AN: Sorry, updating might be slow for a while. I have to juggle school/college/job, robotics club/hobby, and anything by Rooster-teeth. I'm putting the slashes so you don't get a clue for how old I am. You'll just have to pick if you think I'm in per-college, college, job, or anything else.

Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan, I only own the OC's I made, which are free to copy off of.

Chapter Seven- Martin Blake

Dex's POV

I woke up the next morning, and felt something different then usually beneath my head. Harder then a pillow, but softer then a rock. Then I remembered. Someone rescued me from my aunt and uncle, told me Dad was a god, then shot fire. And I fell asleep on him.

I sat up and saw him, still, cross legged, still with his hood up, but it looked like his eyes were closed. Curiosity got the best of me as I tried to pull the hood down, but a hand shot up and grabbed my wrist. His eyes opened.

"Sorry, but I can't let you see my face. Right now, a few people are annoyed with me, and the only reason they can't find me is they don't know what I look like." he said apologetically, "I'll show you when they aren't angry anymore."

"Why are they angry?"

"I'm rescuing people like you, but they don't like that they don't know who I am. Seriously, the gods can't just be happy that I'm saving there children?"

"Wait. The gods are angry with you? How are you alive? I thought gods were like, all-powerful and stuff."

"Yes, they are angry, and there a lot less powerful then they'd like you to think. If you avoid them, they can't do much. Your father is one of the most powerful, and one of the few gods I respect."

"So where do I go? I don't have a family."

"Yes, you do have a family. There's a place for people like you, called Camp Half-Blood. If you go there, you'll be safe and have a new family." he said.

"Can't you just be my family?" I whined.

"Yes, I will. But you should have other friends too. Another child of Hades I've seen just wanders around, pointlessly. I'll ask him to meet you at camp. Will you go?"

"Yeah. I'll see you again, right?"

"Yes. I take my family very seriously. I won't accompany you into camp, but when you get there, you'll be put into a cabin called Hermes Cabin. Ask for Martin Blake. He's another part of my family, someone I took there a few years ago. Tell him your story, and say "Richard of York gave battle in vain." He'll understand."

"Why Hermes?"

"His cabin is where all new arrivals go. Since hes the god of travelers, everyone is welcome."

"When do we leave?"

"After breakfast. What do you want? Whats your favorite breakfast food?"

"Waffles."

"Come with me." He walked over to an apartment building, "Stay here."

Then he left, and I felt alone.

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Mystery Man's POV

I walked in the side door and went over to their kitchen, convincing everybody I worked there with the Mist. I quickly made my own kind of waffles, not the standard Bisquick ones or instant waffles, and walked out again.

"Here you go." I said as I handed them over.

"How did you make them so quickly? You were only gone for like, two minutes!" He exclaimed, and I saw the relief on his face. About what? He must be afraid of not having a family or being alone, probably the former, as his whole family died.

"Amazing what you can do if people think you work there. These are my own specialty waffles, a lot better then normal waffles, and quicker to make to."

After he poured syrup over them, he bit into one. Then his face lit up with joy.

"These are amazing! How did you make them?"

"I told you, it's my own recipe." I said as he devoured them. He must have been starving! I took my hip flask out, and gulped a little down, and hoped Dexter wouldn't notice.

"Do you drink?" he asked. Damn it. He had noticed.

"No, this stuff is like a replacement for a meal. It tastes horrible, but it's a lot faster then eating, and gives you more energy."

"Can I try it?"

"No. If you do, you'll just throw up. It took me a month just to not wretch it up as soon as I drank it, and it still tastes like melted rubber with cat pee all over it. And the smell is just as bad."

"Please? With a cherry on top?"

"Fine. First smell it, then see if you want to drink." I replied, holding out the flask. He took it, opened the top, and sniffed it.

"Blah!" he gasped, and started retching, "That was horrible! And you drink it?"

"Yep."

"You have like, an iron stomach or something." he said in amazement.

"Indeed I do. Try poking it." I suggested. He did, and his finger bounced right off.

"Ow! Your stomach is really made of iron?" he asked, surprised.

"No. I'm just really strong." I laughed.

"Oh." he said, sounding disappointed.

"Now are you ready to go?"

"Fine."

"Don't panic. This might be . . . . dizzying." I said. I summoned water and fire around me, then we were about half a mile from Camp Half-Blood.

"What was that?"

"I teleported."

"I can see that!" Dexter said, "But how?"

