I woke with excruciating pain in my leg, but I did not scream, yelp, or even let a tear out. I heard tearing and felt something rip off of my leg. It felt like my heart was exploding out of my chest. I grinded my teeth together to possibly lessen the pain. "He's waking, he's waking!" Shouted a fuzzy man.

I started breathing hard and they put something against my mouth that tasted good. I couldn't name the taste, but it was the best thing I ever had. When they took it away I instantly started coughing up blood. "What are you feeling?" Asked some girl.

"Sharp metal…grinding against my bones…!" I managed to say. "What's happening?"

I threw my head against the wall and went out of it again.

When I woke up next it was night, late night. There was minimal pain in my leg, but it was still there. I felt that my leg had been wrapped which was good. I coughed once and blood splattered on my blanket.

I was beginning to get my sight back. My blankets were covered in blood and my leg had a lot of blood seeping through the bandages. I looked around and saw a box labeled 'Fury Claw' in big letters. There was a green bow on top of it and a little card that I couldn't read from where I was. There was a girl that seamed to glow in the moonlight sitting next to me.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Shh," she said, "you need to sleep."

"Why? Haven't I gotten enough sleep?" I asked sitting up.

"Ugh," she mumbled, "you're just like your father."

I brushed the comment off and asked, "Who are you?" again.

"I am the Virgin Goddess of the Hunt-"

"Artemis." I said.

She smiled as if I had done that before. "Yes. I am Artemis."

"Hey, your eyes are just like mine."

"It seams they are. You have my eyes." She said.

"What was that last part?"

"It was nothing." We were quiet for a little until she said, "When it is morning try to go into cabin eight. And remember this name Jack B.L. Kenten. Okay?"

"Jack B.L. Kenten." I repeated looking down. Then I looked up quickly. "Kenten? That's my last…name." She was gone. I didn't even hear her leave or get out of her chair.

I decided to go back to sleep and it stayed that way until the morning. "Wake up, Mr. Kitten." Said a familiar voice.

I saw the man that gave me a threat to hold onto and said, "It's Mr. Kenten if you want to call me by my last name."

"Whatever, File." He said looking out the door.

"It's Kyle."

He turned around and said, "Kyle File, Kenten Kitten, I really don't care."

"Okay. What do you want…what's your name?" I asked getting out of bed.

"Dionysus, but you call me Mr. D." He said. "You need to go to cabin eleven."

'When it is morning try to go into cabin eight.' I remembered.

"Where are the cabins?" I asked.

"Look outside and you might see…them." I was already gone by the time he finished.

I looked down the hill and saw a little over ten cabins. I ran there and stopped when I got to the middle. I saw a bunch of people running around, but none of them would stop. When one slowed down I grabbed her shoulder. "Eek!" She screamed.

"What? What happened?" I asked.

"Don't kill me!" She yelled.

I stopped and let go of her shoulder. "What do you mean 'don't kill me'?"

I heard snickering not to far off and guessed that she was new and somebody played a prank on her. "Those guy over there," she said pointing to some guys that looked like pranksters, "said that new half bloods are the most likely to get killed."

I didn't really understand what she just said, but I knew that she wasn't going to get killed. "Don't worry, those guy were just playing with you. I'm new and I just so happen to be Kyle to." I said holding out my hand.

She hugged me and said, "Oh I'm so glad I'm not the only new person. I'm Stephanie."

'A little friendly aren't you?' I thought.

"D-do you know where I'm supposed to go?" She asked pulling away from the hug. Her eyes were red from crying about the 'joke', but her actual color was light blue, like my dads.

"Um, wouldn't your counselor tell you where to go or something?" I asked.

"Oh, ya, probably." She said hitting herself on the head.

"Don't do that." I said pulling her hand away from her head. "It's not good for you."

"Y-ya, you're probably right, again."

"D-do you know where cabin eight is?" I asked.

"Um…isn't it that one over there?" She asked pointing to a cabin.

"Oh, thanks." I said.

She stood there for a little then hugged me again. "You're warm." She said.

"Er, and so are you." I said.

After a little she let go of me and ran off saying, "Bye, see you later."

"Y-ya, later." I said walking to cabin eight.

'Strange girl, but she was scared. I'll have to teach those two a lesson later.' I thought.

The cabin was an all out silver building, but I knew it was a cabin. It is decorated with the paintings and carvings of wild animals, mostly the stag for some reason. I softly rubbed my hand against the door and it felt as though life, for the first time, started flowing through my entire body.

"Nile, you forgot your box." Shouted Mr. D.

I turned around and barked, "It's Kyle!"

I got hit instantly in the face with my box. "Still don't care." He said.

I picked up my box and turned back around. 'The essence of this building is so strong, so…strong' I thought opening the door.

"Kyle!" Said Curtis, zapping me back into reality. "What are you doing at Artemis's cabin?" There was thunder in the distance. "Sorry!" He said to the sky.

Just then I understood everything. "Greek myths are real?"

There was a lot of thunder and even some lightning. Curtis covered my mouth and said, "Sorry, he's new!" There was a rumble of acceptance. "We don't use the word 'myths' to describe the gods, nor do we use their names. We call them by what they are… Let's see, oh, like Nemesis we would call Goddess of Misfortune, of Balance, on and on." He said being careful with which God he chose to use.

"Oh, you mean like Zeus we would call God of The Sky, or Thunder, on and on." I said thoughtlessly.

A lightning bolt almost hit us and Curtis said, "Ya, just like that and for those reasons."

I gulped and asked, "Did you want to talk about something?"

He looked straight into my eyes and said, "Uh, um, y-ya. C-can you go to the big house? Chiron will be waiting for you. I've got to go." And he took off to a cabin that looked as though it had been abandoned long ago.

I ran to the big house, which I figured out was called the 'big house', and saw their camp director, I guess he's my camp director to now. "Ah, Kyle, I've been waiting for you." He said.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I," he sighed, "am known by many names, you may call me Chiron."

I scanned my memory for the name and remembered two similar names, Chiron, trainer of heroes, and Charon, the ferryman to the underworld. "So are you supposed to train me?"

"Yes," he said looking me straight in the eyes, like Curtis, "I am. You resemble someone…I can't quite put my finger on who though."

"Like…a god, or a hero that you've trained before?" I asked.

"Both. I think." He said petting his beard. "Anyway, here's your schedule, but lets send you over to the archery range first. You look like an archer, maybe Apollo's your father."

I smiled when he said that, but I'm not sure if I was happy about hearing his name. When we got to the archery field I saw ten targets in an open, guess what, field. There were some kids running around handing out arrows, some teenagers shooting the targets, and some adults instructing.

"I will go get you a bow and some arrows." He said and trotted off.

"Wait." I said, but he was already gone.

When he came back I heard him gasp. Apparently no one else could make a silver bow and arrows appear when ever the wanted and that was significant to who I was. Everyone around me looked at Chiron then at me and bowed, as did Chiron.

I lowered my bow and it disappeared as it always did and asked, "What'd I do?"