Again, being in complete shock, I had my second awkward silence of the day as I didn't know what to say to the horse-man. Luckily, he seemed like he had gone through this situation before, so he continued on.

The horse-man smiled kindly; wrinkles appeared around his eyes as he did so. "My name is Chiron," he said. "I am the activities director here at Camp."

I nodded, still not wanting to speak.

"My name is Apollo," the curly haired boy said. "And yes, I am sure you are in shock upon my presence. Indeed, I am the god Apollo. You know, lord of the sun, music, and archery; that sort of thing."

I had remembered stories about Apollo. But the boy in front of me definitely didn't seem god-like. In all the stories, Apollo had appeared as the hot celebrity-type god with an amazing body who had the voice of an angel and radiated light. Yes, the curly haired boy was cute, but he didn't seem to fit the description of Apollo in the stories.

Somehow, I found my voice. "I thought Apollo was, you know, like a hot guy. No offense I mean. But you're just a kid." I knew that the comment was rude on my part, but I couldn't help it. I was tired at this point of being confused and I wanted answers to my questions, even if they weren't ones I would normally ask.

The boy smirked at me. He snapped his fingers. Faster than I could blink, in front of me where the curly haired boy stood was the hottest, most perfect man I had ever seen. He had his shirt off, revealing his 8-pack, washboard abs and a perfectly tan body. His skin was flawless. He had the most amazing locks of hair that were golden, and his face features were so perfect that it is hard to describe how perfect and beautiful he really was. Now, the man who stood in front of me definitely looked god-like. He even radiated light.

"Is this hot enough for you?" he said still smirking.

I swallowed hard and shook my head up and down, "Mhmm." I probably had a pretty stupid look on my face. I have never gotten tongue tied by anyone before!

He snapped his fingers and the curly haired boy returned. "I tend to stay in this form when I am here at Camp. I don't like to draw too much attention to myself, at least not here anyway. I used to, but after a little mishap of me being mortal in this form I've seemed to have grown fond of it."

This day just keeps getting crazier and crazier. I have now met a god, which completely goes against all I had believed in before. I was surprised, though, how I was reacting to all of this. Trust me, I felt as though my head was about to explode. But somehow, I was able to remain calm. I guess I tend to do that in the face of danger or stress, but this was the most stressful situation I had ever faced in my life.

The black-haired boy rolled his eyes and then turned to me. "I'm Percy," he said. "Not a god by definition, but I am definitely god-like." He puffed out his chest and seemed to stand a bit taller with his arms crossed.

"That's false. Don't listen to him," a female voice said off to my left. The voice came from a girl who appeared to be a year or two older than me. She had blonde hair that was put up in a ponytail. She wore an orange t-shirt (which I now noticed had the Camps name and emblem on the front) like the previous campers I had seen and jean shorts. She was walking towards us with Christian.

When I saw Christian, I felt my stomach flutter with excitement. Even though I hate him, he was at least someone I knew and something from back home that I could relate to on this crazy day. As he walked over, his facial expression seemed to be a bit muddled up, almost as if he wasn't sure what to think. He was no longer in our school uniform, but now he too wore an orange camp t-shirt with athletic shorts. I made eye contact with him and he smiled at me, but not with his normal confident grin.

Percy uncrossed his arms and slouched back into his normal position. He frowned at the girl. "Whatever," he said. He then quickly stuck out his tongue at her like a 5-year-old.

The girl just smiled and laughed at him.

Chiron cleared his throat. "Annabeth, I assume you have shown Christian all the new facilities?"

"Yep," Annabeth replied. "He seems to have caught on to everything pretty well. He told me he took a Classical Mythology class at his school, so he knew the gist of what I was talking about."

I looked at Christian. He kept glancing over at Apollo nervously and back down at his feet. He seemed to be very uncomfortable.

"Very good," Chiron said. "Christian, why don't you take Miss Cyan around and show her some of the things that Annabeth showed you. Be sure to visit the camp store as well to get Cyan a camp t-shirt. I need to talk with these three about the, uh, attack on the two of you." Chiron seemed to emphasize the word attack almost as if he was going to call it something else but decided against it.

Christian nodded and then looked at me, seeming to regain his normal composure. "Sure thing. Come on Cy, there's a lot I need to show you." As he turned to go, he took one more nervous glance towards Apollo and then continued on in the direction he came with Annabeth. I took one more glance at the group that stood in front of me, and followed Christian.

