Andy's POV
I could hear Tarah giggling and gasping behind me. She seemed to be having the time of her life up here. Callie, to my surprise, seemed to have relaxed now that we were in the air, but she kept eyeing Jackson, my Pegasus, as if she expected to be thrown off at any moment.

"Look!" Tarah shouted, and she pointed to a distant city on the horizon. "Is that NYC? Is that where we're going?"

I just smiled and kept my mouth shut. Better to let them see for themselves.

I could see where the magical boundaries of camp started, but to the girls, it was just a small strawberry farm, nothing of interest. They continued to stare at the city in the distance.

We crossed the line of camp, and suddenly we could see the whole of Camp Half-Blood spread out beneath us. It had been nearly thirty three years since the War of the Big Three, and just as predicted, the gods had been rather…lax…in their promises. Camp attendance was very low, and my cabin, Hermes, has been filling up with unclaimed campers as of late.

Still, the cabins were bustling with activity as campers worked on their various projects. I could see Hephaestus campers greeting Cyclops visitors on the beach, Demeter girls braiding the hair of the Aphrodite cabin, Athena kids building a complex maze in preparation for Friday's games. In the distance, I could see some of the young Poseidon kids riding on the back of a sea serpent like cowboys.

Tarah and Callie were freaking out behind me, but I didn't pay much attention. Jackson hated landing with three people on his back. As a matter of fact, he hated flying with three people period. But he was the only Pegasus strong enough, so he was volunteered for the job.

We landed, rather awkwardly, and Callie was thrown off into the lake. Oops.

She climbed out, sputtering and soaking, and hobbled back to Tarah and I. Tarah laughed, and Callie glared at Jackson.

"Come on, you two. I need to introduce you to Chiron. He's…well…you'll see."

"Chiron. As in the centaur who trained heroes in Ancient Greece, son of Kronos, friend of the old Greek Gods?" Callie spoke up.

"Uh…yeah. How'd you know that?" I turned to the two of them and saw Tarah shrug. Callie looked calm and unsurprised.

"Oh, come on! It's not that hard to figure out! Tarah and I have been researching the old Greek stories for years, ever since we started to get attacked by what SEEMS to be every Greek monster known to man." Callie stated.

I raised my eyebrow and looked at Tarah.

"Well…considering the facts, it made sense. 'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.' Sherlock Holmes," she shrugged.

"You read?" I asked them. These girls were getting stranger by the minute.

"No," Callie replied. "I'm dyslexic."

"Heck yeah! Everything: history, mythology, fiction, science. It's the only reason why my ADD didn't affect my grades too bad." Tarah said before kneeling down and staring at the surface of the lake. The naiads waved at her, and she giggled. "So what's this then? A camp for everyone who can see the monsters?"

"Something like that," I decided I should get them to Chiron as fast as possible.

I don't know how, but I managed to get them both to the big house without any more trouble. We were met on the porch by Chiron, and the girls didn't bat an eye at his bottom half. He waited for the normal gasp of surprise, which I know he just LOVES. When nothing happened, he shrugged and introduced himself.

"Hello girls, I'm Chiron," he held out his hand, and Tarah eagerly shook it, but Callie just shied away. She wasn't loving the whole horse thing. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."

"Camp…what?" Callie raised an eyebrow.

"Half-blood. As in half-god half-mortal. This is a camp…for the children of the gods." I replied.
Tarah suddenly started laughing hysterically. She laughed so hard she started wheezing and she sounded like a dying bunny. Callie sighed and grabbed her by the shoulders to calm her down. When she could finally breathe again, she choked out, "Told…you…so."

"Oh, shut up," Callie rolled her eyes. "So is that what we are then? Children of the gods? Because it doesn't make much sense. Not for Tarah at least."

"Why not?" Chiron frowned. "You both have been pursued by monsters for years. Also, you had a guardian looking after you."

"Not just any guardian," I interrupted. "You had Mariclease. She's the one who told Natasha to come for you two in the first place. Who knows how long she's been watching you?!"

"What's a guardian? And how could I possibly be the daughter of a god, I inherited traits from both of my parents! I have my mother's hair and my father's eyes! Wouldn't I need to only be related to one of them?" Tarah looked at her necklace and sword. There was something strange about them, something I hadn't noticed before.

"Tarah, can I see those please?" I asked.

She frowned, "Why? It's just my father's necklace and my mother's sword." She held on to them firmly.

"Tarah, please, it's important!" I persuaded. She reluctantly undid the clasp on her necklace and handed it over with the sword. I examined the necklace closely, and I gasped when I realized I was indeed correct. I turned to the sword, and found that once again, I had guessed right.

"Chiron, take a look at this."

Chiron examined the heirlooms, and his eyes widened. "But…that's not possible!"

"What? What's wrong with them?" Tarah grabbed her stuff from Chiron and quickly replaced them on her neck and side.

"Nothing, it's just…You're sure those belonged to BOTH of your parents?" I asked.

"Yes, my parents giving them to me is the last thing I remember before they died. Is that important?"

"It means," I heard a voice say behind me, "that both of your parents were demigods. You're the granddaughter of two different gods."