"You saw I have water and fire mastery, right? Well, using them together, I can teleport anywhere that either has moisture or heat, so basically everywhere." I explained, "Now what I'm about to tell you, you can't repeat anywhere, out loud, or on paper."

I leaned in close and whispered the information into his ear, then took out a silver drachma.

"This is the coin. If anybody asks you if you have it, just nod. I need you to also swear you won't tell anybody about my powers. Just say, I swear on the River Styx not to _."

"I swear on the River Styx not to tell anybody about your powers unless it's no longer a secret, or I'm given your permission."

"Good," I said, "I walk with you until were just out of sight of the camp, then you just head up the hill towards the tree."

"Piggy-back ride?"

"Fine." I said, and bent my back while he climbed aboard.

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I walked on for another three-eighths of a mile, then saw Half-Blood Hill a ways off.

"There you go. Just walk towards that hill. Remember the coin." I said, pointing.

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Dexter's POV

I looked behind me, and saw my new brother waving my on.

"Don't worry. You'll see me again. I promise. Remember Martin!" He said. He was like a parent, older brother, and a close friend, all rolled into one. All this time, and I forgot to ask his name. Whatever.

I headed towards the hill, sad that he couldn't come with me when I noticed something. Many somethings. First was that there was a gold rug or something draped on the tree my brother pointed out earlier. Second was that it looked like a pile of snakes were wrapped around the tree. That all connected to one body.

No way. A dragon? Awesome. I crossed the street and ran up the hill, only then noticing that there was someone at the top. In armor.

"Who are you?" he/she called roughly.

"I'm Dexter!" I yelled back, "The dude with golden eyes sent me here!"

"OK!" he/she said, when I got to the top of the hill, he/she said "Follow me."

I was fairly confidant that he/she was a she at this point, and I followed her to a two story wooden house that was white with baby blue trim.

"In." she ordered, and led me to a room with a projector at one end and a screen at the other.

"Sit back and watch the video." She said, motioning to the chair at the center of the room.

The video was long, but cool. At the camp were apparently Pegasi, a lava rock wall, a chariot track, and a huge forest to play CTF in. Then it got to the gods. They were . . . not as cool. First, Hera makes Heracles insane enough to murder his own family, then Heracles had to do the labors, even though Hera made him insane. Aphrodite caused the Trojan War, and the gods just sat back and watched the show. The only one who did something useful was Artemis, tracking down and killing monsters. Really cool.

Then it was over, and the girl came back in, along with a guy in a wheelchair, and someone who looked suspiciously like Dionysus in the video.

"Ah, it appears Clarisse has already shown you the video. What do you think about the camp?" the wheelchair-guy said.

"It sounds pretty darn cool." I replied, "I'm guessing that's Dionysus. But who are you?"

"I am Chiron, young hero." He said, "What is your name?"

"Oh, I'm Dexter, call me Dex. Wait, your the Chiron. Like the centaur who trained Achilles Chiron? That is sweet."

"Ha! Yes, I trained Achilles. He was a fine young man, eager to learn."

"Well, Dex, you said that the golden-eyed man brought you here. Is that correct?" Dionysus asked.

"Yes, he did."

"Did you see anything about him?"

"Mr. D, don't start interrogating him now. The punk just got here." the girl, Clarisse, said.

"Fine." Mr. D replied, "I'll wait. But Zeus is becoming. . . irritated at him."

"Clarisse, give him the tour, and introduce cabin eleven to him." Chiron ordered, "He'll stay there until he gets claimed."

"Yes, Chiron. Come with me, punk."

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Dexter's POV

Clarisse walked out of the Big House, and started heading towards the cluster of buildings in the field. They looked very. . . . outlandish, with walls ranging from stone to wood to dirt, and in one case, it looked like clouds. But the coolest looking one was solidly black, with torches burning green fire at the front.

"Dex, have you seen anyone with sea-green eyes and black hair anywhere? He'd look about twenty now."

"No."

"Whatever. Worth a try. These are the cabins, punk. Right over there is where we'll end the tour." She pointed to a wood cabin with brown paint and a caduceus symbol on the side, "Each cabin represents a god or goddess."

"Why are the three over there empty?" I asked pointing to the cool cabin, a long cabin with low green walls, and a cabin decorated with lighting bolts. Of all of the cabins, these were still and silent.

"Those are the "Big Three" cabins. Zeus has the lightning bolts, Poseidon has the blue one, and Hades has the one with the torches. They weren't always empty. The daughter of Zeus, Thalia left to join the Hunters of Artemis. Nico, the only current son of Hades, mainly wanders around. And Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, went missing years ago. He hasn't come back." I heard the respect her voice had for Percy.

