So. I am terribly sorry. MY CONTEST VIOLATES THE RULES & GUIDELINES! :'( But to make up for it, this chapter is going to be a 4,000 words + chapter. I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE ME, I KNOW MY HANDS WILL HURT AFTER THIS! Oh, guess what, The Lost Hero graphic novel comes out near the time when Blood of Olympus comes out :D. I'm excited for both. Oh, once more, after Blood of Olympus, fans will be turning to fanfiction. I've got a few ideas that have been waiting to get out...so, they will after BoO is out! (And I've read it...of course..) Anyways, ENJOY! THANKS TO THOSE WHO HAVE INSPIRED ME TO CONTINUE THIS!

Disclaimer (for last chapter also): I don't own Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus, or anything related, SADLY. If I did, well, I wouldn't be here, now would I? Oh, and I don't own Nike.


IV
Sydney

As soon as Jane fell over, all of us practically ignored that I was claimed by Khione, and we all rushed to my fallen friend's side.

Chiron's face had deep concern, the barely noticeable wrinkles on his face revealing themselves. He glanced over Jane, then said to Annabeth and I, "Get her to the infirmary. Now!"

Annabeth quickly stood Jane up, and she and I got her inside of the baby blue house. I truly didn't know where we where going, so I allowed Annabeth to lead me. We went into a room that was like a bedroom, with white walls, a hospital looking bed, and as soon as we laid Jane on the bed, Annabeth shouted, "Someone in here! We need assistance!"

My heart was pounding in my chest. My breathing was rapid. Jane was like a sister to me, and if she died...well, I don't know what I would do. I clenched my fist, as a few kids came in. One of them had a glass of apple juice colored liquid and cubes that looked like sugar cubes. Though I doubt that it was apple juice and sugar cubes. The others had nothing, which kind of frightened me. Sugar and apple juice was what I was relying on to save my possibly dying friend. The one thing all of those who came in that they all shared in common was an orange shirt like Annabeth's and Percy's, so I knew they were campers, and demigods. I noticed this simply because of my mind trying to not think of Jane. ADHD, too.

Just then, a camper came up to me. He had sun kissed blond hair, and sky-blue eyes. He was about 6'0, as tall as Percy, with an athletic build. If I had to guess, he was around 18 or 19. He smiled at me, but I could tell it was 'fake', in a sense.

He held out his hand, and I shook it. "Will Solace."

"Sydney Evans."

I glanced behind him at Jane, whom the other campers, besides Will obviously, were giving the sugar looking cubes to her. Will noticed what I was looking at, and his said, "Maybe we should go out into the hall?"

I was about to open my mouth in response, whenever Chiron came inside. He was in the wheelchair again, his face fallen at the sight of Jane, who I noticed was paler. I felt my eyes being burned with tears. Annabeth looked at me, and I could tell she could see how upset I was. I bit my lip, as the kids began to sing. I didn't listen to the lyrics, in fact, I didn't even know if I could understand it. Chiron had turned to me, motioning me out.

I asked, "Will Annabeth...?"

He shook his head in response. "Annabeth, you stay with the girl and give any updates. Will, I know you were going to ask her a few questions about Jane, that is not necessary. I only need you to heal her the best you possibly can."

She nodded, then Chiron turned in his wheelchair and went out of the room. As Will muttered "Yes sir" I reluctantly followed Chiron. We went back out to the deck, where Dionysus said absolutely nothing, not to me, not to Chiron. Chiron spun his automatic wheelchair, which I had just noticed that it was automatic. He looked at me with sorrow, as if he was taking my emotion and making it his own. He sighed, and said, "I don't want you to worry about Jane. She will be fine. Now, we know who your godly parent is. Khione."

I nodded.

"You being a daughter of Khione...that is unheard of since Sais."

"What happened to her?"

"Well, Sydney, she was killed by the fates as soon as she was born. It's quite...peculiar that they didn't do the same to you."

"Oh."

