To all those who follow this story, I'm so sorry the updates take so long! I have quite big plans for this story to go on until after the Battle of Hogwarts at the moment so I'm not planning on quitting it anytime soon! I just have a lot going on so I can't write as regularly as I would like to. Here's a long chapter to make up for my dismal negligence.

PLEASE READ: Important Notice

I thought I was finishing a chapter that hadn't yet been uploaded before I realised I was adding on to my previously uploaded chapter (ch6), so please go back and read at least half of the last chapter again (I can't remember where I started adding onto from) otherwise you might be a bit confused about why one of the most important parts (the demigod reveal) is missing :)

I walked away from the orientation video feeling very calm about the whole situation - maybe a little too calm, even for someone who had grown up with knowledge of the wizarding world. I decided to head to the bathroom and clear my mind, watching the cool water fill up the bowl I made with my hands and trickle over the edges, before splashing it over my face. I had just found out that the mother I had been wondering about for my entire life was not only alive, but a Greek goddess, which led onto another thing... gods and goddesses were real... and I was the daughter of one. Not only that, but less than twenty four hours ago I escaped into the real world for the first time in my life. Now I was going to be living in New York with possibly a whole new bunch of brothers and sisters. I guess it just hadn't really sunk in yet. I held onto the rim of the sink and properly looked at myself in the mirror, trying to match my face to the title of 'Demigod'. I had inherited my dad's thick wavy locks. Black hair which reached down to my belly button encompassed my faintly olive skinned face, which I supposed I had taken from my mother. I also possessed the traditional Black eyes, which, contrary to their title, were actually grey.

Annabeth peeked her head around the corner, explaining that she, Luke and Selena had decided for her to show me around. With both of us being at the younger end of the scale, she could introduce me to the friends that were our age. And so we began the tour.

She first showed me the cabin I would be staying in - number 11, and explained that it was where all demigods went until we were claimed, as well as the kids of Hermes. It looked very run down, with splinters threatening to stab anybody stupid enough to rest against the rickety walls. I stood in the doorway, taking in the crowded scene. A number of beds lined the walls and sleeping bags formed the floor. Luke glanced up and saw us , beckoning us a couple of steps further in. A loud wolf whistle later and all heads had turned towards us. I shifted uncomfortably with the sudden attention. 'Everybody, this is Elektra...-' '-Black' I supplied. He continued. 'Elektra Black, this is everybody. I'm Cabin 11's head counselor, so free to come to me if you have any troubles. Elektra is one of the younger campers here, so please make her feel extra welcome.'

'Regular or Undetermined?' came a voice from the back of the cabin. Luke was spared answering, however, when another voice said 'What do you think, dunderhead? Does she look anything like us?'

A collective groan came from the cabin as they all came to the same conclusion. After looking more closely I realised that the kid who had just spoken sported the same turned up nose, mischievous smile and elfish ears as just under half the demigods in the Hermes Hut. I shared none of those features, which wasn't surprising since my godly parent was most definitely my mother. 'What do regular and undetermined mean?' I asked Annabeth.

'It's a way of asking whether you have been claimed by your parent... yet... or not. For them, regular would be someone claimed by Hermes. Undetermined means you will be staying in their cabin until or if you get claimed, or if your parent is a minor god or goddess. The phrase came into use a number of years ago, way before I came, as a shorthand way to ask a major question; I mean they could be getting a new sibling. I guess it also holds a sense of mystery behind the meaning if you're new here... Come on, I'll take you around the cabins and introduce you to everybody.'

I met Selena's siblings, of which Selena was definitely my favourite (all the rest seemed much more interested in their reflections than making conversation), the Ares cabin (they reminded me of bulls - aggressive, stinky, brutal bulls; even their new addition, Clarisse La Rue (a girl our age who arrived at camp a month or so ago) had a name over 1000 times more delicate than herself). The Hephaestus cabin accommodated seven friendly teenagers with biceps bigger than a truck and hands as rough as sandpaper, a seventeen year old boy named Chuck Harper as head counselor. Demeter had six kids at Camp Half-Blood, split evenly between boys and girls. Fast blooming flowers and vines adorned the cabin entrance as they chatted to Annabeth and I about the booming strawberry business. The Apollo cabin was definitely my favourite so far. Twenty blonde haired, blue eyed teens were bustling around the bright cabin, many booming out clashing music from many different speakers, or practicing playing their own. Others hummed to themselves and they emptied and refilled first aid kits, read poetry books, or jotted down creative writing of their own. Annabeth summoned over two kids about our age, a boy and a girl named Sam Hargreaves and Daisy Ritcombe. 'I know I'm definitely not a sister of yours,' I said to them 'but please feel free to invite me into your cabin anytime! It looks amazing!' With a promise to try to sneak me in, Annabeth and I made our way to the last inhabited cabin - Number 6. Around ten athletic looking boys and girls, all with the same honey coloured hair sat scattered around the cabin, their intense grey eyes fixed on the task they were working on. In one corner, three of Annabeth's siblings huddled around what seemed to be a blueprint titled 'Athena's Abominable Armour', muttering about the possibility of adding extra contraptions to the mechanical suit and getting the Hephaestus cabin to 'bash this baby together in that forge of theirs'. Elsewhere, the Athena kids were reading books, solving maths problems, polishing armour or eyeing up a map of the 'CHB Woods', scribbled all over with an array of arrows, dotted lines and circles. To hold it in place on the wall, a pin was delicately stuck in one corner, and a knife was rammed in the other up to its hilt. However, this was the only wall decor. The interior design seemed to be clean and clear; white walls and white desks, some with perfectly aligned pencil pots and notepads, others littered with scrunched up paper, pencil shavings and no desk space due to all the sheets laid out for viewing and comparing.

