing ok?"

"Oh yeah, I'm just great. I feel like I could fight hell-hounds all night." I said with a fake smile. I didn't want to worry her. The truth? My cuts might have closed and the bruises might have faded, but my body ached all over. My head was throbbing, and I barely had enough energy to sit up straight.

This camp better have a good nurse, I thought, and then I passed out.

It had started to rain. I was only half conscious when we got to camp. Annabeth and her dad half-carried half-dragged me out of the car and up the hill. Feeling the rain on my skin perked me up a bit, and I opened my eyes fully. We had just reached the top when Frederick let go. The extra weight surprised Annabeth, and we both fell down. I looked back at Frederick, and he looks like a mine trapped in an invisible box. He had his hands in front of him, pushing on thin air. It looked like some sort of force field was holding him back. Weird, I and Annabeth had gotten through just fine.

"Only demigods are aloud inside camp, my dad can't go any farther." Annabeth explained as she hoisted me up.

I put an arm around her shoulder and looked around. We were standing on a hill beside a big pine tree. I looked down the hill and saw a big blue and white house. It was dark, but I thought I saw some Greek looking buildings in the distance.

I took a deep breath and nodded to Annabeth. We set of down the hill. It was slow, and we slipped and fell on the slick grass several times.

Finally, we made it to the house. I climbed up the front steps and held onto the railing for support. Annabeth ran inside and I staggered after her. She must have run into a different room, because I couldn't see her anywhere. I was so tired; all I wanted was to lie down. I moved towards the couch, but stumbled and fell on the way there. I saw Annabeth running back into the room, followed by a man in a wheelchair. Then I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

I woke up on the couch I was headed to before I fell. Annabeth was sitting on the couch beside me. My hand was in hers and she was looking down at the table. She was saying something, but I didn't see anyone she could be talking to. She turned her head back to me and is but my eyes quickly, hoping to hear what she was saying.

"Percy, you idiot. Why'd you have to save me?" She said, sighing. "You're such a Seaweed Brain."

She brushed the hair out of my eyes.

"You know, I never did get to thank you."

And then she did something I really didn't expect. She kissed me. It was only on the cheek, but it surprised me anyway, and my eyes flew open. She had her eyes closed, and was just pulling away when she opened them.

"Oh my goddess!" She shouted as she almost fell off the couch. Her cheeks were burning bright red. "Percy, you're awake." She sounded really embarrassed.

"Mornin' gorgeous." I said flirtatiously, as I sat up and smiled. "If I get woken up like this everyday, I think I'm going to like it here."

I didn't think it was possible, but Annabeth's face turned even more red. I felt a little sorry for her, so I changed the subject.

"So, uh, what's a guy gotta do to get breakfast around here?"

"Well, it's almost lunchtime," she said, "Do you think you'll be ok to walk to the pavilion and eat?"

"Yeah, probably."

"Then get off your butt and let's go." She teased. "But first I want you to meet Chiron."

Chiron was the bearded guy I'd seen in the wheelchair last night, but this time he wasn't in a wheelchair.

"Holy #$% !" I yelled.

Chiron looked the same from the waist up, a middle aged guy with a scraggly beard, but from the waist down he was a white stallion. Annabeth told me he was a centaur. He really freaked me out at first, but when I got to know him, he was actually a really nice guy.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked the horse-man.

"You've been on and off for three days. Talking in your sleep too. Do you remember any of that?"

I shook my head. I heard him mutter under his breath, "I doubt you'd want to."

Annabeth was smiling like she knew something I didn't, but her face was a little red also. I didn't worry about it.

"Three days? Gods, explains why I'm so hungry..."

"Yes three days. This young lady nursed you back to full health." He said, nodding at Annabeth.

I gave her a smile and she shrugged as if it was nothing.

I looked down and saw I was wearing the same clothes as when we were attacked. They really were ripped to shreds, and covered in blood stains.

"Then that thing, all of this, is real?" I asked, sure of myself for the first time.

"Yes, the gods exist, as do many other so called 'mythical' beings." Chiron confirmed.

"So when do I find out who my dad is?"

"My boy, we do not know who your father is. It is for him to decide whether or not to make himself known. Until then you will go about your daily activities at camp. Annabeth, will you take him to the dining pavilion? I will get him a new clothes and some toiletries from the camp store. They will be in the Hermes cabin."

Chiron walked off, well cantered, I guess. I followed Annabeth to the pavilion.

All of the campers were sitting down when Annabeth and I arrived. Most of them were high school age, but I spotted a few younger kids as well. They all wore orange t-shirts like the one Annabeth had on, and with my green shirt, I looked like a tiny leaf in a sea of orange juice. A few campers pointed me out to their friends, and pretty soon they were all whispering. I couldn't tell exactly what they were saying, but I heard the word, 'hell-hound', used quite a bit.

Annabeth took me to a big table at the front of the pavilion and introduced me to a short pudgy man in tiger pattern Hawaiian shirt. He had big watery eyes and hair so black it almost looked purple. He seemed like a harmless fat guy, but I sensed power emanating from him.

"This is Dionysus, the god of wine. You can call him Mr. D, he's the camp director." Annabeth explained.

"Hey, Mr. D, I'm Percy Jackson."