I looked over at Camp Half-Blood. I could see the climbing wall, what looked like an arena, some cabins, and Long Island Sound. I saw more, but I really didn't notice much in detail. I looked back at Chiron, and he was looking over the camp also. He seemed to age a thousand years, but look exactly the same. His brown eyes were darker, a more black now.

He finally spoke again, "Well, unfortunately, Khione does not have a cabin here at camp. The Hermes cabin is where you'll have to stay. You'll be the first in two years who was claimed by someone other than Hermes to stay in there."

"Great," I muttered. Jane must be rubbing off on me. Jane.

I pushed those thoughts out of my head, then asked Chiron, "Will I get a Camp Half-Blood shirt like the others?"

He nodded. "Yes, you will. That is, if you're Greek. Most likely you are, considering Khione's Roman form is only an alternative spelling for her name. Although, if she did indeed appear in her Roman form to your, er, father, you will be moved to Camp Jupiter, in California."

After hearing that, I prayed to the gods that I was Greek.

He pulled out a document, which had some letters on it. At first, I thought it was English, and I couldn't read it because of dyslexia. Then I realized that I could read it, and it was Greek.

"It says, 'Welcome to Camp Half-Blood'."

Chiron gave a small smile. "Has anyone ever taught you Greek?"

I shook my head.

"Then you are indeed a Greek demigod. You will be moved into Hermes' Cabin tonight, and remain there until further notice. Percy will be your tour guide from now on, and I hope that you become a great hero here at camp."

I nodded again. I remembered I'd read Greek earlier, so I should've known that I was Greek, but I-

Chiron said, "Oh, before you leave," he drove (in his wheelchair) inside the house for a moment, and when he returned, he had an orange shirt, a pair of white skinny jeans, and grey high top converse. They all looked appealing to me, because the clothes I had on, well, I'd been wearing them for a long time. He handed them to me.

"Now, you may go find Percy. Tomorrow, at breakfast, you will be announced as a new camper. Until then, listen to Percy, and you will be fine."

I went down the steps of the porch, and went to go find the bathrooms. When I came to a cinder block building, I knew immediately that it was the bathroom, I went into the girl's bathroom. I remembered the last time I was in a bathroom, and I felt uneasy, that was, until I saw the showers. An actual shower was a stranger to me. I immediately prepared to take a shower.

It was pure bliss. It allowed me to clear my head, and get clean. When I got dressed again, I put my old clothes aside, and put on my new clothes. The only thing that I put back on was an old black hoodie, one that Jane had given me when we first met four or so years ago. It was old and worn, but I still wore it. I went out into the open of the bathrooms, looking in the mirror.

I looked different now. I hadn't been at camp for more than two hours (although the 2 and half hour drive here didn't count), but I already looked different. I was cleaner, my pale, almost white, skin flawless except for the freckles on my nose and cheeks. My pale icy blue eyes reflected back at me, with a look I didn't recognize in them. My platinum blonde hair was soaking, yet I could still see my haircut I'd given myself last summer. My bangs had grown out almost in an, emo style, it was the best description I could give, but my bangs could be pushed to the side and reveal most of my forehead (I didn't know if it was like that for all bangs cut like that). My hair was only a little past shoulder length, not even an inch. I was short, with a thin frame. I hadn't noticed myself in this amount of detail in a long time, and was surprised to see who I'd become. I didn't look like a twelve year old anymore (as Jane always described), but more like the fifteen year old I was.

I brushed my bangs out of my eyes, and walked out. I went to the nearest trashcan and threw away my previous clothes. Somewhat stupid, sure, but I didn't care. Then I walked away from the bathrooms. I walked through camp, some campers noticing me and glancing to their friends. I'm sure most of them knew who I was claimed by, probably because of some camper who couldn't keep their mouth shut. I looked around for Percy, not finding him.

