When they reached their destination, the sun was up high in the sky. If it wasn't for the huge copper-scaled dragon that slept up on the hill before them, the Host Club would have dashed out the car. Instead, they sat there, unmoving.

Kyoya was the first to get out. He stretched his long, slender arms out and then turned to the other members of the Host Club. He had a questioning look on his face. When he caught their gaze, it took him a moment to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

"Don't mind him," the bespectacled demigod assured. "He's harmless, unless you try to get the fleece."

Haruhi's gaze never left the dragon. "Oh. What fleece?"

"That one," Kyoya said, pointing at a high branch that had a cloth dangling over it. "It was a hassle trying to get that, or so I heard. Clarrise La Rue went out on a quest to save Thalia's tree, but a few other kids snuck out and went with her." He paused, seemingly in deep thought, before dreamily adding, "I wish I could go on a quest like that."

"Why? Don't you go on quests, too?"

"No. Only those who are good enough get to go." There was a sad twinkle in Kyoya's eyes. "Anyways, let's get going. We might be able to catch up on breakfast."

The growl that emitted from Haruhi's stomach told her it wasn't just satisfied with the sandwich she ate. "Yeah."

. . .

After lots and lots of convincing, Kyoya managed to talk the Host Club into getting out of the car.

They all walked behind of him, taking slow and careful steps. It must have been the first time Haruhi has ever seen the Host Club this quiet, this careful, this serious – it sort of gave her an uneasy feeling in her stomach. It was so, so, so wrong.

From up close, she could see how big the dragon was. It was large enough to wrap itself around the pine tree, which, she must add, was humungous. It was awake now and was staring at them with a scrutinizing gaze, summing them up; probably trying to tell whether they were friend or foe.

"Hey, Peleus," Kyoya greeted, stopping a moment to pat the dragon on the head. "How are you?"

The dragon gave out a satisfied growl, or so Haruhi thought, that sounded something in between a hiss and purr. Steam escaped from its nostrils like a tea kettle.

"Peleus, meet my friends. They're on our side so you don't have to worry, okay?" Kyoya patted Peleus one more time before turning to continue their journey to who-knows-where.

As they passed the tree, Haruhi noticed a marble sign carried by two pillars. The words were hard to decipher from her dyslexia, but she can make it out: CAMP HALF-BLOOD.

Beyond the sign, she could see the camp. There was a building with no walls, but four carved marble pillars the held the roof with desks. A volleyball court stood not far from where they were, empty. Next to the court was a tall house painted blue. Then farther after a dirt path separated the next piece of land, which held much more buildings.

"This is amazing! I never knew that commoner summer camp looked this cool," Tamaki stated, awed.

Kyoya smiled, fixing his sliding glasses' position. "Well, rich kids come here too, you know. It's not all commoners. Take me and some of the Aphrodite campers for example. Their designer bags and finely tailored clothing don't just pop out of nowhere."

"Oh, that's cool." Tamaki squinted his eyes, trying to get a better view on what was across the dirt path. "Wait a minute. Who is Aphrodite?"

"The goddess of love, sex, and beauty, right?" Haruhi inquired curiously. "Well, that's what I could remember from our tour back at Greece."

"Wow, you're a real good at remembering, Haruhi." Kyoya flashed her one of his that's a first smiles. "But yes, she is the goddess of love, sex, and beauty."

"I wouldn't be surprised if Tamaki was her son," said Hikaru.

"Yeah, totally." joined Kaoru.

"After all," the both started in unison, "he is a sucker for love and beauty."

"H-Hey! You make it sound like some shallow boy!" Tamaki huffed, pointing an accusing finger at the two. His cheeks were red with anger and embarrassment.

The twins tilted their heads. "Aren't you?"

At that moment, it felt that someone had struck Tamaki with an arrow; the (not so) mighty king fell into a state of melancholy, an aura of sorrow wrapped around his beautiful figure. He kept quiet after that.

Haruhi saw a group of buildings, made with such diversity that she was left in awe. There was a low building with tough gray paint, an elegant white marble building with carved columns, a building that seemed to shine gold in the sunlight, and so much more. She had to wonder who could have designed such beautiful, unique buildings and she thought about how long it took to make it as perfect as they all looked.