"Is Percy the one you mentioned earlier, with the green eyes and black hair?" I asked.

"Yeah, punk. You heard about the last Titan war in the video, right? Percy is the one who, with help from Annabeth," she sneered when she said Annabeth, "Killed Kronos, and won the war. If not for him, we'd all be dead. So be thankful, punk."

"Wouldn't he be dead by now? With all the monsters?"

"Well, the gods said he was dead, but we thought he was dead before, and then he showed up at his own funeral." she laughed, "You should've seen Annabeth's face. That was about five years ago now. Right here is the rock wall."

She stopped right in front of the wall I saw in the video, with shifting rocks, avalanches, and waterfalls of lava.

"Isn't it dangerous?"

"Not really. If they fall off or get hit by lava, it's painful, but they'll heal. Kind of motivates you to dodge. You can climb to the top if you focus on dodging, not rushing up."

"Um, ok."

"Now it's time to show you the stables." She led me to a long row of open-air stables with winged horses inside of them.

"These are our Pegasi. Their like horses, but are stronger, faster, have more endurance. . ."

"It looks like they also have wings." I pointed out.

"Brilliant, Holmes. Pretty soon, you'll also see some of them are even different colors." she said sarcastically.

"Just sayin'."

"Off in that direction are the woods. If we go in today, you'll probably get eaten by something, and I really don't want to have to defend you."

"So what now?"

"Now we head to you temporary cabin, eleven."

I followed her back to the cabin with the caduceus, and she opened the door.

"Hermes cabin, welcome the new punk," She started, then looked at me, "What's your name?"

"Dexter, call me Dex."

"The new punk Dex." She finished.

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Dexter's POV

"Hey, Dex" said a blond-haired guy with what looked like a twin next to him, "I'm Travis Stoll, and this is my brother, Connor."

"Wait, Stoll? Like you stole something? That's funny coming from the god of thieves." I replied.

"Yes, Stoll, we do steal stuff, and it's always good to have new campers." replied Connor, "All part of the fun of being the Hermes Cabin."

"Right now, any bunk that doesn't have anything around it is open." Travis added.

"So come in and make yourself at home. Not you Clarisse." said Connor, like the twins were finishing each other's thoughts. "You remember the last time we pranked you."

"Hmm, I also remember a certain pair of Hermes punks running away and screaming like little girls." she replied.

I went to the nearest open bunk, which was about three-fourths of the way down, and sat down.

"Hey," I said, turning to a camper next to me, "You know who a guy called Martin Blake is?"

"You asked?" I looked around me and saw a tall teenager about sixteen or seventeen years old walk over, "You new?"

"Yeah, and a brother of mine told me to ask for you." I replied.

"Ah, that brother. Did he tell you something to say to me?" He came up and sat next to me.

"Yeah."

"Whisper it in my ear. No one else should hear."

"Richard of York gave battle in vain." I whispered, and he stiffened beside me.

"Hm. You are very powerful. What's your name?"

"Dexter, Dexter Vex."

"Well, our brother thinks you're a son of the big three. Can you guess who?"

"Well, he said Hades. Do you know his name? I never asked."

"No one knows. For some odd reason, we all forget to ask, and we all call him brother. He has a way of instilling. . . loyalty."

"So you're a part of our family too?" I asked, hopeful.

"Yeah kid, I am, along with about twelve others now." replied Martin, chuckling.

"Can you introduce me?" I asked, still hopeful.

" 'Course I am, Dex. You can't just have bros and sises you don't meet. First one's actually the guy you were just talking to, Vincent."

"Hey, Vincent!" He called and the guy with black hair and blue eyes came back, "This is Dex, our new brother."

"You have the coin?" Vincent asked, "You know what to do?"

I nodded, just like he told me to.

"Good! Welcome to the family." exclaimed Martin, and bear-hugged me. Then, when he stepped back, Vincent did the same.

"Glad to have you with us." Vincent said, and patted me on the back, "You will have fun here. He never lied about anything to anyone so far."

AN: This was kind of a filler to introduce Martin, and talk about the coin. He will always be the Mystery Man. He'll get a name next chapter. Also, should I have Frank play a real part here, or no?

Reviews are always welcome. I'm writing this for you guys/girls/trans/whatever. If you have a complaint, just say what you want fixed, or if you have names for OC characters.