A/N I am changing this one a bit too. Bear with me.

Disclaimer: I do not claim any rights to the Percy Jackson series. I do not claim rights to his characters, only the characters I created such as Blake and Cameron.

Blake couldn't help but stare at the centaur. His bright white torso caught Blake's eyes. He couldn't believe a centaur was standing in front of him. The centaur replaced his grim face with a welcoming smile. Both the centaur and the girl standing next to him wore their best fake smiles, but he could see right through it. Meanwhile the rain had Blake chilled to the bone and Callie was getting heavy. While he was fighting Marcus Blake hadn't even noticed it, but now that the adrenaline had stopped pumping he could feel the pain in his chest and back.

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, godling," The centaur, whose name is Chiron, said in his loud booming voice.

"What happened to Callie? And Ellie?" Thalia asked hoping with all that was in her that Callie was okay and Ellie was trailing behind.

"The venti knocked her out. And…and you'll find out about Ellie." Blake said with his voice full of sorrow. Blake nervously walked forward with Callie in his arms towards the gate. Blake didn't know the proper etiquette, so when he stood before Chiron he bowed down low. The bow was a bit awkward with Callie in his arms.

"That isn't necessary, son," Chiron said with a chuckle. "Where is your protector and Ellie?" Chiron asked with a hint of confusion in his voice.

Blake looked down at the ground sadly "Nick and Ellie died in a fight with the dracaena…"

Chiron didn't know what to say. Nick was one of the Camp's best satyr's, and Ellie was a very skilled archer. "It's a miracle you got here alive. But seeing as how you performed with the Venti, you must be a very powerful demi-god."

Blake blushed lightly hoping Chiron couldn't see it. Blake shivered violently as the wind picked up.

"Let's get you into camp," Chiron said as he reached over and took Callie from his arms and then turned and walked through the arched gateway. Blake slowly followed him.

Blake didn't know what to expect on the other side. What he did see was nothing he would have ever imagined. The sun was shining high in the sky with not a cloud in sight. In front of him there was a large white house. In the distance he could see an arena and different buildings scattered across the landscape. He saw a lake that had several canoes gliding over the smooth surface. There was an oak tree to his right with two mourning doves nesting there. He saw teens all over the place. Some were training in archery, some climbing a strange wall that seemed on fire.

Blake's eyes ate in his surroundings like it was candy. Chiron just smiled. He loved watching new campers. Chiron guided him over towards the Big House. Mr. D. was sitting out front with a Diet Coke in his hand. For a change he wasn't playing Pinochle. Instead, he was just sitting on the porch watching the campers. He had a scowl on his face. It was obvious he didn't want to be here.

"Mr. D. we have a new camper," Chiron said stepping onto the whitewashed porch. Mr. D. looked up at Chiron with a face that showed that he didn't care.

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood where all your dreams come true," Mr. D. said in a mocking voice. Chiron frowned in disapproval.

"Mr. D. as in Dionysus?" Blake asks in awe.

"No, Mr. D. as in the pizza delivery guy. Yes Dionysus, but don't call me that." Mr. D. replied curtly.

Blake couldn't help but grin. He was in the presence of a major god. Before he could say anything Chiron spoke up.

"Cameron!" Chiron called out to a camper walking by. The young man stopped and turned toward the porch. "Will you show Blake here around?"

"Uh sure," Cameron said with a smile. He walked over on the dirt path lined with grape vines (courtesy of Dionysus) towards the porch. "Hi, I'm Cameron but you can call me Cam." Cam said offering his hand for Blake to shake.

"I'm Blake. I don't really have a nick name…" Blake said with a nervous smile.

"Blake, come back after the tour so we can talk." Chiron said as he started to go back to his human form. Blake couldn't help but stare as Chiron stepped into the wheelchair and lowered his backside into it. Blake really shouldn't be surprised anymore after all he had seen, but it still did.

Blake nervously stepped down off the porch and onto the path where Cam was waiting. Cam smiled reassuringly. "Well this is Camp Half-Blood. You have the climbing wall to your left." Cam said pointing at the wall that Blake had thought was on fire. He could see campers in orange tee shirt's clambering up the wall as fast as they could. Luckily they all got to the top when the two walls clanged together. Good thing the teens made it up or they would have been pulverized.

Then we have the archery range. He could see rows of all different bows. His favorite was the bow made of yew wood. He could he the twang of the sinew as the archer released the arrow. The arrow shot through the air with the tail feathers keeping it aloft. The arrow hit just a little to the left of the bulls eye, but still a great shot.

And then Cam showed him the chariot arena. There weren't any people racing, but Blake could imagine what it would be like. This is what he saw in his mind: the hundreds of demi-gods in the stands cheering for their champion, the blood sweat and tears of the participants, and the dust flying up from the horses' hooves.

