Author's Note: Back with yet another story. This is my second collaboration. Hope you guys enjoy.

Disclaimer: As SweetDragonSeeker would say, we're just playing in their sandbox. I only own Rosaleen, Colin, Andy, and Stephen. SweetDragonSeeker owns Jarred, Katerina, and Tess. Otherwise Rick Riordan owns everyone else.

When Percy walked into camp, he could feel all eyes on him. Annabeth sauntered over to him with a smile.

"Hey, why is everyone staring?" Percy asked. Annabeth grinned.

"We got some new campers," She answered. That didn't really answer his question, but by then they had arrived at his cabin.

"See you at training," Annabeth said. She gave him a quick kiss before she left. He walked into the cabin and stopped short. In front of him stood a slim, pale young woman. She had black hair that hung two inches below her shoulders and when she turned to face him, he saw her eyes were bright blue.

"Who are you?" tumbled from his mouth.

"Princess of England Rosaleen Boleyn," She answered coolly and lifted her chin a little. Her name jogged a thought but Percy couldn't place it. Percy could almost see a crown resting on her head.

"And who are you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. If Percy didn't know better, he'd say she was looking down her nose at him.

"Percy…Percy Jackson, head counselor of this cabin. What are you doing here?" Percy answered putting emphasis on his position.

"Well, obviously I'm the daughter of Poseidon," she answered haughtily. Percy couldn't help but hate her. He rolled his eyes and unpacked quietly, occasionally muttering petulantly about how he liked Tyson better. Once he was finished he left the cabin. He heard Rosaleen follow behind him. They reached the training ground, and he walked over to Jarred.

"Hey," Percy said. Jarred was tall, around 6'3'', lean, had curly black hair, and amber eyes. He was also the head counselor for the Nike cabin.

"See you met your roommate," Jarred said as he nodded toward a group of four. Percy could see Rosaleen surrounded by three boys. All were taller than her: one had short, spiky, dirty blonde hair; another had a mop of curly brown hair; and the final one had short, spiky red hair.

"Who are they?" Percy asked.

"Colin Knox, son of Aphrodite, is the blonde; Andrew Roosevelt, son of Athena, is the brunette; and Stephen O'Connor, son of Hepestaus, the red head," Jarred answered. Annabeth walked over and nodded at Jarred.

"Those four aren't the only new campers," she added. "There are two more: Katerina Arcon, daughter of Apollo and Tess Reinmen, daughter of Hecate," she gestured to the Apollo and Hecate cabins.

"Annabeth, why does the name Boleyn sound familiar?" Percy asked thoughtfully.

"King Henry the Eighth, Anne Boleyn; any bells ringing?" Annabeth asked resignedly.

"Oh. Shouldn't she be dead then?" Percy asked.

"Hypothetically, yes; they should all be dead." Annabeth replied.

"What happened?" Percy asked.

"Nico fished them out," Jarred replied, straight faced. Percy's face was priceless; it basically said 'are you serious?'

"Nah, just kidding. They got stuck in the Lotus Hotel or, as it was called in their time, the Lotus Tavern/Bar," Jarred said. Percy nodded and glanced back at the new group.

"Okay…"

Rosaleen sat on the shore with the water up to her waist. Colin was stretched out on his back in the sand nearby. His shirt was off, and the stylized cross on his right peck stood in stark relief against his light skin, showing how new it was. He had gotten it because he had lost a drunken bet with Stephen who sat next to him with Andy on his other side. Further down the beach, Jarred was playing cards with a water nymph. The nymph was winning – for now. Rosaleen was creating waves absently as Stephen and Colin bickered, as usual. Those two were always fighting, or so it seemed. Luckily the water helped her think and relax. By now everyone in camp knew she was a princess, with the exception of the few who didn't listen to rumors.

"Rose! Watch it!" Andy called. Rosaleen looked up and realized that the waves had reached all the way up the beach to slosh the boys.

"Hey, Princess! I was winning!" Jarred yelled angrily as his cards were swept away by the water.

"Oops. You want me to get them back?" Rose asked, pulling them out of the water. He shook his head as one of the cards fell apart.

"No," he said with a sigh, getting up and walking away.

"Way to go, lass." Stephen said. Rosaleen sighed and rolled her eyes at her 'brother'. They were a weird group. Two from old England, one of Scottish/Irish decent, and Theodore Roosevelt's son; it just went to show that even drastically different people could get along.

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