The host club came out of the room, their eyes wide in shock and suprise.

Haruhi stuttered. "I-i-it's true then. Y-you're the real Chiron..."

Chiron chuckled. "Yes, I am. I try to use my human form in front of new campers. But, yes, I am Chiron, son of Kronos."

Hunny turned to me with admiration in his eyes. "Wow! Per-chan, Anna-chan, you guys really killed really killed Kronos!"

After both of us nodding, and me getting over my new pet name from Hunny, which I'm sure Clarisse would LOVE, I turned to Chiron, and said in a hushed voice, "That's all in the orientation film?"

He only chuckled.

"Well, Percy, Annabeth, Grover, I think these can make themselves at home at the Cabin #13. They'll be living there until they become claimed."

The three of us bowed politely, and said, "Yes, Chiron."

"Come on, guys!" Annabeth called to the host club. "We don't have all day!"

They quickly followed us to the outside, where we showed them around camp as we walked. Haruhi took interest in the Artemis cabin, for some reason.

"That's the Athena cabin, where I live," Annabeth told them, pointing to the cabin.

I pointed to the cabin across from it, "This is the Poseidon cabin. I live there."

Haruhi looked quite interested in the Athena cabin as well, and the rest of the hosters were looking in amazement at the Poseidon cabin.

Eventually, we came to an unadorned cabin. It looked just like your regular summer camp cabin. Brown painted walls, mosquito-net bunks, you get the drill.

Annabeth quickly knocked on the door, and a girl's voice sounded. "Come in!"

She opened the door. "Clara, Samuel, Marie, meet your cabinmates. Tamaki, Haruhi, Mori, Hunny, Hikaru and Kaoru. They're going to be here until they get claimed."

There were three kids in there. I was proud at there being so few unclaimed children after the gods' promise.

There was a boy, who I assumed was Samuel, who looked around 9, and another girl, who looked around 18.

The youngest girl, who looked around 3, said something in French. I paid enough attention in French class to know she said, "Where are they from?"

Annabeth said, also in French, "They're from Japan, Marie. Don't worry. You and your brother's cabin will be finished soon!"

I turned to the host club. "This is where demigods live until they're claimed and claimed kids stay until they're cabin is finished building. So many minor gods it makes my brain hurt!"

Annabeth said, "That's Samuel and Marie Moreau, childen of Chaos, from France. That's Clara Wright, daughter of Thalassa, from England."

They nodded.

Marie looked a bit scared at the new people, and she started to cry.

Samuel said something else in French, but she still continued to cry.

Finally, Tamaki started speaking French, and the girl's eyes perked up, and she calmed down.

He turned to me, and explained, "I was raised in France with my mother until I was 14. Japanese was actually my second language!" He chuckled.

Annabeth turned to Samuel, and said something in French. He nodded.

We left, and our last view of the host club was Samuel Moreau instructing them on what to do in French, and Tamaki translating.

"I wonder who their parents are." I said out loud.

She nodded. "You just read my mind."

She turned to me. "Come on, Percy. It's almost time for inspection. And remember, you don't have Tyson cleaning up after you this time. You and Julia could at least make an effort."

I rolled my eyes. Julia Wilson was my incredibly annoying half-sister. She was my age. Her mother, Agnes Wilson, was a famous movie star, so OF COURSE she expected to be treated like some sort of millionaire. I guess that's because she was one. She reminded me of kids at Yancy. Kids who (in their eyes) were too rich and important to do anything themselves.

I entered our cabin, where Julia was filing her nails. She saw me, and said, "Perky, what's it this time?"

"Shut up, Julia. We need to clean up for inspection."

She rolled her eyes. She looked around, and said, "Looks clean enough to me."

I looked down at the sword and new shield scattered across the floor. The only orderly stuff was Julia's suitcase full of designer clothes and makeup sent by her mother, and my Minotaur horn.

"Not to me. Come on, help me."

Grudgingly, she stood up, and picked up my shield, and her sword, bow and arrows and shield, and hung them neatly on the wall.

"There. I'm done for the day."

Once a diva, always a diva.

In the end, our cabin got a three and three quarters.

The conch horn sounded.

"Come on, Julia," I said. "Dinner."

(Okay, I can almost see the rants. Poseidon's not supposed to have another kid, blah, blah, blah. But, remember in the last book, where Poseidon said jokingly that he was going to give Percy some siblings, and we never know if he serious or not?)