Quick Authors note; harsh language in this chapter

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My New Life Begins

I couldn't believe what was happening. At this exact moment I was getting off of a Pegasus, something that isn't supposed to exist, and arriving at some camp that a bunch of 'demigods' lived in. My mind was still reeling, thinking of how impossible this whole situation was; the Greek gods, mythology being real, just everything in general. I decided I would need some proof before I even started to believe what was going on.

I followed the one who said his name was Percy through the camp, dozens of kids stopping what they were doing to stop and stare, some even waving to me in a friendly way. I just ignored them; they had no idea what I'd been through, spoiled little-

"Chiron!"

I looked ahead as I saw Percy wave to a man. No, wait...

My jaw nearly dropped as an actual, real life Sagittarius came trotting up to us. "Hello. Are you the new camper?" He held a hand out to me, but I refused to shake it. I was still, well, shaken by everything that was going on. My naturally antisocial nature didn't help, either. The half-horse said nothing as he withdrew his hand, looking to Percy and the other three, who I learned were named Clarisse, Annabeth, and Jacob.

I still didn't tell them my name, or even speak. I had learned over the years that keeping your identity secret is key for survival. That's why I always wore clothes that made it hard to tell if I was a boy or a girl; the benefit of having the upper hand.

And I stayed that way, absolutely silent, although I used the text screen on my phone to 'speak' when necessary. I followed Percy and the Sagittarian teacher around the camp wordlessly, only observing as other kids stopped and looked over at me, such as a bunch of superficial looking girls talking about how I 'looked like a ruffian' or how a group of muscular boys were talking amongst themselves about how I dressed.

But I should've paid attention to where as I was walking, since the moment I looked up I ran into Percy, who had stopped. "Oh, sorry." He apologized quickly; perhaps he was afraid of me? The black haired teenager pointed to a cabin that was right next to us. "This is the Hermes cabin. You'll be staying here until your, uh, Godparent speaks up."

I only nodded and began to follow him again as he started showing me around the area, known to them as Camp Half-Blood. Supposedly, 'regular' people never came because on the outside it looked like a privately-owned strawberry field due to something called the 'Mist'. Apparently I still had a lot to learn from this funny farm.

Before I knew it, day turned into night, and there I was, sitting at a grand table with other kids, ones who were 'children of Hermes' or 'unclaimed'. I stared down at my plate and goblet, which were completely empty.

"You've got to tell them what you want."

I looked over to my left at the boy who had spoken. He had shaggy red hair, green eyes, and a line of freckles that went across his cheeks. He held up his own chalice. "Water." He said aloud, as if the cup could hear him. I was about to type about how he was insane before the goblet filled up with the clear liquid in the blink of an eye. The boy looked over to me and smiled. "You can have anything you want, as long as it isn't alcoholic, that is."

Damn. I could really use a drink right now.

"I'm Mason, by the way." He gave me a wide grin, holding out a hand to me, which I still didn't shake. "Hey, that's fine with me. You're still adjusting; it'll take some time to open up." The redhead smiled at me before turning back to his own meal.

I looked down hesitantly as I picked up my chalice. Could this thing really give me anything I wanted? I leant down, almost putting my mouth up against the chilled gold and whispering so no one could hear me.

The corners of my mouth turned up into a grin as the goblet filled up to the top with my favorite drink, Sprite, which I drank down almost immediately. I hadn't been able to drink it in a while, since I was trying to save my money; I always drank all of it right away, and it really was just a waste.

I whispered experimentally to my plate, the platter of gold instantly filling up with pizza, cookies, and a few of my other favorite foods. I had to admit that this was pretty fucking sweet; for a madhouse, anyways.

But then something began to happen. People started to take their leftover food and dump it into a fire, saying something quietly with a serious expression. "They're offering food to the Gods." Mason spoke up, causing me to turn and look at him. He was getting up with his own plate. "I don't know who my mom or dad is yet, so I pray for them to tell me every offering." He gave me a sort of gentle smile. "Maybe you should try it, too."

I watched wordlessly as he went over and got in line, waiting his turn so he could ask the Gods just which one of them was his Godparent.

Should I go?, I found myself thinking. Should I ask who my real dad is, ask if this all really is true?

I could see people look over and watch me as I get in line with a plate of leftover cake. I thought of what to say with each and every step as I drew closer to having my own turn.

The flames grew larger as I approached, and I found myself staring into the fire as it was my turn. I looked down at my plate before I dumped it in, deciding I should tell the gods just how I felt.

If one of you really is my father, then get your fucking lazy ass down here and say so. Do you have any idea how hard my life had been because of you? I have no idea what's going on and you don't even have the courtesy to come down here and say 'Hey, I'm your father'? What in the hell is wrong with you?

"Can you try and hurry up?" A blonde girl behind me huffed, brushing her long hair out of her eyes. I gave her a nod before turning back to the hearth.

I just want to let you know, Dad, that I hate you. I hate you more than anyone on this entire planet. I sincerely hope you roll over and die, because it's what scum like you deserve. Fuck you.

The moment I was finished the offering fire completely burnt out, receiving gasps from all the other campers. "What did you say?" The girl behind me snapped angrily, looking over at the fire I had deliberately snuffed out. I only shrugged as I turned and left the dining hall with an odd sense of satisfaction.

That's what I think of your godly stature, jackass.