"Perry Jetson. I suppose I have to welcome you to camp, so welcome to camp. Now go away. And that's, 'I'm Patrick Johnston, sir', to you." He waved at a boy with goat legs, and he brought the wine god some grapes.

"It's, Percy Jackson... sir."

"Yeah, yeah. Campers! We have a new addition to camp this is Peter Johanson. Now go away."

"It's Percy Jackson, sir." I told him again, getting angry.

"What is it you kids say nowadays? 'Whatever'? Ya that's it. So whatever, I don't really care. Now leave me alone before I put you on kitchen duty for the rest of the summer."

Annabeth pulled me away before I could punch him in the face.

"Well he seemed like a nice guy." I said sarcastically as we walked away.

"Don't worry; he's like that to everyone." She told me as we walked over to a crowded table.

"This is the Hermes cabin. All new arrivals stay here until they're claimed, because Hermes is the god of travelers. When your dad claims you, you'll be put into another cabin. Unless its Hermes, then you'll stay where you are. This is Travis and Connor Stoll. They're the head counsellors of Hermes cabin."

They both grinned at me like they were planning to steal my wallet.

"Isn't Hermes the god of thieves too?" I asked.

Travis and Connor nodded.

"Well that's kind of funny. You know, 'cause your dad is the god of thieves, and your last name is Stoll."

They both stared at me blankly.

"Oh come on. Stoll. Stole. Like you stole something, 'cause your dad is the god of thieves, and your last name is Stoll. No nothing? Nothing at all? Whatever."

I turned to Annabeth. "You got that right? I mean come on, that's funny! Right?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes at me. "Sure Percy, it was hilarious. I've got to go sit with y cabin now, I'll see you later."

"Why can't I go sit with you?"

"Your not allowed, camp rules."

"Following rules has never really been my strong suit."

"Ha-ha, I like this guy!" Travis said as he clapped me on the back. "We'll take care of him Annabeth, go eat." He pushed the little boy beside him further down the table. "Move over George. There, have a seat Percy."

I sat down beside Travis and grabbed a piece of pizza.

"So what's up with you and Annabeth? She your girlfriend?"

I choked on my pizza.

"What? No! I mean, no, we're just friends." she doesn't think of me like that. And I don't think of her like that either. Right?

Travis looked at his brother and they both smiled shook their heads.

I went back to my pizza. I looked over at the Athena table and saw Annabeth talking to a boy her age. He looked a lot like her. Now that I thought about it, everyone at that table did. They all had the same athletic build, the blonde hair and grey eyes. The boy she was talking to caught me looking and stared at me with his grey eyes. I smiled nervously and waved. He gave me a strange look, then waved back half-heartedly. I turned around and nudged Travis.

"How lone does it normally take kids to get claimed?"

"If your lucky? Not too long. Could happen sometime tonight. If your not lucky? Maybe never. Some kids stay in the Hermes cabin forever, never finding out who their parent is."

I looked around the table at the many kids. A few looked like Travis and Connor, with mischievous smiles and a glint in their eye. But the rest looked completely out of place. They looked sad too, as if they thought their parents didn't care about them. I hope I'm claimed soon, I thought to myself.

I finished eating and talked to a few more kids at the table. I found out we were playing capture the flag tonight. The Hermes cabin was on the blue team, along with Athena, and Demeter. The red team was led by Ares, and had Hephaestus, Apollo, and Dionysus with them was well. I asked what team the Aphrodite kids were on, but they told me they didn't play capture the flag. They could break a nail. Connor asked if I had a weapon to use, and I told him I had a sword, but wondered what kind of capture the flag required weapons.

After dinner I went back to the Hermes cabin and found my stuff on the floor with a bedroll. I threw on a new shirt, orange like everyone else's, and went to find Annabeth.

I found her walking out of her cabin and jogged to catch up.

"Hey, I hear I get to be on your team for capture the flag tonight."

"Oh, hey Percy. Yeah, we have smaller team, and even though Athena's cabin has the best strategists here, it going to be tough. Every extra soldier helps."

"Wait, soldier? I thought we were playing capture the flag? And why did Connor ask me if I had a weapon?"

"If you don't have a weapon, you'll probably get killed Percy. We play capture the flag with real weapons. It helps us train for fighting monsters in the real world." Annabeth explained.

That still sounded a little strange to me. What if someone got hurt? I guess they did this all the time though, 'cause everyone else seemed fine with it. Annabeth led me to an old looking shed and walked inside. The walls were covered in armour and shields, and in the center of the room was a table covered in helmets.

"Your going to need armour and a shield. Your sword should be fine. Let see..."

Annabeth took several chest plates down and strapped them on me. They all felt too big, and I couldn't move right in any of them. Annabeth grabbed one sitting in the corner and covered in dust, and soot.

"Flame-resistant. Nice." She said and strapped it on me.

This one fit nicely, and I could move around well in it. Annabeth gave me a round shield. They all looked the same, so I guess I could t find a better feeling one. She picked up a helmet with a blue plume on it, and stuck it on my head.

"All ready. Let's get going. Don't want you to be late."

Annabeth put on her own armour quickly, like she did it everyday, and the thing was, she probably did. We walked away from the cabins and into the deep, dark forest.

Oooooh, capture the flag. What's going to happen? Read on to find out!

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