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Percy POV

After seeing the curtain move, I was a little more cautious of my surroundings. It creeped me out and I don't even really know why. I looked over at Annabeth and saw that she was just looking around. I got my notebook and wrote-

"What's up there?"

I tapped her on the shoulder and rose up the notebook for her to see.

Her face went white as she shook her head.

"Nothing lives there, it's just the attic."

I could automatically tell that she was lying to me and I hate liars.

"You're lying, what's up there?"

Annabeth looked down at her shoes then looked at me again with a slight glare on her face.

"Nothing is up there, okay, so drop it!"

I rolled my eyes but decided to cooperate, which I usually never do.

After a minute of silence we came across an average looking cabin, well average compared to the other cabins I've seen. I looked around more and my mind automatically analyzed everything my eyes were seeing at that moment. I could tell that this was cabin eleven. It looked really old and worn down. The brown paint was peeling and over the doorway was a gold caduceus which was also Hermes symbol of power. It made sense seeing as this was his cabin.

Annabeth opened the door and took a step inside while I looked inside to observe.

It looked just as I suspected and a little worse. It was packed full of people, boys and girls were walking or lying down everywhere. There were more people then there were bunk beds. Spread all over the floor was a bunch of clothes and sleeping bags. It looked like a gym where the Red Cross had set up an evacuation center. After I was done looking around the room, I focused my attention on the people in the room. They were all staring at me whether to size me up or check me out I didn't really care. My attention was on one person, the same person that was currently staring at me while walking forward towards where I was standing.

"Percy Jackson, meet cabin eleven." Annabeth exclaimed, she wasn't looking at me she was staring at the older male, blushing a light pink.

"Is he a Regular or Undetermined?" Called a random camper from within the cabin.

I didn't know what that meant but I had an idea of what the meaning was. It didn't really matter because Annabeth answered that I was Undetermined anyway. After she said this, a lot of whining started coming from some of the cabin eleven members. A couple people just grinned cheerily, one of those people was the older male I was staring at before.

"Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have my bed if you want. Or, you can have that spot on the floor over there."

He was looking me straight in the eye, with so much intensity and focus, that he might as well be staring at my soul.

This intense gaze broke when Annabeth spoke up again.

"This is Luke and he will be your counselor for now." She told me, looking at Luke with that pink blush still on her face.

I looked Luke up and down, just observing like I normally do.

The dude was about nineteen, he didn't look to bad either. He was tall and muscular, with short cropped sandy blond hair and dark sky blue eyes. He wore a friendly smile that seemed fake for reasons I don't know...yet. Apart from facial expression he wore an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals, and a leather necklace with five different-colored clay beads. Looking back at his face for a moment I saw that he had a large, thick white scar that ran from just beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash or a monsters claw.

After doing my observations I brought out my notebook and quickly wrote down a question that had been on my mind.

"Why did you say for now?"

I turned my notebook towards Annabeth but Luke answered first.

"You're undetermined," Luke explained patiently. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

I nodded my head in understanding. All of a sudden two almost identical boys appeared in front of me, both with matching trouble making grins on their faces.

"Hey I'm Connor Stoll and this is my bro-"

"Travis, nice to see you, I mean meet you!"

After this unusual introduction the whole cabin burst out laughing aside from Annabeth and Luke who had annoyed looks on their faces.

I waved at the two teens in front of me with a small smile on my face.

"Wow you look even better in person!" Connor exclaimed right at the same time Travis yelled

"If you were a girl I would totally tap that!"

I will admit that I blushed but it didn't mean that I was attracted to them!

"Hey, knock it off before I give you laps in class today." Luke said, rolling his eyes.

He turned his attention on me.

"Sorry about that it's just something you have to get used to."

I gave him a big smile and quickly wrote something down on my notebook.

"It's okay, it was pretty amusing to be honest."

Luke laughed a little awkwardly and shook his head.

I smiled at him again and then looked around at the campers' faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing me as if they were waiting for a chance to pick my pockets.

"Hey, Percy you want me to get you settled while you finish your tour. I could get you ready for your stay." Luke offered with a grin on his face.

I shrugged my shoulders and gave him the few items I was carrying with me.

"Thank you"

"No problem" He said still looking in my eyes with a bright smile on his face.

""Come on," Annabeth told me with a slight frown of irritation on her face.

"I'll show you the volleyball court."

"I've already seen it."

"Just come on." She grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside.

"What's your problem?"

I will admit that I was starting to get really angry now

. "All I know is, I kill some ugly monster and everyone thinks I'm a god or something"

"Don't talk like that!" Annabeth told me.

"You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

"What, the chance to get killed?"

"To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?"

I shook my head in annoyance and irritation.

"Look, if I fought the Minotaur, the same one in the stories then there's only one right."

"Yes."

"And he died, thousands of years ago, Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So how was he alive in this time period?"

"Monsters don't die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don't die."

"Oh, thanks. That clears it up." I rolled my eyes too hoping that she would notice my sarcasm.

"They don't have souls, like you and me. You can dispel them for a while, maybe even for a whole lifetime if you're lucky. But they are primal forces. Chiron calls them archetypes. Eventually, they re-form."

I thought about Mrs. Dodds.

"You mean if I killed one, accidentally, with a sword they could come back?"

"The Fur … I mean, your math teacher. That's right. She's still out there. You just made her very very pissed off."

"How did you know about Mrs. Dodds?"

"I overheard a conversation between some people." She said looking anywhere but me.

"You almost called her something. A Fury? Aren't they Hades' torturers?"

A clash of thunder cut through the air.

Annabeth glanced nervously at the ground, as if she expected it to open up and swallow her. "You shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones, if we have to speak of them at all."

I rolled my eyes at the thunder and her nervous antics.

"Is there anything we can say without it thundering?"

I seemed bitchy right now, even to myself, but right then I didn't care.

"Why do I have to stay in cabin eleven, anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there."

I pointed to the first few cabins, and Annabeth turned pale.

"You don't just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or … your parent." She explained to me still looking a little nervous. She kept stared at me, probably waiting for me to get it even though I got it already.

I nodded my head to show that I understood perfectly.

"My mom is Sally Jackson, she works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. Well, at least, she used to."

Even as I was writing this sentence, a strange gut feeling told me that the woman Sally Jackson wasn't really my birth mother. That couldn't be true though, so I decided to ignore that feeling...at least for now that is.

Part two will be up soon...I hope! Don't forget to comment and check out my other story on Wattpad because I will be updating that story to!

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