"Annabeth! Wait up!" Hector called as his friend entered the big house. He followed soon after, only to catch the blonde mob of hair moving towards the infirmary. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see him. He woke up for like a minute two days ago, but he fell back unconscious. Anyways, I actually need to nurse him" Annabeth said pointing at a black haired boy.

"Who is he?" Hector asked. The kid didn't seem familiar at all, nor did he look like any demigods at camp.

"His name is Alexander Pond. He killed the Minotaur on his way here" a voice said from behind the two friends. When they turned around, they came face to face with Grover the satyr. He wasn't a friend per se of Hector, but he was quite familiar with him and could fairly hold a conversation. He was also the only person, besides Chiron, who actually believed him when he said that he talked to Artemis.

"The Minotaur?" Hector asked

"Yeah, and he seems so strong too. Like imagine if you had no training and had to fend for yourself against the freaking Minotaur! There's no doubt that his godly parent is someone really powerful" Annabeth said, earning a jealous look from Hector

"Just marry him already" Hector said with an edge

"Wo, someone's jelly" Grover laughed

"I'm not jealous. I'm completely normal"

"Yeah sure, try to convince yourself that" Grover told "anyways, I gotta go grab something. Be right back"

As the half goat boy left, the new demigod began to stir. Annabeth quickly went to his side, with Hectors face earning a red tint. Alexander the newcomer opened his eyes, the image of the pretty Annabeth being the first thing he saw.

"You drool when you sleep" Annabeth said. Hector couldn't believe what he was seeing, and in an act of impulse, he stomped out of the big house and into the archery range.

Ever since he was three years old, the old centaur had taught Hector how to wield a bow. Much to his surprise, the little kid had a natural ability to archery, so much that if Apollo hadn't handwritten the letter when they first found him, Chiron would've thought that the god of archery was the father of the little boy.

Scott and Heather has been great "parents" to Hector up until their death when he was six year old. The moment he heard the news, the little light-green-eyed boy ran towards the archery range and stayed there launching his arrows. People came and went, everyone trying to get the boy out of the range and just to eat a little. He resisted, continuing to shoot arrows at the bullseye of the target.

It wasn't until he was shot by a sedative that Hector finally left the archery range. Still, every time the boy had a bad day or was feeling angry, he went to the archery range and canalized his feelings in such a way that nobody would end up hurt.

"Hey Hector, what got you mad now?" Lee Fletcher, a friend and cabin mate of the boy asked

"Nothing" Hector decided to lie

"Yeah right. Where's Annabeth? She usually knows what got you in a bad mood"

At Hector's frown, Lee already knew what the problem was.

"She found another friend?" Lee grinned

"You could say that"

"Are you going to be this way anytime a new demigod arrives?"

"Perhaps" Hector shrugged

"You do know that she's searching for the prophecy child right? I mean, you were the one that told me that she heard the prophecy two years ago, and ever since then she's been talking to every fresh meat to try and befriend the hero of the prophecy" Lee explained

"I know, but she seems that she wants to befriend this new guy"

"A social girl having more than one friend? The audacity!" Hector glared at his cabin mate "Hector, you need to chill. Didn't your parents ever teach you how to share?"

"The only thing my parents taught me was how to eat with my mouth closed and how to go to the toilet" Hector replied angrily

"Yet you only do one of us right" Hector continued to shoot his arrows, completely ignoring Lee, "hey, don't worry if she's making new friends, you're still my number one" Lee winked

"Thanks" Hector smirked, suppressing a laugh

The days that followed after were weird for Hector. Instead of leaving the new camper alone after a day, as she normally would, Annabeth kept being with Alex. Granted, they did take some classes together, but that didn't make Hector feel any better. Any time they were together, all Annabeth could talk about was how she though Alex was the one of the prophecy, and how he may have stolen the lighting bolt and everything.

During those days, Hector passed most of his time in the archery range, on the sword fighting arena, and strangely enough, on the Pegasus stables. Every time he visited the stables, Silena Beauregard was there taking care of them. He was a really pretty girl in Hectors eyes, but she felt more like a sister to the twelve-year-old boy. Silena felt the same way towards Hector, as he reminded her of the man that had brought her to camp.

Quickly enough, the end of the week arrived and the weekly tradition of capture the flag was to take place. Fortunately, Hector was in Annabeth team; Unfortunately, so was the newcomer Alex Pond. He noticed how Annabeth put Alex as bait, but she also put Luke to capture the flag.