As I passed by things, looking for Percy, I saw things in greater detail. I could see the climbing wall now, the rocks had something like...lava? I looked over my shoulder, and noticed the house in greater detail. It was about four stories tall, with a wrap around porch and a country style appeal. It looked like your typical farmhouse. I noticed strawberry fields in the distance, and as soon as I did, I now smelled the faint scent of them. The forest lingered in the distance too, although closer than the strawberry fields. Inside of the arena, I could barely see from where I was, campers inside fighting. The closest thing to me, though, was the cabins. I could see the horse shoe shaped formation, each cabin having it's own features, which I guess corresponded with the gods' and goddess' features. I also guessed that the kids of the certain god or goddess stayed inside of the corresponding cabin.

Well duh Sydney!

I sighed, and decided to find Percy's cabin to see if he was there. I remembered saying he was the son of Poseidon, the sea god. So I just had to look for a cabin that looked like it belonged at the sea. I walked to the middle of the cabins. The middle had a fire in the center, with a gorgeous center piece. I scanned throughout the cabins, searching for one that might be Poseidon. One of the cabins looked rundown, and had an caduceus on the door. Another cabin was badly painted red, with a boar above the door. A boar's head was above the door, and the roof had barbed wire. I saw another cabin, which was made of rough sea stone, and coral and seashells in the outside walls. All of the windows faced the ocean. Above the door, a trident and a bronze three shown proudly. I knew this was Poseidon's Cabin, so I went over to it.

As soon as I arrived, I could smell the sea. I'd only ever been to the beach twice, and that was many years ago, and I still could recognize the smell. I gently ran my fingers over the stone, feeling the seashells every once and awhile. Eventually, I knocked on the door.

"Looking for Percy?"

I jumped. My heart was pounding, and I turned to see a boy. He had on a camp shirt, and brown shorts. He wore regular tennis shoes, Nike most likely. He had curly red hair, which hung in a natural curtain-parted style. He had fair skin, with autumn green eyes. He held a book in his hands, in a language I didn't even bother to try and understand, Greek or not. He had a cute face with dimples on his cheeks that went exactly with his quirky smile. There was some acne on his face, but not very much. He was around 5'6, which was pretty short, and lanky. He was probably around fifteen or sixteen.

"Yes."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Well, he's my guide."

"You're new? I thought I didn't recognize you.."

"Yes, I am new."

He smiled, and held out his hand. "In that case, I'm Blake. Nice to meet you...?"

"Sydney."

"Ah. As in Australia Sydney?"

"Yes."

He said nothing for a while. "So, have you been claimed?"

"You?"

"Yeah, I'm in Hecate's Cabin. But, I asked you first."

"Khione is my mother."

His eyes widened, but he tried to hide it. After that, I determined that this kid annoyed me, and only made me more upset. Jane falling into her coma was enough to push me over the edge, and this kid was the person who helped push me off the cliff. "Percy's at the canoe lake."

Before I had time to ask him where that was, or say thanks, or anything else for that matter, he'd darted off. In fact, as fast as I was (extremely fast at running-years on the streets does that to a demigod) I couldn't catch up to him. So, I had a few options: I could wander around aimlessly, I could ask someone where the canoe lake, or I could go back to Jane. I really wanted to be by my friend's side. I knew that I couldn't, though. I needed to focus.

So, I decided I could find the lake on my own, maybe if I spot a camper ask them where it was.

I eventually decided again to go back to the bathrooms, because a camper was bound to be there. I walked away from the Poseidon Cabin and out of the horse shoe shape. As I did, I noticed something I hadn't before, a second ring of cabins was being built. I hoped maybe a Khione Cabin was one of them, but then I remembered that I was looking for Percy. I walked back to the concrete building, where I noticed a camper leaning against the wall. At first I didn't recognize him, but when I called out to him, Percy turned to me.

He was spinning Riptide in his hand, his other hand running through his messy jet black hair. He kept fiddling with multiple things, as if he was distracted by everything. His sea green eyes looked concentrated, as if he was thinking deeply. Although, I knew he wasn't that concentrated. When I called to him, he looked up and stopped leaning.

"Sydney, I heard about it all.."

I nodded. "Yeah, it happened. I'm a daughter of Khione. Jane's in a coma. It happened. You're my tour guide for now, though."

"Oh, I am? Well, I guess we should get started."

