Chapter Four
Camp Half-Blood
A few days later, Amy woke up with a faun staring at her. She yelped and scrambled away. "I don't have any change!"
"What?" The faun frowned. "I don't want change. I'm a satyr, not a homeless."
"Oh…" Satyr. Of course-she was not a Roman anymore. She'd left Camp Jupiter in search of the Greeks.
"You're a demigod." The satyr commented on. "You're not the child of a major god, but you're powerful."
"Hmm." Amy mumbled, digging some beef jerky out of her backpack. "Where are we?"
"New Jersey. Next to the East River-the Williamsburg Bridge."
"Oh." Had she really walked that far in the past three weeks?
"I'm taking you to Camp Half-Blood. That's the Greek camp for half-bloods. You know you're a demigod, right?" She nodded. "Do you know who your godly parent is?"
"Umm...I just know that it's my mom, and she's Greek, not Roman."
"Oh. Were you raised in Camp Jupiter?" She nodded again. "OK, then. You ready?" She stood up. "Let's go catch a bus."
When they finally found a bus, they got on and paid. Soon, they got to the edge of Manhattan. "You'd better get ready to have a long walk-unless you know how to drive-then we can steal a car."
"I'm not going to steal any car." She responded. "Where is it?"
"That way." The satyr pointed towards the middle of nowhere.
"Um...ok." She started hiking up the hills.
After a while, the satyr pointed to a pine tree at the top of the next hill. "There it is! Hurry up." He started to trot towards the pine tree quickly.
"The camp boundaries?" She guessed.
"Yes. It protects the camp, with the help of the Golden Fleece. A girl named Thalia, daughter of Zeus, died there. Zeus turned her into a pine tree, but the Golden Fleece turned her back to human. She's with the Hunters of Artemis now."
"The Golden Fleece? Like, the Golden Fleece?" Amy said incredulously.
"Yes. Percy Jackson and some other demigods got it back a few summers ago. You'll meet him. Almost there!"
After ten minutes of hiking, they finally reached the pine tree. Amy wiped the sweat off her brow. "Woah." The camp was like any mortal summer camp-except the fact that the campers were demigods with weapons, naiads and dryads were flirting with the boys, and satyrs and a centaur were walking around.
The satyr nodded. "Well, I'll take you to Chiron, and I'll be off."
Chiron? Amy knew the Greek myths, and Chiron was the centaur who had trained Hercules, one of her many famous ancestors. "Chiron!" The satyr called. The centaur cantered over.
"Ah, a new demigod. Thank you, Wilson." Chiron shook hands with Amy and nodded to Wilson the satyr.
"No problem." Wilson waved to Amy and clopped off.
"So...what is your name, half-blood?" Chiron asked.
"Amelia Roberts. I came from Camp Jupiter."
Chiron's eyes widened. "Then what are you doing here?"
"Well...we couldn't find my mother in Rome, so I'm Greek."
"I see. Do you have any sense who your mother is?"
"No. One of my friends said it might be Hecate, but I'm not sure…"
"Can you control the Mist?"
"Yes. I can also summon water, storms, snow, the dead, and other stuff."
"Hm...well, I'll get one of our campers to show you the Hermes cabin. That's where the unclaimed stay. Percy!"
A tall guy with black hair and sea-green eyes came over. A girl with honey-blonde hair and stormy grey eyes accompanied him.
"Yeah, Chiron?" The guy, Percy, stared at her.
"Please take Amelia-"
"Amy." Amy corrected him.
"Amy to the Hermes Cabin. Then show her around camp."
"Got it. Come on." Percy said to Amy. They walked off with her following.
"You're Percy Jackson. The guy with the Golden Fleece." Amy guessed.
"Yeah. And this is Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena."
"Hi." Annabeth nodded to her.
"Hey." Amy said. Then she turned back to Percy. "Who's your godly parent?"
"Poseidon, god of the seas. Who's yours?"
"Unknown. It's my mother, that's all I know."
Percy frowned. "But Zeus said that all demigods will be claimed by the time they're thirteen."
"Maybe he forgot." They stopped at one of the cabins.
"Here we are-Hermes Cabin. Why don't you drop off your stuff?" Annabeth suggested.
Amy went inside, and found an empty bunk. She dropped her stuff on it. There was no way she belonged in this cabin-her dad was mortal, and she didn't have salt-and-pepper hair-her hair was golden. Oh well. At least she had somewhere to stay. She headed back outside. A conch horn rang in the distance.
"Dinner. We'll show you around tomorrow. Follow your Cabin to the dining area." Percy and Annabeth waved and walked away.
Amy stood here for a moment, then turned back into the cabin. "Hi." Two guys, identical twins, grinned at her.
"Hi." She said without enthusiasm.
"So, your dad's Hermes?" The shorter of the two slid off his bunk.
"No, my dad's mortal." The whole cabin groaned.
"Not that again. I thought that was over since Percy made them swear upon the River Styx!" Someone grumbled.
"Ah well. Let's go get dinner. Campers, file out!" The twins led the way towards the dining area.