~Warning: This chapter has some explicit catfighting. If you don't like reading about a little bit of blood, then I'd skip to paragraph four. You've been warned.~

~Also, I'd like to apologize for my awful grammar in the last chapter. It won't be terrible anymore, I swear.~

For about half a second, I stared at the woman-no, the monster- holding Leo in a chokehold. She had long, straight, dark brown hair to her knees, sunken black eyes, and pale skin. In her long, white dress, she looked like a banshee. As I ran towards her, she cackled, revealing pointed teeth. Her talons were digging into Leo's neck.

It's a good thing I'm not above catfighting. I thought.

As I approached her, I reached for her crazy-long hair and yanked as hard as I could. She let out an ear-piercing wail. Then she elbowed me and I jumped behind her, hair still in my hands. She turned and clawed at my face with one hand. I pushed her head forward and she missed, but nicked me on the ear. I felt a little bit of blood in my ear, not much though. That gave me an idea. I touched my ear and just above my lip, and rubbed the blood on my fingers into her eyes. In retrospect, that was probably the most undignified and disgusting thing I'd ever done, but it did the trick, she couldn't see a thing.

I leapt forward, grabbed Leo's arm, and ran towards the hill. "Come on! Come ON!" I screamed. I realized I was crying. But, hey, a life-and-death experience could do that to you, right?


I woke up in a soft bed, staring at a girl with short black hair, about chin length. I sat up, groggy. "Where am I?" I yawned.

"The Infirmary." She said. I peered down at my shirt. It was orange, with "Camp Half-Blood" written in black across the front.

"Who changed my shirt?" Oh, my God. I'm so perverted. I thought. My face reddened. "Actually, I don't want to know. Where's the bathroom?" I asked.

"Down the hall, sec-third door on the right." She said.

I trudged through the hallway. Apparently I was in a house. I didn't pay much attention to the details though, as I was half-awake.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. My reddish brown hair had been taken out of its ponytail, and now lay on my shoulders. It went down to about halfway between my shoulder and my elbow normally, but right then it was a rat's nest. I combed it out with my fingers.

I stared at my face. There were four pimples, one on my chin, two on my hairline, and one in the middle of my left cheek. I resisted the urge to pop them. My eyes were a shade of really light blue, almost gray. They were probably the one thing I liked about my face. I hated the freckles splashed across my nose and cheeks. I despised the way that my top lip was thinner than my bottom lip, making my smile look just plain stupid. I detested my short nose. It made me look like Lucy Lou Who from The Grinch. I sighed. And then I looked down at the flat board that was supposed to be my chest. I dropped my head, peering at the sink, practically feeling my self-esteem going down.

I turned on the faucet and splashed my face with cold water. I dried off with a towel, and then went back to the infirmary.

"Hey, sorry, I was like half awake. I didn't really introduce myself. My name's Allie." I said to the girl from before.

"I'm Nora. Short for Elinor." I looked more closely at her. She had brown skin, black eyes, and an hourglass shaped body, I noted with a bit of jealousy. She wore a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt like mine, and knee-length shorts.

"You were pretty bloodied up when you got here." She said. I looked at my wrist and my calf. The wounds were gone. I felt my nose. I thought I'd broken, so it should've been crooked, but it was the same as always. My eyes widened. Nora laughed. "Why did you have chunks of like, really long hair in you hands when you got here?"

"Oh, I uh... had a catfight with a banshee." I smiled.

"A banshee?" She asked. "That's not Greek." Huh. I thought. "So it's just Greek stuff here?" I asked.

"Yeah. My dad's Apollo. I'm surprised you didn't here before, though. How old are you?"

"Fifteen." I replied. "I'm going to be sixteen July 21st."

"Most kids arrive when they're twelve or thirteen. Actually, you're supposed to be claimed already."

"Claimed?"

"By your godly parent. My godly parent is Apollo. Is your mortal parent your dad or your mom?"

"My dad." She looked at me closely. "What?" I asked defensively.

"We'll probably find out later. I've got to take you to orientation."


Orientation was basically a video explaining that the Greek gods still existed and that my dad had hooked up with one of them. I was the result of that. Also, all of the Greek monsters were still alive. That didn't really explain the Karpoi or the Banshee, so I didn't know what to think of that. But as soon as I walked outside of the room where they showed the orientation video, Nora stared at me. Well, above my head, more like. I walked over to a mirror in the hallway. There was a glowing owl floating above my head.

"What the-"

"You're a daughter of Athena." She said.

~Okay. Is there anything I'm doing wrong? Anything that you think that I should fix? ANYTHING. I want to know. Also, if she seems the slightest bit Mary-Sue, let me know. I really, really want to know. Leave a review. Please. And I would like to thank the people who already reviewed. :)~