A fresh, new, confused demigod passed the border of Camp Half-blood, with his satyr-guide. He didn't know what was happening or what was expected of him, but he held his head high. The satyr brought him up to the big house. A centaur was standing there, with two other people. The centaur smiled. Peter couldn't believe his eyes. 'Are-are you really a centaur?' He asked, with a trembling voice. He centaur nodded. 'Yes, and my name is Chiron. To tell you quickly: the greek gods are real, and one of them is your parent.' Peter's eyes went wide. 'So you want to say my mother isn't dead?' His eyes narrowed again. 'How do you know that?' Chiron smiled. 'Otherwise you wouldn't have been able to cross the border around camp.' Peter sat down in a chair. I-I don't know...' 'tell me your name,' Chiron said. Peter looked up. Only now did he see the two other figures behind Chiron. Both had black hair, even though on one of the persons it was more blue and on the other more purple. The younger one had sea-green eyes and the older one had purple eyes. Sea-green had a sun kissed skin, and purple was very pale. They looked like they had been arguing about something. Peter felt a shiver go down his spine. What was this weird place?' He looked at the friendly centaur. 'My name is Peter Johnson,' he managed to say. Chiron looked at him, surprised. The two men behind him gasped and almost fell of their chairs. The older one, with purple eyes, got up the quickest. A smile grew on his face. 'Well, Jackson, I think it is the easiest if you go and show this kid around camp,' he said. Jackson looked at him with fire in his eyes. 'Oh, yeah, well I think that you...' 'Percy! Will you please show Peter Johnson around?' Chiron quickly intervened. Percy grumbled, but grabbed Peter Johnson's arm and dragged him away. 'Sorry,' Percy mumbled. He put a smile on his face. 'So. Welcome in Camp Half-blood. You'll probably be claimed by your godly parent really soon.' 'So... the greek gods are really real?' Peter asked. 'Who's your parent, then?' 'Poseidon, the god of the ocean. And yes, gods are real.' 'Have you ever met one?' Percy's face went back into a sour expression. 'That guy that ordered me to show you around? He's a god. Dionysus, the god of wine. He is more powerful than you might think.' He spat out the last sentence. Peter wondered why Percy had been in that big house in the first place. 'So, here are the strawberry fields, over there you can see the forest - don't go in there on your own - that over there is the arena, and that's the theatre,' Percy continued. We walked further. 'this is the food pavilion, the climbing wall...' 'Wow! Is that real lava!?' Then Peter saw the pegasi. 'Is that a flying horse? And why are there so many buildings? Is that a pirate ship? I love it here!' Peter clapped in his hands. Percy sighed. 'Why should I show him around?' He muttered to himself. 'Hey, Percy! Have you found the...' Annabeth stopped mid-sentence. 'Oh, your showing around a new kid?' She looked at Peter. 'What's your name?' She asked. 'I'm Peter Johnson! Who is your godly parent?' Peter said. Annabeth looked at Percy. Who had hidden his head in his hands. 'What is...' 'yes! His name is Peter Johnson! Also, tag, you're it! I need to go tell a god that he is...' 'I'll take it over. Bye, Percy!' Annabeth grabbed Peter's hand and led him away. 'Miss?' 'Yes, Peter?' 'Why does everyone I've met in this camp act so weird around me?' Annabeth sighed. 'It's okay, kid. Just ignore it. They have to stop someday. And just let Percy and Mr. D fight out their arguments themselves, okay?' Peter Johnson nodded, even though he still didn't understand what was going on.