Annabeth knocked a rhythm on the doorframe and all her siblings stopped what they were doing immediately and turned to face the door. 'Guys, this is Elektra Black. She's a new camper so I'm giving her a tour. Elektra, meet my siblings.' She went around the room, introducing each person in turn as she had with the other demigods. Their relation to one another was obvious with their matching honey blond mop upon their heads and intent silver irises.

'What's wrong?' asked one of the girls reading my troubled expression (Mackenzie Waters her name was, fifteen years old, at camp for just over a year if I remembered correctly). I guessed that if anyone could help me it would be the Athena cabin, and I didn't have any reason not to trust them.

'Its only I've been to each cabin here at camp and the kids of each god or goddess look pretty similar. There's the Hermes upturned nose, pixie ears and mischievous smile, the Apollo blond hair and blue eyes, the Ares body builders, the Athena blond hair-grey eyes, the Hephaestus strong hands and broad shoulders... the thing is I don't look like any of those things. What if I'm not meant to be here. What if there was some misunderstanding and Alecto abducted the wrong kid, or they mistook what I can do for demigod powers, or-'

'What do you mean, what you can do' butted in a boy who had been lying on his back reading a history book (Draco Macmillan, eleven years old, I remembered).

Great, I thought. Less than 24 hours in the real world and I've almost broken the statue of secrecy twice. These are the wisdom goddess' children, I reminded myself. You have to be extra careful around them.

'Nothing... it's just, well, weird things happen around me I guess' Draco let the case rest, although he still looked at me suspiciously. 'I'm particularly good with animals... any nature goddesses I could be related to?'

''Fraid not, kid,' Piped in Malcolm Greers, a boy who looked around Draco's age. 'Pan is the only nature guru we know about, but he doesn't have demigod children, he produces Satyrs and other nature creatures. He's also been missing for 2000 years. He's probably faded by now, but the Satyrs haven't given up hope. They still send out searchers to look for him. Getting your searcher's license is suicide though. No one's come back from that mission'.

So with that I quickly dismissed the idea of being a daughter of Pan.

Annabeth placed her hand on my shoulder. 'There are, of course, Gods and Goddesses who decide not to hone a particular image. Think about it; if you were an immortal deity who could change your appearance at will, would you choose to look the same for all eternity or try out lots of different looks? This means that their children hardly ever look the same, they just share similar powers or personalities'.

'These tend to be the minor deities' continued Draco. 'Nike, Goddess of Victory, Iris, Messenger Goddess and Goddess of the Rainbow, Asclepius, the God of Medicine and Healing... Hecate, Goddess of Magic and the Mist'.

The latter caught my attention and my I came to attention so quickly I was sure I had cricked my neck. Draco seemed to be watching me intently and a flicker of a smirk seemed to play across his lips, although it came and went so quickly I could have been dreaming.

'There's a goddess of magic?' I repeated.

A new girl, perhaps sixteen years old, appeared at the library door, carrying a stack of five dusty hardback books. 'Yes. And the Mist - that's Mist with a capital 'M'. It's the veil that prevents mortals from seeing things from our world, like monsters and special abilities people may have. She has one son here at camp, Alabaster Torrington. He stays in the Hermes cabin as all the kids of minor gods and goddesses do... He's pretty good friends with Luke actually. He's seventeen so he won't be here much longer though. I'm Mia Dawlish by the way. Nice to meet you.' and with that she crossed over into the Athena Cabin's workshop and closed the door.

'Maybe you're a daughter of Hecate. You could see through the magical barriers that protect the camp pretty easily, right? Maybe that's a sign of your heritage'.

But I couldn't help thinking that that was my father's heritage, not my mother's.