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This is another filler chapter...I promise that the story will get exciting soon! The details need to be out of the way first. Thanks for continuing to read this far :) Please read and respond below...would love any recommendations and/or helpful feedback.

I stood there, dumbfounded. I was the daughter of Hera? I knew that Hera was the goddess of marriage and because of that when she had married Zeus she vowed to be loyal to him. I never thought she would break that vow. But then again, I never would have believed the myths to be real.

The shock died away and people began filtering away to their cabins in groups of two's and three's. I stood next to the dying flames of the fire, looking like an idiot. A blond girl who looked about my age came up and offered to help move a cot into Cabin 2. She had startling grey eyes that seemed to glow in the firelight. Immediately I decided I would much rather have her as an ally than a foe.

"I'm Annabeth," she extended a hand. I smiled and shook it.

"How long have you been here?" I asked as we struggled to get the cot out the front door of the Big House.

"About five years, since I was seven."

"And you haven't gone back to see your family?" I asked incredulously.

She shrugged. "Not really. I was driven out and I have no desire to be living under the same roof as my stepmom anymore. I do miss my dad," she sighed, "he's a history professor."

"Sounds like a great guy," I offered. "Who's your mom, then?" I the question popped into my mind.

"Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle."

"Isn't Ares the god of war already?"

She gave me such a cold glare I thought for sure my clothes should be smoking or holes be bored into my head. "There's a difference between battle and war: battles are individual skirmishes while war is the whole overview. If more battles are won than lost then the war will be won and vise-versa. It takes more strategic planning to win one battle than a whole war." She gave me a look that said if I ever got them mixed up again she would give me more than a lecture.

We finally got the cot into the Hera cabin and placed it in a corner. "Thank you," I panted.

"No problem. Let me know if you need anything else around Camp. Good night!" she called over her shoulder while walking out the doors, leaving me alone. The only light in the musty cabin with layers of dust and grime over everything came from a small sacrifice fire at the foot of the statue. In the middle of the building was a statue of a dark-haired woman with glimmering robes and a staff topped with a lotus flower. What startled me was the color of the eyes: a brilliant violet-the same shade as mine. I often was complemented on my eyes. Dad had said they were inherited from Mom and I see now that he was correct.

"Please help me," I said. The statue said nothing.

Crawling into bed there was a knock at the door. Opening it I found my backpack sitting on the steps. Someone from the Hermes Cabin must have dropped it off for me. I was not completely alone here; during the short time I had been here I had met people who were willing to be my friends. A small battle I had conquered in winning this war.