"Those are the cabins," said Kyoya, who had caught her gaze. "That's where the campers stay. You'll all be staying in the Hermes cabin until you are claimed, which shall be tonight. . . most probably. Ever since the Second Titan War, demigods have been claimed much more quickly."

"Second Titan War?" parroted Honey. "There was a war? How come we never knew of this?"

Kyoya smiled mysteriously. "Mist."

Before Honey could ask any more questions, they finally reached their destination. They stopped at a pavilion with four marble pillars that were wedged at the corners with torches. Long tables covered with white table cloth were sat on by kids of many ages. The smell of barbecue, strawberries, grapes, apples, cheese and fresh bread filled the air with a wonderful aroma.

When they entered, the occupants stopped a moment to stare at them. Their gaze was scrutinizing; they were probably sizing them up, seeing if they were worth the time. Haruhi couldn't help but notice the similarities the kids at each tables held. At one table, the group all had storm gray eyes. At another table, the group all had smirks and sharp noses. Then at another table, they all had tough and worn-out hands. Are they all related? wondered Haruhi.

A strange creature – a centaur – approached the group. At the top half of his body, he was a man that wore a tweed suit and red necktie; and at the bottom, he was an elegant white stallion. He shot them all a welcoming smile, staring at them evenly with a warm gaze. "Hello," he greeted. "I'm guessing you've brought new campers, Kyoya?"

"Yes, Chiron," Kyoya replied in his ever-so-fluent English. "They are my friends from Japan. We were attacked by an empousa. I was forced to take them here. They will learn how to fight, yes? They're all pansies so it may be hard to train."

"Hey!" Tamaki protested in choppy English, "We are all not pansies!"

"Ah, yes, how rude of me." Kyoya fixed his glasses' position. "Honey and Mori here have been trained in martial arts so it may be easier to train them. The rest, however. . . Well, it may be tricky."

"I see," Chiron said, stroking his curly beard. "This will be like old times. I remember when you were still a young one. You couldn't even lift a sword." He laughed. "Well, why don't you all eat first? You have impeccable timing, it's breakfast! Your friends can go sit in the Hermes table until they are decided."

"Where is a Hermes table?" Haruhi inquired curiously in the same choppy English as Tamaki. She only understood 'sit' and 'Hermes table'. The rest. . . well, she hasn't been the best in English, though she does get high marks.

"Oh! My bad, I forgot they were all Japanese." Chiron smiled apologetically and asked slowly, "Do—you—understand?"

"Yes," the Host club replied in unison. They paused, glanced at each other, and burst into laughter. It felt good to laugh, Haruhi thought, after all these bizarre events.

"Okay. Then—you—sit—at—the—table—there. It—is—temporary."

The Host Club nodded and went off to the table with the sharp-nosed kids. They sat down and with a start, noticed that Kyoya had not followed them; instead, he sat with the table with gray-eyed occupants. He shot an apologetic smile when they caught their gaze. 'Rules,' he mouthed.

Haruhi, feeling a little betrayed, looked away. She could see the beach with its white sand and crystal blue waters at the side. It was a nice view – it sort of relaxed her, watching the gentle waves go back and forth in a rhythm.

The sound of a plate gently being set in front of her snapped her out of her trance. She glanced at the plate, which held the variety of food she had seen: barbecue, strawberries, grapes, apples, a loaf of fresh bread, cheese. . . The sight of it made her mouth water and her stomach grumble. On the side was an empty goblet. She glanced at the person who placed the plate in front of her, a beautiful lady with long brown hair. "Say what you want to drink and it will fill up," she said.

Haruhi understood a portion of it and whispered, a little reluctantly, "Japanese green tea." At the moment the last word spilled out of her mouth, the goblet was filled with steaming hot tea. The brunette blinked, not believing that it actually filled itself with green tea.

"Pretty cool, right?" A guy with a curly mop of brown hair asked, a small smile on his face. "Never thought it would work, hm?"

It took Haruhi a moment to process what he had just said. His English was so slang it nearly gave her a nosebleed. Slowly and cautiously, she said, "Yes."

The guy smiled. "Cute. Your accent, I mean." He jabbed a piece of barbecue with his for, stuffing it in his mouth before speaking, "I'm Connor Stoll. The co-counselor of the Hermes cabin."

"I am Haruhi Fujioka. Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure is all mine."

Haruhi smiled politely at him before picking up a fork. Okay, so how the heck do Americans even use these things? Well, better find out, thought Haruhi before violently stabbing a piece of barbecue.