"Hey, Annabeth, why'd you put Luke to capture the flag?" Hector asked her

"He's the fastest person we have" Annabeth simply replied

"I get that, but we are in a forest. And we both know that I'm the fastest one in the forest"

"But you're not a team player Troy, so shut it and play defense like I told you" Annabeth said harshly

Hector glared at his friend, and quickly turned around and took his position, not trusting his mouth at the moment.

The game went by pretty quickly, with Hector shooting down any camper that came even close to the diameter of the surrounding of the flag. Soon enough the conch sounded, meaning that they had won the game. Getting close to the boundary, he saw a hellhound about to pounce at Annabeth.

"Annabeth look out!" Hector went forward, pushing the daughter of Athena out of the way, getting a cut in the lower right abdomen. However, instead of keeping its attention towards Hector, the hellhound launched at Alex. Hector, taking notice of this, fought off the hellhound all by himself. Unfortunately, Alex was not left unscathed. He had many cuts on his body.

"Quick! Put him in the water" Annabeth ordered much to Hectors confusion.

The campers all helped Alex stand in the water, where they saw that the wounds started to miraculously heal. As soon as they were healed, a bright green trident appeared on top of Alex's head. Everyone stared in surprise at the newly claimed demigod, then bowed to him.

"All Hail Alexander Pond, son of Poseidon, god of the seas and the earthshaker" Chiron proclaimed

Hector saw red. He knew all about the prophecy and about the oath that the big three had made. They weren't supposed to have any children, yet here was a camper just claimed by Poseidon. But what bothered Hector the most was the fact that he was actually claimed. It didn't matter if he was a forbidden child, his father stilled cared enough to claim him.

As the campers dissipated from the scene, Hector approached Chiron, dreading the answer to the question that had morphed his way of being. Once almost all the campers had gone to the dining pavilion, Hector stood in front of the centaur and asked his question.

"Chiron, I've waited patiently for my parent to claim me during these twelve years, but nothing. I'm tired of watching all these new campers getting claimed, but me, a camper since basically birth, has no idea who his parent is. And I know it's not because I haven't done anything stupendous, because I managed to fight off the lieutenant of the hunters of Artemis when I was seven. I know my godly parent does not care about me, so please Chiron, can you tell me who it is?"

Chiron hated seeing a camper who had been like a son to him, saddened by the abandonment he felt he had.

"I'm sorry Hector, but I really have no clue who your parent is. Maybe your necklace says something. After all, it is something your godly parent left you when we found you here"

Hector scoofed "this necklace does nothing except making me feel mad towards my parent. I hate whoever it is. I mean, I have prayed every day without fail, I have been an excelent camper, I am one of the best archers and swordfighters, I mean, what else could it want?! Tell me Chiron! Why in gods name have I not been claimed yet?!"

As Hector yelled his complains, Chiron noticed how many squirles, some spunks, racoons, porcupines, foxes, and even some deers, gathered around the angry camper. The creatures all looked between the camper and his mentor, as if they were trying to figure out why the camper was so angry. Never in his life had Chiron seen such a behavior, which made him very scared about what might've happened next. After all, angry woodland critters were one of the most underrated forces in America.

"My child, try to calm down" Chiron tried to say

"No! I'm tired of being the forgotten for everything! My best friend forgot about me, my family is dead, and my godly parent either forgot or just really doesn't care about me, and I don't know which one of those is worse! You can see how everyone is gone now right? But did anybody ask me about the wound I got from the hellhound trying to save Annabeth? No! Because everyone just takes me for granted.

"I'm just little Hector Carib Troy, a stupid demigod who just by luck can sleep in the Apollo cabin because he is so alone that the manwhore decided to open his doors to him. But you know what? At least Apollo cares about my existence, much more than my real parent! I try to be the best at everything, and I am the best at some things, but nothing ever changes. I mean, why am I even here? Why did you train me since I was very little? I don't even have any powers. I'm just skilled, like an abile mortal." Hector ranted, tears of anger falling straightly through his cheeks.

As the camper continued to rant, the old centaur noticed how the moonlight seemed to engulf Hector, as if it tried to calm him down.

"Hector-"

"Stop it Chiron!" the brownish-haired camper yelled. Suddenly, the centaur could not move his body. No matter how hard he tried, the old mentor lost all control of his body. Hector, noticing what he had done, quickly became panicked. "Chiron! What happened?!"

The centaur tried to talk, but his mouth didn't respond to his commands. Hector touched Chiron, trying to get him to move, but nothing worked.