Next they went to Canoe Lake. There were dozens of canoes out on that beautiful day. The water glistened in the light of the sun. The water was cool and refreshing in the heat. Blake stood on the shore and looked down into the crystal clear water. Blake could see naiads about ten feet down. They were talking and laughing. They could be an average American teen, besides the fact that they were underwater.

And then, lo and behold, they arrived at the cabins. The twelve cabins were arranged like a U. The largest cabins were at the center of the U. All the cabins looked different. The two at the bottom had large white pillars out front. He saw one that was all silver, and one that was all gold. He saw one that was blood red and had a boars head on the door. He tried to avoid that one.

"Well, this is the cabins. You'll be staying in the Hermes cabin until we figure out who your parent is." Cam said pointing towards one of the worst looking cabins there. It was just unpainted wood.

"Who is your parent?" Blake asked Cam curiously. He looked around at all the cabins filled with awe.

"Apollo," Cam said pointing at the golden cabin. "God of the sun, music, poetry, prophecy, healing and who knows what else," Cam said with a laugh.

"So are you good at archery?" Blake asked with a grin. He had always been fascinated by archery.

"I spend most of my time at the range. I would say I'm a pretty good shot," Cam said grinning back. They arrived at the Hermes cabin. "This is where you'll be staying for now, but I think Chiron wants to see you before supper." Cam said pointing back up towards the Big House. "It was nice meeting you! Hopefully we can hang out soon," Cam said as he started walking towards the Apollo cabin.

Blake sighed. What a great day today had turned out to be. He didn't have to worry about monsters. He didn't feel like the only one in his position anymore. These people understand him. With a smile dancing across his face as he thought of all that had happened today, he started to walk up the dirt path to the Big House again.

He arrived there to find Chiron still in his wheelchair on the porch, but Mr. D. wasn't there anymore. "Mr. D. was summoned to Olympus," Chiron explained.

Blake nodded. He wasn't even surprised anymore by the mention of Olympus. "You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes I have to debrief you on your journey here and explain Camp." Chiron said pointing to the chair next to him. Blake sat down on the deck chair. "Well start with your story from the beginning. Did you live with your mother or father?"

Blake nodded and slowly started to tell the story. "Mother," Chiron nodded. So his father is the god. "But she died when I was two. A freak earthquake happened while she was driving and she fell into a crevice that opened up." Blake said with little emotion. "I went to live with my aunt and uncle after that. My uncle hated me. Tried to beat me every chance he could get," Blake said lifting up his sleeve to show bruises on his forearms and turned his head to show them on his neck. "I had always noticed strange things as a kid. People would follow me, finding a dead bird of prey in his bed when he woke up, and stuff like that. But never any real harm was done. Until six months ago that is. I had been in school. When I came home I found the house completely ransacked by the Mares of Diomedes and the dog Laelap. My aunt and uncle were dead, and the monsters were searching for me. That's when Nick came into the picture." Blake said blandly.

/flashback\

Blake looked at the ransacked house. His house. He could hear the moans of his uncle as life started to slip away from his grasp. Blake didn't like his uncle, but he didn't deserve this. He could see the mares and the dog patrolling his house waiting for Blake's return. Blake couldn't just stand there anymore. He had to go and save Aunt Marie and Uncle Zach. He stepped forward towards the house when a hairy arm wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him back into an alley.

"Don't do something you'll regret," The man said. Blake looked up at him in anger. His family was dying and here he was fighting with someone he didn't know in an alley.

"Who are you to stop me?" Blake retorted with a smirk.

"Your protector. I've been watching you for weeks now since your last protector died from in a fight with a Laestrygonian." The man replied.

"My protector?" Blake replied in a sarcastic tone. "Why do I need a protector?"

The man pointed at Blake's house. "That's why. You're a demi-god, and a powerful one at that from the monsters you've attracted." The man replied. "Look I'm Nick. I'm a satyr here to protect you."

Blake looked back at him with confusion evident in his eyes. "…Satyr? As in your half goat?"

Nick chortled. This wasn't the first time someone had asked him that. Nick didn't say anything but pulled down his waist line on his pants and showed the fur beneath. Nick parted his thick curly hair to reveal two small horns. Nick laughed again as the confusion passed to awe on the young boys face.

"Sweet!" Blake exclaimed forgetting about the monsters for a second. The bloodcurdling noise coming from the mares brought them both back to reality.

"Blake, they can smell you. Just like I can, but much stronger. We need to get out of here like now." Nick said taking Blake by the wrist and pulling him after him.

"They can smell me?" Blake said stopping dead in his tracks.

"Demi-gods have a certain smell they put off that monsters and other creatures can smell. The more powerful your godly parent is the better we can smell you. And from your smell I would say you're a son of the Big Three even though that isn't possible." Nick said to sate Blake's curiosity, but then they had to get moving again.

Blake tried to reply but was cut off by the sound of a wet nose sniffing the ground. They turned around to find the Laelap behind them. The Laelap had an incredible sense of smell, but was blind. Blake looked at Nick with pure terror in his eyes.