He jogged over to me, and pointed out things that I should know about. He told me how the camp's alias was a strawberry farm, explaining the fields of strawberries. He pointed out the climbing wall, and told me about it. He also pointed out some other things, like the arena, which is pretty self-explanatory, the mess hall where we ate, which was an outdoor courtyard overlooking the sea, explained how the golden fleece kept the camp safe, and that the dragon guarded it, told me about the nightly meetings at the Amphitheater, explained about the cabins, and much more. It was easy to process, and I just went with it.

"Now," he began, "To the armory."

"So I can get my weapons and armor?"

He smiled. "Yeah, I hope that's what it's for."

I cracked a small smile, then continued walking alongside him. We followed the paths for about fifteen minutes, until we got to a building that wasn't anything impressive. When we walked inside, I could see swords, bows, armor, spears, and shields all over the walls.

Percy glanced over at me. "You look tired. We can do this tomorrow before breakfast if you want?"

I nodded. I hadn't realized how tired I actually was until he pointed it out.

"Okay, so, do you know where the Hermes' Cabin is?"

I shrugged. "Is it the one with caduceus on the door?"

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it is. I'll come along."

I smiled slightly, and said, "Thanks."


When we arrived at the rundown cabin, I felt so tired that I might collapse. I guessed the stress of all that had happened today wore me out, and it was just starting to take it's toll on me.

Percy knocked on the door, and a boy with curly brown hair, blue eyes, and elf ears answered. His smile told me that he was mischievous, and that I should probably keep things close to me. Things I didn't have, that is. He wore the camp shirt, as did everyone in here did. He was tall and skinny, probably around Percy's age.

"Undetermined or claimed?" The boy asked.

"Claimed, Connor."

"By Hermes?" Connor asked, raising his eyebrows. "I haven't seen a daughter of Hermes before!"

"No, actually." Percy stepped in, beckoning me to follow him. I went inside of the cabin, all eyes on me.

Percy announced, "Cabin Eleven, this is Sydney, a daughter of Khione. She will be the first demigod who wasn't claimed by Hermes to stay in your cabin for two years."

My parentage aroused some mummers. I knew they had heard about me already. They all seemed to respect Percy, though, and spoke barely.

"Has she met Leo? I'd bet he'd like her!" A voice from the crowd said.

Percy shook his head. "No, she hasn't."

"Who's Leo?" I whispered to Percy.

"Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus."

"Oh."

Percy said one last thing. "I have to go now. Treat Sydney as you would any other camper."

With that, he left.

The boy who answered the door, Connor, as Percy called him, held out his hand. "Connor Stoll, co-counselor of Hermes Cabin."

I was almost tempted to make up a fancy intro as I did with Annabeth, but decided against it. "Sydney," I said, shaking his hand.

He then turned to the campers in the cabin. "Is there a free bunk anywhere?"

One camper said, "Over here!"

Connor led me over to the free bunk. "Here's your bunk. You'll come to sleep here every night at ten. Got it?"

I nodded.

"Good. Well, you look tired, and it's almost lights out anyways, so, you can go to sleep."

I didn't bother to change, and laid down on the bed. It felt foreign to me, much different than the concrete ground I was used to or the benches in the parks I went to. It was comfortable, and it was already lulling me to sleep. I got in a comfortable position. My bunk was in a corner, and I was fine with that, more privacy.

I quickly drifted off to sleep, my mind reflecting on everything that happened today.


Not as much as a cliffhanger as my last chapter...:3 So, how did you guys like it? Oh, for those that didn't notice something, I'm going to tell you something that you didn't notice (or maybe you did...) This chapter wasn't meant to sound like previous chapters. The tone is different, more like Jane's POV than Sydney's. In case you were wondering, I did this because I wanted to reflect on how Sydney felt worried about Jane. So...yeah. Review please! THANKS TO THOSE WHO FAVORITED/REVIEWED/FOLLOWED! I will thank all of you guys a lot because it means a lot to me. Anyways, I hope you accept my apology about the contest! Sorry...T.T -TheSeaGirl1234