Camp Half-Blood
~Michaela's POV~
~2 Years Later~
After two years of wandering we found a hill. Curious we made our way up the hill and gasped at what was on the other side.
There was cabins everywhere, an archery range, arena, woods, and even a lake with a beach.
As we took in the sight of it all, the kids that I just noticed were everywhere as well, noticed us.
Suddenly, there was a group of teenagers surrounding us. "Who are you?" asked a male that looked like he was 16, with black hair and bright blue eyes.
Everyone acted like he was the leader, but didn't like it. "You're a power hungry male, aren't you?"
As soon as I asked that everyone looked shocked, then looked to see what he would do.
"I'm William, Son of Zeus, Leader of Camp Half-Blood." He answered arrogantly.
"No, he's not." The crowd parted for someone, he looked the same age as William, but had blonde hair and grey eyes. "William leave."
He did. The new male watched him leave, before turning back to us with a smile, "Sorry about that. I'm James, Son of Athena, real leader of Camp Half-Blood. You are?"
Before Perseus could answer, I did. "That's Perseus, I'm Michaela." Perseus glared at me, some people in the crowd flinched.
James raised an eyebrow. "How old are you?" He blurted out.
"I'm 8, and Michaela's 6." I rolled my eyes at Perseus.
"Well then, welcome to Camp Half-Blood!"
Since then, we stayed with James, helping him with camp. We were also claimed as children of Poseidon, and met our siblings, but we always spend our free time with the Athena cabin.
And, that's how it started.
No, it started when James died. That's the real start of our journey at Camp.
~MsPenguingirl1234.