Another chapter, and in just a few days! i must be in a good mood. Don't expect this to happen to often, but until next time enjoy.

I do not own Percy Jackson

Our Characters

Malcolm: son of Hades

Menelaus (Mel): son of Poseidon

Max: son of Poseidon

Gabe: son of Zeus, brother to Rosemary

Rosemary (Rose): daughter of Zeus, sister to Gabe

Lucas: son of Phosphorus

Marigold (Mari): daughter of Hades

The Three: all unknown parentage, collectively referred to as the Three.

-Jo

-Andrew

-Sam

Supper Time

Sam, Jo and Andrew fell into place behind the rest of their cabin, who shot looks at them, one even muttering, "Gods do they smell." But it could not be helped. All animosity was soon forgotten as the Stolls started moving at the front of the line. A symphony of stomachs heralded the arrival of all the cabins as they filled in the eating area.

When all the cabins were seated at their tables, Chiron stamped his hoof on the ground twice. All talking ceased. "We have some new guests," Chiron boomed, "So make them welcome."

"Only if they agree on being on time from now on!" A camper shouted from the back.

Chiron glanced at the three who had held them up. "Do not harry them about it," He said, "They just got lost in the forest. I know you have done worse to hold up dinner Clarence," he added, glaring at the boy who had spoken. Snickers ran through the camp as he blushed. "And now," the centaur continued, "Let's eat!"

A roar went up as campers scrambled for their tables. The normally nearly vacant Big Three tables were less so tonight. Percy and Mel sat at the Poseidon table, their hair sticking up. At the Zeus table Rose and Thalia talked and Gabe brooded at the end of the table, away from his siblings. The Hades table was still vacant, Malcolm having elected to eat in the infirmary.

After they had given their sacrifice to the gods, Annabeth slipped as per custom to the Poseidon table. "What happened to you two?" She asked, looking at their hair.

"Pillow fight," Percy said between mouthfuls. The two looked as if they were trying to have a eating contest the way they were wolfing down their food.

Annabeth snorted and rolled her eyes. "Boys," She muttered, then started in on her food, though not as fast.

When Mel was done with his mac and cheese, he looked at his empty plate with remorse. Percy saw his forlorn look as he was tucking into a salad with blue dressing. "What, don't want more?" He asked.

Mel looked skeptically at his older brother. "Is there more?"

Percy nodded as he crunched on burrito. "Just say what you wan't at the plate, and it will appear. Same with the glasses."

"I thought it just came to you at the beginning of meals." Max said, "Plus none of the other tables are having seconds."

Percy waited until he had finished slurping down a bowl of captain crunch to reply. "I have a special deal with Chiron," he explained, "He said that because of my Achilles curse, I need more food, so I can have whatever I want at this table."

Mel looked at him with distrust, but when he muttered, "Hot Pocket," at his plate, there it was. His eyes widened to the size of his plate and he dove in head first.

Annabeth just looked on with disgust as her boyfriend ate his sixth course in five minutes. "Swimmers," she muttered. But she was not innocent as she ate another course herself.

Over at the Hermes table, the Three were boisterously exclaiming how they had defeated a mountain lion. The entire table laughed as Andrew and Jo played out the scene on the table. Plates lay cracked around their feet, and a fork was stuck in the sole of Andrew shoe. "So I picked up a rock like this," Andrew yelled over the din as he picked up a mug, "And smote the creature on the head." Jo pretended to take the blow and fell in slow motion onto the table. "Then Percy ran into the clearing and saw what we had done. He was like, 'Wow, I know I could not have done that!'"

Sam nodded from the bench and added, "He asked us to personally train with him because we were so good."

The Hermes campers roared with laughter at that statement to the perplexity of the Three. At their looks, Connor stood up and yelled to Percy, "Hey Perce, these three young whippersnappers thought that they had the stuff to train with you!"

Percy grinned wolfishly as he held two thumbs up. "We start at daylight tomorrow morning," he yelled back as he dove back into his food.

The Three's faces grew paler when Travis said, "good luck, Percy is the best swordsman we have had in over three hundred years. He even beat two titans!"

