Why was it so hard for Dipper to make friends? Well sure, he does use boring words like banter. Chiron seems like a teacher type of dude, but he must have been more open than Dipper.

After breakfast, Chiron introduces Dipper and me to the camp director. Remember? Mr. Doodlekinz? Well it turns out that it's actually Dionysus, but that's still a pretty rocking name. He stares at both of us funnily, but Dipper bows awkwardly as I start talking about me and how I got here.

"Mabel? Oh, that is a name that is hard to forget, but I'll try my hardest. And Dipper? Why that pety human constellation is made up of the guts of a woman that fell in love with Zeus and was cursed by Hera. Good times," he reminds me of a big version of Pacifica, but I'll have to show him my bedazzler anyways. It would go great with his leopard pants.

Once I bring this to his attention, his eyes bright up. "The bedazzler? That's one of the only human inventions that I'm impressed with. I look foward to that," he smiles and I skips out happily, leaving Annabeth staring in awe as I grab Dipper's arm. See? I'm quite likable.

Annabeth catches up to us. "Wha- How- He-," she stutters. "Even before I was claimed, I have a natural talent for knowing what a person likes and hates. Let's see... Annabeth, you dream of being a hero with Luke, you hate spiders, and you often keep yourself awake at night trying to read, even if you have dyslexia," I magically say. Wow, I don't even know what dyslexia is! Annabeth and Dipper both stare at me. I shrug and walk to our first class, dueling. Luke was waiting there with the rest of the campers. It was a small class of about 9 people.

"Dipper, Mabel, you two don't have a weapon yet so Beckendorf will take you to the camp forge to be fitted," Luke gestures a boy over to us. He's probably like twelve, but he has three times more muscle than Dipper. "Hey. I'm Beckendorf, one of Hephaestus' sons," he boy smiles. Dipper looks afraid of him.

Once at the forges, I get sweaty. It's so hot! Beckendorf pulls a chest from under a workbench and lays out a bunch of shiny and pointy things. "Mabel, I think you're more of a sword type of lady. Try this celestial bronze sword," he hands me a long one, about my arm length. I'm guessing it's lighter than I thought it would be, because I almost chopped Beckendorf's head off. "Perfect," I announce. Dipper and Beckendorf look like it was a bad decision to hand me a weapon, but I'm alright. Written on the handle is χοίρος, which means pig. Beckendorf notices and states, "One of Ares' sons long ago made this sword. His father thought that he was trying to upstage him and turned him into a pig. Specifically, the Erymanthian Boar, which is now sacred to the god, Pan," Weird story, but I love pigs. Dipper adds on, "I think Hercules captured it." Beckendorf explains how monsters are never dead, and they can reform. I wish I could reform whenever I was killed.

He digs around until he finds what probably is the lightest weapon in the box, a scrawny knife. Dipper says, "Maybe something bigger?" Beckendorf looks worried but shrugs and exchanges it with a knife slightly shorter than my sword. "Huh, I think this is from the cyclops' forges in Poseidon's palace in the sea. Made during the war with the titans. You'd be best with a short range weapon. I figured that you are good at planning and making lists, but remember, all demigods have ADHD or dyslexia," Beckendorf warns. Dipper replies with sweat rolling down his forehead. We walk with Beckendorf back to the arena.

Luke is helping one of the campers while others are slicing away at straw dummies. He pairs people up and comes over to us. "Mabel, you might want to point the sword AWAY from you," he suggests. I quickly flip it, nearly taking out Luke's head. My bad. If he hadn't deflected it, we would have a Luke kabob. I apologize and Luke goes help Dipper. Somehow, my body takes over. One off the Ares kids charge behind me, but I manage to slice their messy hair into a buzz cut. Luke looks at me the same way when I told him about sparkling the toilet paper.