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Thalia

I woke up to the sound of whispers. Too indistinct to understand, too numerous to ignore. Where was I? What was I doing? My memory seemed fuzzy, as if I'd gone to sleep years ago and only just woke up. Luke, I remembered, I was with Luke. And Annabeth and Grover. We were running I think. From some monsters. And then I told them to go ahead and I was impaled by a hellhound? That couldn't be right. It had hurt so much yet I wasn't injured at all now. Even if someone had taken care of me, why would they have left me on the ground where I fell? Nothing made sense. Turning my attention to more pressing problems, I scanned my surroundings. A group of teenagers, some in armour, some in bright orange shirts, surrounded me. The demigods from Camp, I recalled. For some reason, they were standing in a cluster, as far away from me as possible, almost as though they were scared of me. But one boy stepped forward.

His sea-green eyes met my lightning blue ones as he asked, "What's your name?" Amidst all the confusion, I was relieved that he'd asked a question I actually knew the answer to.

"Thalia," I told him. Then, realising I was among other demigods, I added, "daughter of Zeus." A collective gasp went up around the crowd.

The whispering increased again, until a centaur steppes forward and ordered, "Silence! Back to your cabins!" Turning to me, he explained, "Welcome to Camp. My name's Chiron and I'm the activities director. You must have had a long and difficult journey child so we will take you to the infirmary before placing you in a cabin. There, we can ... explain further." The way he said that made me wonder exactly what there was that made him so anxious, but I followed him to the infirmary. When, I was settled on a bed, I demanded, "Alright. What's going on?" Chiron nervously replied, "Are you sure you don't want to rest first?"

"I've rested already, just tell me."

He took in a deep breath, steeling himself for the news, "I think you'd prefer it if I didn't waste too much time so I'll get straight to the point. What year do you think it is?" What sort of question was that? "2000," I replied staunchly.

"2006," Chiron corrected.