As the talking dwindled and the columns were bathed in the light of the sinking sun, Chiron pounded his hoof on the floor of the eating area again. When all was silent, he announced, "A reminder too all campers, there will be capture the flag on sunday night." A roar ran through the area before silence was restored through muttered hushes. Chiron continued, "The teams holding the flags are Ares and Hermes."

"Great," Percy muttered rubbing his hands together, "Just like the first time.

"I will remind you that each of the Big Three demigods must come in ten minutes late and if Percy is touched physically, he is out. Any questions?" No one raised their hands. "Good. Now, off you go for songs!"

The eating area erupted as campers flooded out. The Amphitheater inhabited by only shadows when they arrived, but was soon roaring with life as the campfire went up in multicolored flames. They settled down into at five feet high, but still changed colors. Percy bent down to his brother and whispered, "This is where we come and sing at night. You may not know any of the songs now, but you will catch on fast."

At the bottom of the Amphitheater the Apollo cabin was tuning their strings, but they still sounded great. Will grabbed a mike and boomed, "One two, One two. What did you say, your ears are bleeding? I could not hear you."

"Thats because you have been at and in too many concerts!" A camper yelled, but Will's guitar was to loud and the camper gave up.

Twelve songs latter, the fire and the Apollo kids were winding down. Mel stifled a yawn, and Percy was asleep on Annabeth's shoulder. The Zeus children were still singing much to loud along with the Three. Sam was with them jamming when she saw the light change around her. The fire was a dull green, but the people around here were bathed in blue. Puzzled, she looked up to see a trident glowing blue above her head. She poked Thalia. "Is this normal?"

Thalia looked at her, then her head. Then at Percy, who was drooling on his girl. By now most of the rest of the camp had noticed, and they all were pointing at her. Annabeth saw and pushed Percy. He fell and woke up. Looking up, he saw the hologram floating over Sam. A hush had settled over the camp, and he used it to his advantage. He murmured something under his breath, then announced, "All hail, Sam..." He frowned. "I never got your last name. What was it again?"

"Silversmith," She squeaked.

Percy started over. "All hail, Sam Silversmith, daughter of Poseidon!"

Sam fainted.

When Sam woke back up, she was still in the Amphitheater. Campers crowded around her, but Percy loomed over the rest of them. "Giver her room," he said, and the crowd reluctantly parted. Percy offered a hand, and Sam took it. He lifted her to her feet with little difficulty. "Welcome to the family," he said smiling. "How about we explain the situation better at out cabin."

Sam nodded, then glanced at her friends. They looked just as flabbergasted as her, but Jo reached out a hand to touch her arm and mouthed 'we will see you tomorrow at breakfast.' Sam nodded and walked away with her new brother.

Percy went back to where Annabeth and Mel were sitting. Mel was fast asleep on the bench, so Percy just picked him up like a stuffed doll. He gave Annabeth a quick peck on the cheek, then led Sam out of the Amphitheater into the welcoming silence of night.

They walked back to the cabin with only the sounds of the water on the beach and the crickets chirping to comfort them. When they got to the cabin, Percy laid their brother on a bunk and motioned for her to take one of the unoccupied ones. "I will be back with your things in a second," he said, and then he left.

Sam looked around, trying to ignore the smell of old cloths and saltwater. The plants on the windowsills gave off a florescent light in the dim of the room, painting pictures on the wall. A saltwater spring sat on the other end of the room, and cracks ran through in precise lines.

A moment latter, just like he had promised, Percy returned with the few things Sam had in the Hermes cabin. He set them down on the bed Sam was occupying and rolled into his own bed. "So," He said, staring at the darker version of her own eyes, "You have been claimed by Poseidon. Congrats."

Sam fidgeted with her pants. She could never sit still, especially not now. "Is that supposed to be sarcastic?" She snapped.

Percy relented, hands in the air. "No, just a friendly greeting. I knew I had a sister, and truth be told I was hoping it was you."

Sam looked at him suspicion. "Really?" She asked.

"Really" he replied.

"Why?"

"Because in my mind, you would be an awesome sister." He said nonchalantly.

Sam was struck that he would think that she would be an awesome sister, but it also reminded her of her other half-brother. He had said the same thing when she had asked him why he did not hate her.

"Now get to sleep," Percy said yawning, "We start all the real training early. You wanted to be training buddies, remember?"

Sam went to bed deciding that Percy could be an awesome brother too.