Christian took me around the whole Camp ground. He took me past the bathroom and showers. He showed me the canoe lake and the amphitheater. We walked at the edge of the beach that apparently faces the Long Island Sound. Beside that there was a huge rock climbing wall, but instead of being a normal climbing wall it had to spew lava out the top, naturally. I saw the mess hall. Christian explained that it was newly designed and refurbished thanks to Annabeth because a giant statue had stepped on the previous one. He didn't really elaborate on that, but I would've like to hear more of that story. I found out that the big Greek stadium structure I had seen earlier was an arena where, believe it or not, they actually practice fighting and hold classic Greek Olympic-style competitions. We passed by the armory, forge, strawberry patches, and Pegasus stables (Guess I really did see flying horses earlier. Man, I hate always being right). We stoped by the camp store just as Chiron had asked to get me some new clothes. I found an orange camp t-shirt that fit me perfectly and some Nike Capri leggings just like the ones I would wear at home.

I started to take the whole thing in. I still thought everything was crazy and I didn't understand why I was here, but I was starting to accept that I wasn't dreaming and that the Greek myths I had learned about were real.

Finally, we reached the cabins I had seen earlier. Christian explained to me that each cabin belonged to a specific god or goddess, and that's where the residents of the camp stayed.

"So, how do you know which cabin you belong in?" I asked. "Do they randomly pick or does a hat sort you into a designated house?"

Christian looked at me and cocked his head a little to the side. "You mean you haven't figured it out yet? Dang, I thought you were smart." A slight grin crossed his face, showing me that he was kidding. It was nice to see him relaxed back into his normal cocky self.

"Shut up," I said frowning back at him. "Seriously, how do you know which cabin you should be in? Do you know which cabin you're in?"

Christian's smirk disappeared, and he looked down at his feet. "You get claimed…by which ever god or goddess is your parent." He looked back up at me, checking to see if that had sunk in my brain yet.

I finally understood why they called it Camp Half-Blood. We were all indeed "half-blood". We must be the so-called demigods I had learned about in class and the stories I used to hear from my parents. I hadn't realized that one of my parents was actually a deity. I mean, I didn't really know them all that much, so I had an excuse for not knowing. But what I didn't understand was the fact that Christian had both of his parents.

"But, how does that make sense? You have both your parents. Is one of them a god or goddess who lives with you?"

Christian heaved a sigh. "I do have both my parents. It's just, well, my Dad isn't actually my real dad. He has always been my step-dad. I just call him and refer to him as Dad because he's been my father-figure for as long as I can remember. I never knew my real father…until now at least." He bit is lower lip and looked to the sky, making it seem as though he was anxious and very uncomfortable.

"So, who's your godly father then?" I asked.

After a few seconds, he took his eyes off the sky and looked at me. "Apollo…Apollo is my real father." He looked like he was about to hurl.

"You mean…like that dude…wow, that's crazy," was all I could manage.

It was kind of funny actually. I felt like I was holding my breath so that way I didn't laugh. Apollo, the curly haired kid who looked a year younger than me, was Christian's dad. I know Apollo is actually a gazillion times older than me, but still. Just picturing a 15-year-old kid as Christians dad was pretty hysterical. It made sense, though, why Christian was the way he is. Christian is extremely handsome and hot, mortally speaking, and has a confidence and light about him that his dad, whom I just met, had. They were both the type of guy you remember instantly.

"Yeah," Christian said forlornly.

"How did you find out?" I asked.

"They claim you. A bright light appears above your head and a symbol of the god or goddess shows up. Apparently, we were supposed to be claimed a long time ago; generally, demigods get claimed when they're about 12 or 13, maybe even earlier. When I got claimed, Percy got really upset with Apollo for claiming me so late," Christian explained.

Before I could ask any more questions, Percy and Annabeth showed up.

"How's it going you two?" Annabeth asked, smiling at me.

"Pretty good, I guess. Just trying to take everything in," I said.

"Yeah, it may take a while," Annabeth replied. "But from what Christian tells me, you're a pretty tough girl."

I glanced over at Christian. He suddenly seemed to be very interested in the sky again.

Annabeth seemed pretty cool. She was the type of person who you wanted to be like. She created an aura of confidence, intelligence, and strength. I hoped that me and her could become good friends eventually. She seemed like she knew what was up.

Before I could ask anymore questions, a noise that sounded like a big conch horn blared all around us.

"Yes!" Percy exclaimed. "That's the best noise in the whole camp. It's munchin' time!"