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The next time I woke up was weird. There was nothing ominous about where I was: it was just a bit more nice than what I was used to. I was lying in a big bed, in what reminded me of the medical wing of Hogwarts, but not as big. And instead of being in a castle, I was in a really big room of what looked like an average colonial. All the windows were covered with curtains, but a haze that came through them signaled that it was sunny outside. I scanned the room: there wasn't anybody insight.

On my right, I found a plate. On it was a single square of what looked like a brownie. I picked it up and sniffed it. I took a small nibble of it. Immediately warmth surged through me. It tasted like blue raspberry gummi rings from Sweet on America: my favorite food ever. I ate the whole thing, savoring the taste. Strength came back to me, and I stood up. But right as I did, I fell again. That was when I noticed what I was wearing. Why was I wearing an orange tshirt? And more importantly, where was I?

Then I felt my hair. It was neatly brushed, maybe even straightened. Who the hell would straighten my hair?

I forced myself to walk. It was more of a pathetic penguin waddle really, but at least I was able to move. I pulled back the curtains from one of the windows and found myself looking at the most bizarre place ever.

All of the people there were wearing orange shirts. Some people played basketball at a court, and others were practicing archery. Okay, so this is a summer camp, I deduced. But what the hell would a summer camp be doing with a rock wall with- was that lava? And the cabins were weird. The only one that looked normal was the one on the far left. The rest were freaky. One glowed gold, others looked like frickin luxury mansions or something! I looked around, finding the door. Opening it, I walked down a hallway and out an open door. I went down the stairs of the front porch, wincing at every step. People began to notice me, and I heard snippets of their conversations.

"That's her-"

"beat a Cyclops"

"Isn't it?"

I ignored them and pressed on. Maybe I could find Annabeth or Percy or Conor. I kept on walking.

"Arielle!" I heard a familiar voice say. I looked around and saw Conor running over to me. He gave me a big hug, twirling me around. "I thought you were dead," he said, his eyes shining. I loved the way his smile wasn't only a flash of teeth: it radiated from his eyes and his whole face, making everything brighter.

"Disappointed?" I asked, smirking.

"Definitely," he replied sarcastically. Then he frowned at me, brushing hair out of my face. "You're not supposed to be out of bed." I pulled away.

"I'm fine," I said. His frown deepened. "Now, can you please tell me where the hell I am?" An ominous shadow appeared behind me.

"That's my job, my dear," a voice said. I whirled around and saw a man. He stood there, with an orange shirt on and everything. Was it some kind of camp shirt? He looked kind, but tired, as if he had been in this situation before. But below the waist, instead of pants he had sinewy, velvet fur. His legs- they weren't human legs. And, to top that, there were four of them. It was an actual, living, breathing centaur.

It seemed like I would never get a break. First, I get attacked by a frickin one eyed thing. Next, I figure out that I was out for 3 WHOLE WEEKS. And I wake up to find myself in front of a man who was half horse. But this? This was my breaking point.

"no," I said stubbornly. "My dad isn't a god," I simply stated. No way. He couldn't be. He was probably some nobody that my mom got high with. He got her knocked up and ran away, too scared to be a dad. Or he was some lawyer from Virginia who never knew I existed.

"There's no way that you aren't," Annabeth said exasperatedly, all patience lost. She's been trying to coax me into believing her and Chiron, but her patience was wearing thin. "Look, you have no idea who in hades your dad is. You have ADHD and you had dyslexia as a kid. Most of the kids here have ADHD and are dyslexic. You had moments, like a couple of weeks ago, when you just can't explain what in Zeus' name happened." I thought about it. I flashed back to my childhood: that one guy that stalked me on the beach forever. That teacher who I insisted was not human. Could it be-? "Face it: you're a demigod. But I promise, you're not alone. We're all family here." I looked around: and I had to admit, the idea that this could be home sounded pretty good to me. But then I sighed: I would always be alone. I was too broken. I shook the thoughts from my head.

"So who's my dad?" I asked. Annabeth grimaced a little, fiddling with her thumbs..

"Um, we actually figured that out while you were asleep." She looked uncomfortable. "When we found you, we tried to wake you up after you passed out. Percy decided to splash some water on your face, you know, like in the movies." She looked mortified at my face. "What? It worked! Your skin just healed." She sighed. "I've only seen that once, with Percy. And since you two look so alike-" I interrupted her babbling.

"Who's our dad?" I said.

"Poseidon," she admitted.

"Okay," I said. Why not?

"Well, it's just an assumption. We can't really be sure until he claims you."

"And when will that happen?" Annabeth laughed.

"We don't really know. The gods- they don't really have time for us. I just met my mother for the first time two years ago."

"So I could be in the dark about who my father really is for years?" I said.

"Basically," she said. Her stormy eyes looked out at the nymphs who were waving at us from the lake.

"That's not happening to me," I said. "He's not ignoring me. I'll make sure of it. I'll be back." With that, I ran away from here. I sprinted towards the water, ignoring the indignant campers as I ran right through their basketball game. I went to the sand, the call of the ocean. I took off my shoes and threw them to the side. I ran into the water.

"Give me a sign!" I screamed. "I'm not going to be ignored anymore!" I probably looked like a total lunatic, but all the people here were crazy- with the belief in Greek Gods and what not. I needed to see if it was true: if my father was here the whole time. All of the times that I've been abused, spat in the face, and left alone. And here my father was, somewhere in the depths of the salt water I've been swimming in since I was an infant. I went to the beach every damn day. I swam in the winter, I even spent nights out on the sand. And my dad couldn't even pop up to introduce himself? The waves began to get higher as I got more and more frustrated. Then, the water began to glow. The water next to me came upwards, forming a crude trident. I looked at it, amazed. Then I grabbed it in my hand. Immediately the water fell apart, and the only thing left in my hand was a silver charm bracelet. It had a single charm: a light blue trident.

"I can't be bought," I whispered to the water. "Not after the hell I've been through. But thanks for trying, for once." I dropped the bracelet back into the water and I turned around to see basically the whole camp staring at me. Chiron cantered through the people. Then he kneeled down, and all of the campers followed suit.

"All hail Arielle Calder," he said. "Daughter of Poseidon."

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