. . .

The moment she entered the Hermes cabin, she saw a couple of kids in a circle, muttering excitedly to themselves. When they saw her, they flinched and instantly scurried away. They had been engrossed into a duffle bag – her father's duffle bag. And it was wide open.

She jogged over to the bag and glared at one of the kids who had been rummaging through her duffle bag. He raised his hands in surrender.

The inside was filled with clothes, toiletries, books and an old cell phone. Her dad had everything prepared for summer camp, even carefully placing the books she loved into the bag. It made her heart ache to talk to him more, but she had no money and Kyoya was nowhere to be found. Wait, the cell phone—ah, but Kyoya said not to use cell phones. . . Still, it wouldn't hurt, right?

Haruhi gingerly lifted up the cell phone and pressed a button to turn it on, but instead of the screen lighting up, it turned into a spear—the same spear that her father had used earlier against that empousa.

The whole cabin gasped. "H-Hey, we know we rummaged through your stuff, but there's no need to maim us," said one kid. "Really, we didn't take anything important."

"Uh, no, I just. . ." Haruhi's voice trailed off, unable to find the words. She, after all, was just trying to turn on a cell phone.

"Please put that away," Connor ordered. "You're making the campers jumpy."

"But I don't. . . know how to." was Haruhi's reply. She honestly was confused – how could a cell phone turn into a spear? It didn't make sense. But then again, she saw Kyoya's glasses turn into a sword. "I was just trying to open a cell phone."

"Avoid using cell phones," another guy said. He had the same mop of curly brown hair and sharp nose as Connor. "They attract monsters."

Haruhi nodded in response. Was he his brother?

"Okay, just imagine how it once was. Then will it to turn back. Easy as that." said Connor. "It's a little tricky, but you'll get used to it."

Haruhi nodded and closed her eyes, imagining the cell phone that the spear once was: the light blue shell, the little buttons, the Nokia symbol just below the screen. . . She felt something shift in her hands and when she opened her eyes, she saw she was holding a cell phone rather than a spear. It worked, Haruhi thought.

"Okay!" Connor smiled, clapping his hands. "Now that-that's done, everyone please clean up! Cabin inspection starts

The whole cabin groaned.

. . .

The day unfolded strangely after that. The camp activities seemed okay, but the fact that Haruhi was seeing women coming out from trees and creatures with the top of a man and the bottom of a goat sort of unsettled her. She wasn't used to see such weird things and every time one of those goat-man-things greets her, she couldn't help but shrink away behind the Host Club. She knew it was rude, but she couldn't help it!

Her father was always on her mind, however. The thought of him made her stomach twist into a guilty not. She had left him in the school without considering his safety from the monsters that lurked within. She wonders if he was okay.

She tried her best to keep herself occupied with the camp activities until she could contact him. She forced herself to pay attention to the ancient Greek lectures and she tried to stay down-to-earth when they picked strawberries. But to no avail, her mind kept wondering to her father.

It was a little after five when Kyoya approached the Host Club, who all was gathered around Firework Beach. They thought that if they had a little time to themselves, they'd piece together their falling sanity. After all, their world was still crumbling – the normal, peaceful world that they used to live in.

"Spending your free time watching the ocean, huh," Kyoya commented. "Never thought you guys were sentimental."

"Oh, hey, Kyoya. Glad you could join us. Come sit next to Papa." Tamaki's statement was half-hearted along with the motion of patting the sand beside him.

"I know it's hard," Kyoya started, settling down next to Tamaki, "but you'll get used to it."

"It's actually pretty cool," Kaoru blurted out. "Minus the monsters, danger, and death."

"I'm glad that you are adjusting finely to this, Kaoru."

"Not really."

There was silence after that. The gentle rise and fall of the waves was the only sound that was present. It was strange for the Host Club to be this quiet, but Haruhi guessed that they could be like this when they wanted to; after all, they aren't all just full of antics.

"Okay!" Kyoya clapped his hands, disrupting the gentle silence. "Who wants to call their parents first?"

That seemed to catch their attention.

"Me first," Haruhi quickly said. "Please."

"Well, okay. Ladies first, I suppose." Kyoya brought out a golden drachma and handed it to Haruhi. "First of, create a rainbow. There's water over there so if you find the right patch, you'll see a rainbow reflected somewhere there. Then throw the drachma into the air and say, 'Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering.' After that, think of whoever you want to talk with."