"Chiron go back to how you were please! Don't mess with me right now" Hector cried

As quickly as it had come, the paralized state of Chiron ceased in all its might.

"Hector how did you-?"

"I'm so sorry Chiron. I'm a danger to everyone" Hector said quickly, with tears falling out. Then, for the first time since he had arrived, the light-green-eyed camper ran out of camp borders, not daring to look back at his mentor or home.

The twelve-year-old ran as fast as he could for as long as he could, which surprisingly took him all the way to the city. New York City was everything Hector had imagined and more. Buildings two or more times taller than the pine trees at camp, thousands of people on the street, and lots of places to eat. The variety was incredible. From chinese restaurants to classic burger joints, the big apple had everything the pre-teen could want. However, all these food places required the one thing Hector did not possess; money.

Deciding that it was better if he slept in a mostly familiar surrounding, Hector decided to rest in Central Park. There, the young teen would be able to climb a tree if he so wished, or simply rest on a bench like one of New York finest hobo's.

Using his perfect sense of direction, Hector quickly found Central Park. The park was hugemongous, as if a mini forest had sprouted in the middle of the biggest city of the world. Breathing the comparably clean air, the ex-camper relaxed for the first time in the day.

"What is a camper like you doing outside of the camp?" a stern female voice said from behind Hector.

He jumped and quicly turned around. Standing around eight inches taller than the demigod was a beautiful woman. Long licorice-black hair with beautiful brown eyes. If she hadn't called him a demigod, Hector would've thought that the woman was a supermodel. Her regal features made the woman almost unapproachable. But what gave her identity away were the golden crown and the peacock feather belt.

"Lady Hera, a pleasure to be at your pressense" Hector bowed down in respect

"You may rise demigod. Tell me, what is your name" Hera demanded

"My name is Hector Carib Troy, milady. I do not know who my godly parent is, as I am yet to be claimed" the boy told respectfully.

The queen of gods inspected the boy carefully, measuring every aspect of him. From the way his clothes was dirty to the patch of blood coming from his side, Hera studied him in all aspcts. However, it was when her eyes fell on the necklace on the boy's neck that her eyes widened.

"Where did you get that ring?" Hera asked forcefully

"If you mean the one in my necklace, then it's the only thing my godly parent left me, milady. Twelve years ago, two now deceased demigods found me around the borders of camp, and this was the only thing i had on me...I think. Chiron never told me the story in much detail. But I do know that this necklace is supposed to protect me, or so Chiron says. In reality, it's the only thing my godly parent has ever given me" Hector told in full honesty, not daring to lie to the powerful and vengeful goddes.

Hera, knowing the information she had just been given, started to analyze the physical qualities of the boy. Even at twelve years old, the boy facial structure was very similar to her own. His hair didn't remind her of any god immediatly, neither did his eyes, but the way his cheeks stood high and his nose was pointed, it screamed regal features all around. The goddess knew, deep inside, that the boy was of much importance.

"Why did you ran out of Camp Half-Blood? From what you told me, it has been your home since your first days" the queen asked

"It was impulse, milady. I fought a hellhound and saved my best friend, yet nobody ever came to check up on me. They all paid attention to the new son of Poseidon, a boy called Alex Pond. Everyone is praising him just because he killed the minotaur without any training. I know that's remarcable, but it's not something amazing. I do not mean to brag milady, but I participated in a very close combat with the lieutenant of the hunters of Artemis when I was only seven years old, yet I never received the amount of attention this new demigod receives. And then he was claimed, just a few days after he arrived. Meanwhile, I have been at camp all my life and have yet to be claimed. In all honesty, milady, I just snapped"

Hera knew that there was something the boy was not telling her, but decided not to questioin him further.

"I see" the Olympian said, "I can sense that you have a very strong aura, which means that monsters will be searching for you without rest. Do you wish to go back to Camp Half-Blood tonight?"

"In all honesty, milady, I do not wish to do so" Hector said in a calm voice

Hera nodded in understanding, "Then I do have another option. I have not done this with any demigod, ever, so it will be a great honor if you decide to take my offer. I propose you stay with me in one of my mortal houses. It is enchanted so that it works just like camp barriers, and you will be able to train in the somewhat big backyard. By doing this, however, you will work just like my personal warrior. Whenever I need you to go on a mission, you will do so. Do you accept?" Hera proposed

"I accept milady" Hector responded without a second doubt. "If I may ask, why is it that you have decided to help me, milady?"

Hera smiled warmly, "You remind me of someone I haven't seen in a long time."