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Disclaimer: Nope, still not Rick Riordan.

Ethan POV

The room was frozen. Dad was a . . . what? I glanced over at my fifteen year old sister, Helena. She looked just as confused as me. Our eyes locked for a second, and she gave me an expression at read, What the heck? I shrugged.

Then Mom said, "Really, Percy? Don't you think you could have been a little . . . I don't know . . . less ridiculously obvious?"

"Obvious? Are you kidding? We have no idea what you're talking about!" shrieked Helena.

Mom took a slow breath. "Okay, so what your father meant was that he - and myself as well - are half Greek god, half human. My mother is Athena and Percy's father is Poseidon."

I let it sink in for a moment. My first thought was that my parents were playing a joke on us. However, I glanced at Mom again. Her face was dead serious. So then my second thought was that having demigod parents was the absolute best thing in the world. I mean, how cool was that?

"So do you have special powers, then?" I asked them. Neither said anything, but Dad pointed at the sink and it turned on of its own accord. The steady stream of water suddenly bent and gushed towards us, dousing our breakfast.

"Overkill," muttered Mom.

Helena was as pale a sheet. She stood up and said, "Well . . . that was a good joke. I'm going to go pack for camp now."

She was standing in the doorway when Dad called out, "About that . . . I don't think you'll be going to Camp Treble this year."

"WHAT? Dad, I go to camp every year! I can't just - you can't - I don't - "

She spluttered some more, but it was a lost cause. It was kind of funny, actually. She was totally fighting a losing battle.

Since my sister appeared not to have the sense to ask exactly why she wasn't going to camp, I did.

"So why exactly do I have to actually deal with my sister this summer?"

I'm sure Helena always says that she loves to get away from me. The thing is, I love it too. The two of us don't exactly get along, to say the least. It was pure paradise when she left. If I had to live with her for two months . . .

"The thing is, we're not the only demigods out there," said Mom. "There's a couple camps that train people like us to fight."

After those words, a frightening silence fell over the four of us. I broke it by saying, "Fight what, exactly?"

"Monsters."

Collin POV

"There they are!" shouted Sammy.

I let my sword drop and glanced to where my brother was pointing. The Jackson family was standing behind the Little Tiber. Percy and Annabeth were there, of course, and their children.

I had never met the Jackson kids before. There was no reason to. We lived in California and they lived in New York. I guess I expected them to be all macho and impressive. They were Percy and Annabeth's children, of course.

What they actually looked like?

Terrified. Absolutely terrified.

There were two of them. The younger one, a boy, seemed exceptionally small and skinny. He had a mop of blond curls and eyes as green as the sea. His sister looked about my age. As I studied her a bit more, my heart jumped a little. She had glossy black hair braided over her shoulder and deeply tanned skin. In other words, she was gorgeous.

Sammy noticed me staring and snorted. "Someone's got a crush."

"Shut up."

I jogged towards the family to welcome them, but the praetor beat me to it. Russell Woods was marching across the grass, sword in hand and a fiery look in his black eyes. His purple praetor's cape billowed behind him, making him look like a huge violet bat. The son of Nemesis was a brilliant fighter, and an excellent leader, but he always seemed to scare the you-know-what out of new legion members.

"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, shoving his Imperial gold weapon at Percy's throat. "I will not handle Greeks in my camp!"

"Cool it, Russ," I said, making my way towards him. Sammy was right behind me, bow in hand.

"Collin!" called Annabeth. "Your parents told us all about you. And this must be Sammy?"

My brother simply nodded.

"Wow," began Percy, "Collin, you look just like - "

Annabeth elbowed him, hard, in the gut. He stopped talking pretty fast.

I started to wonder what he was going to say. Who did I look like? Sammy was always told he looked like Dad, and my little sister was a mirror image of our mother. I was in the middle, though, so why would Percy think I looked like someone? And why did Annabeth cut him off?

Percy was now trying to talk some sense into Russell. "Yeah, okay, we're Greek, but since when has that been a problem? I thought after the Giant War - "

"Just because we fought alongside you graecus then doesn't mean that I'm letting you Camp Half-Blood types in now!" he shouted. His pale face was starting to redden.

Annabeth stepped forward. "Russell, maybe you should realize who you're talking to. I'm Annabeth, and this is Percy Jackson. You know, former praetor? We're here to meet up with some of our old friends in New Rome."

Russell did not look convinced.

Percy started to look angry. "Does 'The Seven Saviors of Olympus' ring a bell?"

"Oh, all right, then," sighed the praetor. "Go ahead." Turning to Sammy and I, he said, "Zhang! Show these - visitors - around."

"Sure thing, Russ," I said. "Oh, and lighten up a bit, will you?"

He glared daggers at me, but said nothing.

"So, what's your name? I'm Collin," I said.

"Helena." She gazed out the open window, the breeze blowing a stray piece of hair into her face. I resisted the urge to push it back.

We were standing in my house, which had been redone yesterday to accommodate all the newcomers. The Jacksons, Graces, and the last of the seven (whom I have yet to meet) were staying here for the rest of the summer. Helena and her brother would be joining Sammy and I in the legion, as would Jessica Grace. I hadn't talked to Jessica much. She and her parents, Jason and Piper, had arrived yesterday. She sort of kept to herself.

Percy and Annabeth were catching up with my parents and Jason and Piper in the kitchen, while Sammy showed Helena's little brother around and Jessica entertained Emily Marie. I was with Helena in her bedroom.

"Is this all real?" she blurted, surprising me.

"Well, yeah," I said. "Why wouldn't it be?"

She shrugged, still not looking at me. "This isn't the summer I wanted."

"It is what you make it," I said.

Helena turned to face me at last. She sighed and said, "Easy for you to say. You're used to all this."

I put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. It'll get better."

A/N: And that's it for now. I probably won't be updating as often anymore. I've been working on writing my own book for almost a year now, and it's almost finished. My goal is to have it done by the end of this summer, but in order to do that, I have to write less FanFiction and more of my novel!

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