Chapter 2

The last thing I remember before I passed out is that I was talking to a Satyr, who hit me with a cudgel in the head because I didn't want to come with him to his stupid camp. I don't need help! I am a great warrior! I could kick his butt! He just… caught me unready. I felt someone shaking my shoulder.

"Young lady. Wake up," My head really hurt, I felt like I kicked by a horse.

"Wh… Where am I?" I mumbled.

"Sorry about the accident. Glison isn't very patient," Now I saw it clearly. A half man, half horse, stood in front of me. He had white fur, and brown beard. A Centaur. "By the way, I'm Chiron."

Oh, the camp director. "Nice to meet you. See ya." I tried to storm out of the room, but he stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Out of here."

"Yeah, you can go out of here in two months. You have to train."

"Oh, you think I don't know how to fight? You think I don't know I'm a demigod? Well, you're wrong. You wanna test me? Go ahead." What, he thought I survived all of these years just because I got lucky?

"Fine. Do you know who your godly parent is?"

"Ah… No?"

"So if you want me to test you, you will have to wait until tomorrow. We are playing Capture The Flag. You know what Capture The Flag is, right?" What, he thinks I'm stupid? Of course I do!

"Well, yeah!"

"So will staying in Hermes cabin for now. Percy, come here!" Percy? Nice name. Like Perseus? Maybe not…

"Yes, Chiron?" A boy, looks like in my age, and have the features as me, including the hair and eyes, came in to the room. He had jet black hair, sea green eyes, a pug nose and full lips. He was wearing an orange t – shirt with the words Camp Half Blood, and a pair of jeans. He was very tall, like six feet, and he had muscles.

"Would you take Riley to cabin 9? She is staying with us," I gave him a glare. "For now."

He glanced at me. "Sure. Come on."

I followed him.

"So my name is Percy Jackson. I'm on cabin 3…" I interrupted him.

"Let me guess… Poseidon?"

He looked at me with his mouth open. "Yeah… How did you know that?"

I shrugged. "It just seems to make sense. Ya know, Zeus probably will want to be number one. But then there's Hera that can't take one, so she will take two. So Poseidon will get number three."

"Never thought about it that way. You want me to show you the place first?"

"Do I have a choice?"

He laughed. "… No."

I laughed, too. "Then take the lead, captain."

"Left, right, left, sailor."

He showed me the arena, and the lake, and the climbing wall, and the pegasi stable, and the woods. It was amazing. But, of course, I didn't show it.

"So what do you say?"

"It's nice."

"Just nice? It's amazing! It is the best place on the planet!"

"Maybe for you. Nobody wants me nowhere, so no place is the planet is the best for me. Even not this place, 'cause I know they would kick me out from here, too." It was true.

"I think every demigod that was here in the beginning thought that. You will get use to that, you'll see. So you see that girl over there?" He pointed on a blonde girl with gray eyes that stood near the bathroom. He said the words "That girl over there" like they are the best words in the world. I glanced at him. Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm sure he has something with that girl.

"What about her?"

"That's Annabeth Chase. Cabin 6, Athena."

Ah, Goddess Of Wisdom & Battle Strategy. I hate Wisegirls. "You have something with her?"

He blushed. "Why?"

"Never mind." I knew it. It's like I can read that boy. Weird.

"And that girl. That's Clarisse. Don't mess with her if you don't want to find your head stuck in a toilet." He pointed on a large girl with dark brown eyes and brown hair, who was holding a spare, and training in the arena.

"Why?"

"Know the stories about how people didn't want to mess with Ares? Well, that's exactly the point."

Oh, an Ares creep. I'll handle it. I started walking towards her. Percy grabbed my shoulder.

"What are you doing? She will pulverize you!"

"Look, I have my ways. If I will get hurt… You have Nectar & Ambrosia, right?" And I kept walking.

"Hey," I told her.

She turned around. "What do you want, dwarf?"

I smiled. I could use some training. "Clarisse, right?"

"Who wants to know?"

"No one. I just wanted to check if your hobby is really sticking people's heads in toilet bowls."

"Why, do you wanna try, Shorty?"

"Maybe. If you mean by that to stuck your head in the toilet bowl."

She pulled out her spare. "Just try me."

"Love to." I took of me brooch, and threw it in the air. It turned into my bow and quiver.

"Oh, so you are defined?"

"Not really. Just a little something I have." I shoot an arrow towards her helmet, and it fell off.

"You know you're goanna pay for that, right?"

I smiled, and grabbed her spare. "I have a feeling that somebody already broke your spare, right? Well, consider it as a Déjà vu," I broke her spare, and threw it on the ground. "I hope that this will teach you to behave."

I threw my bow in the air, and it turned back to brooch. "See ya on Capture The Flag."

"Yeah. You will. And your grave, too, dwarf. You have just opened a front with me."

I laughed. "Wow, your self esteem is really high."