Hey random humans! Just though I'd let you know- I'm trying to make this as accurate as possible. So I'm changing some people's lines and everything, but I'm trying to stick to the main story line! So here goes nothing! Read on my minions.

Hannah Grace

Lily and I run to the lake. The chariot smashes into the water, and steam rushes through the air.

"Oh, crap," I say, jumping into the water. I look around for the teenagers who were on the chariot. I see the nymphs helping Piper and Leo. I can't find Annabeth or Butch, so I'm guessing they're out of the water. I see Jason far below me, and the nymphs completely ignoring him. He's trying to swim up, but he's obviously not a very experienced swimmer. I swim towards him, and when I wrap my hands around his chest, he freaks out. He needs to calm down! I'm trying to help! I start kicking towards the surface. Come on, water, help me out of here. I feel the water move me up, and we shoot out of the lake onto the beach. Jason coughs up water, and looks at me. I'm dry like usual. A camper brings over a big drying thingy, and Jason is dry in a few seconds.

"Thanks. You saved my life," he says sticking out his hand. I ignore it, and walk to Lily, who's staring in awe.

"Why did you just ignore the hot guy you just saved?"she asks. "I mean, he's lovely."

"Because," I say. "I don't trust him. He knows too much. Or at least he acts like he knows too much."

"So? He's hot."

"You sound like an Aphrodite girl."

"Do not!"

"You always do!" I hear a collective gasp around me, and look towards Leo. I see a strange red light bathe the crowd, and gasp myself. Above Leo's head was a blazing hammer.

"That," Annabeth says, "is claiming."

"What'd I do?" Leo says, backing up towards the lake. "Is my hair on fire?" he shouts, looking above his head. He ducks, but the symbol follows him.

"This can't be good," Butch mutters. "The curse-"

"Butch, shut up," Annabeth and I say in unison.

"Leo, you've just been claimed-" Annabeth begins.

"By a god," Jason finishes. "That's the symbol of Vulcan, isn't it?"

Everyone looks at him in shock and amazement- except me. I look at him suspiciously and Lily elbows me in the stomach. I walk over to Annabeth. "I don't trust him," I whisper only loud enough for her to hear.

"Jason," she says, ignoring me, "how did you know that?"

"I'm not sure," he admits.

"Vulcan?" Leo demands. "I don't even LIKE Star Trek. What are you talking about?" I roll my eyes.

"Vulcan is the Roman name for Hephaestus," Annabeth explains.

"He's the god of blacksmiths and fires," I finish.

The hammer fades, and Leo says, "The god of what? Who?" Idiot.

Annabeth turns to Will and says, "Will, would you take Leo, give him a tour? Introduce him to his bunk-mates in Cabin Nine."

"Sure, Annabeth," he responds.

"What's Cabin Nine?" Leo asks. "And I'm not a Vulcan!" I laugh a little at that.

"Come on, Mr. Spock, I'll explain everything." Will puts a hand on his shoulder and takes him towards the cabins.

Annabeth turns back to Jason, eyeing him suspiciously. She studies him for a while. I step back and let her do her work. I look to Piper. She'd be fairly pretty if she would cut her hair right, not like a two year old. But she's still pretty none the less. She seems spunky, and careful. I like her.

"Hold out your arm," she finally says. Jason holds it out and there's a tattoo upon his forearm. A dozen straight lines, and over that an eagle with the letters SPQR. Where have I heard that before? It sounds familiar.

"I've never seen marks like this," Annabeth says, looking puzzled.

"Where'd you get them?" I ask.

Jason shakes his head. "I'm getting really tired of saying this, but I don't know."

Everyone tries to get a good look at the marks. They seem to bother everyone. But now I'm getting pushed almost literally into Jason, and everyone's talking and screaming.

"Everybody shut up!" I yell. My voice overpowers everyone, and every camper takes a step back. "I don't know what your problems are, but back off!" I feel the need to defend the new campers, because no one defended me. "He is a person like you! How would you like it if someone did this to you?" Everyone goes silent.

"Those looked burned into your skin," Annabeth says, breaking the silence.

"They were," Jason said. Then he winces like he's got a head ache or something. "I mean… I think so. I don't remember."

Once again, everyone goes silent, waiting for Annabeth's decision.

"He needs to go straight to Chiron," Annabeth says. "Would you-"

"Absolutely," Drew says, stepping forward and grabbing Jason's arm. "This way, sweetie. I'll introduce you to our director. He's an… interesting guy." She looks to Piper smugly.

"No, you won't," I say. No one wants to argue with an angry daughter of Poseidon. And Drew knows about that from experience. I don't want to see this guy taken advantage of by Drew- even if I don't like him. Drew looks ready to argue when I pull my ring off my finger. Her eyes widen in fright as Courage springs into full form in my hand. I point the tip at her throat and say, "Want to argue?"

She flees the scene like she's being chased by wild dogs.

"Um… Thanks?" Jason says as I lead him towards the Big House.

"That's what you should be saying," I spit out.

"May I ask your name? I mean, you know mine, but I don't know yours."

"Hannah Grace," I say, putting out my hand. "Daughter of Poseidon." He looks at me questioningly at first, but then takes my hand and moves his up and down. I lead him onward to the Big House when he looks almost scared of it. "This is the Big House. Camp Headquarters." I hear Drew behind me.

"Do you really like that girl?" she pouts. "Oh, please, tell me you are not dating the Dumpster Queen."

"You mean Piper?" he says. "Um…"

She rolls her eyes. "Let me help you decide, sweetie. You can do better. A guy with your looks and obvious talent?"

I decide to let this play out. Drew's staring at a spot over Jason's head, and he notices.

"You're waiting for a sign," he guesses. "Like what popped over Leo's head.

"What? No! Well… yes. I mean, from what I heard, you're pretty powerful, right? You're going to be important at camp, so I figure your parent will claim you right away. And I'd love to see that. I wanna be with you every step of the way! So is your mom or dad the god? Please tell me it's not your mom. I would hate it if you were an Aphrodite kid."

"Why?"

"Then you'd be my half brother, silly! You can't date somebody from you own cabin. Yuck!"

"But aren't all gods related?" Jason asks. I'm silently growing more annoyed with this conversation. "So isn't everybody here your cousin or something?"

"Aren't you cute! Sweetie, the godly side of you family doesn't count except for your parent. So anybody from another cabin, their fair game!"

That's when I get mad.

And when I get mad, it's never a good thing for the person on the other end.

Jason

There's a wild fire in Hannah Grace's eyes as she once again pulls her ring off her finger and it elongates into a bronze sword. She's pretty scary for being only… what is she, twelve? I would hate to make her angry.

"Fair game?" she screams at Drew. Drew looks downright terrified. I don't blame her. "Nothing is fair when you're involved!" She swings her sword inches from Drew's abdomen, and Drew yelps in fright. "Back off! Just because no one in camp is stupid enough to date you doesn't mean the new kids are dumb! You just… have an aura of disgusting! And your perfume doesn't help!" She puts the tip of the sword against Drew's throat. "So, if you value your life, lay OFF!" When she yells off, she pushes Drew to the ground. Drew scrambles to get up and away, and she awkwardly runs back to the cabins.

"Now," Hannah Grace says. "Where were we?"

Thanks for reading this! And I've got one drawing of Hannah Grace (along with my own) that I really like! Thank you Flo241!