Haruhi nodded. Her fingers shook slightly. This was it. She was going to see her dad. After a long time of waiting, she was finally going to see him.

She got up and went into the tide, pulling up her high school uniform's pant legs to prevent them from getting soaked. When she found a patch of rainbow, she threw the drachma in the air and said, "Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering!"

The coin flipped a few times in the air before disappearing. Slowly, the image of her father came into view. Haruhi let out a relieved sigh when she saw him slaving away in front of the TV. He was okay. Thank goodness.

When he saw her, he nearly dropped the tub of mint chocolate ice cream he was holding. "Haruhi?" her father choked out, leaning close to the image. "Since when—Oh, my gosh, you're okay. I was so worried, why didn't you call sooner- I just- I'm so glad you're safe."

"Dad, relax," Haruhi said. "I'm fine here. Not a scratch on my body, though I am a little stinky. I haven't taken a bath yet." She smiled sheepishly. "How are you? You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, I'm not. I immediately went home after you left the school. Did you get the package I sent?"

"Yes. A few kids were going through it, though. . . Seriously, I hope they didn't take anything."

"It's okay; I'll send more stuff for you if that happens! Oh, I'm so glad you're safe. What happened? Tell Daddy everything, sweetheart."

Haruhi began to spill everything – from the crazy car ride to the Laistrygonian giant to how they reached camp. At the end of her explanation, the image began to fade. She panicked at first, but Kyoya had told her that she had run out of time. It calmed her out a bit, but she was reluctant of letting the conversation go. She wanted to keep talking to her dad.

Before the image disappeared completely, she heard her dad give a faint goodbye.

. . .

It was when they gathered around by the campfire that things started to get exciting. The Host Club was given an explanation that the campfire was enchanted; it would rise and change color depending on their campers' moods. The Host Club seemed excited to test this out, chattering amongst themselves on how high they can probably make it go.

Just as they sacrificed a portion of their food ("It's mandatory," said Connor), a shield with the face of a woman that had snakes for hair suddenly appeared over both Haruhi and Mori's head, glowing ghastly in the dim lighting. A spear hung over Honey's head while Tamaki was surrounded by a misty pink aura. The image of a staff with two snakes wrapped around it hung over Hikaru and Kaoru's head.

Everyone in the campfire gaped at the Host Club before bursting out into applause and roars of cheering. "They've been claimed!" they heard someone say; "Alright, new additions to our cabin!" another person said; and "SUCK IT UP, LOSERS, A NEW CHILD OF ARES HAS COME!" was shouted.

The Host Club stood there, bewildered, not even noticing that the images began to disappear like smoke. Kyoya approached them with a smile.

"Congrats, you've been claimed by your godly parents. It's a great honor, you know?" Kyoya added, Never expected Mori and Haruhi to be my half siblings, though. . ."

"Wait, wait—What?" Haruhi was completely baffled with Kyoya's last sentence. Mori, her, and Kyoya – siblings? That. . . That's just. . .

"You have been claimed by your parents," Kyoya repeated. "You will now move out of the Hermes cabin, but Hikaru and Kaoru has to stay. They're children of Hermes, after all."

"We're what?" Hikaru and Kaoru asked, slowly recovering from the shock.

"This must be very confusing for you guys, sorry. But to put it short, we all know who your godly parents are so you have to move into your respective cabins."

"Wait, who are they?" Tamaki asked. The pink aura was still around him and he seemed to be a bit more charming than usual.

"Well, Mori and Haruhi are children of Athena, just like me; Honey is the son of Ares; Tamaki, you're the son of Aphrodite (as expected); and Hikaru and Kaoru are the sons of Hermes."

"Okay. . . I think I'm catching your drift." Hikaru said a little wearily. He was still confused, but he understood his explanation just a bit. "So, where do we sit?"

Kyoya directed each of them to their respective seats, telling them that they'll be sitting with them from now on. The groups greeted their new occupants excitedly, going on and on about how amazing their stay will be.

And as the campers sang, stuffing food into their mouths, the flames of the fire turned a bright gold that reached more than 30 feet high.

A/N: Sorry, but I don't know what their symbols would be if they were claimed so I just. . . yeah. ;^;