The next morning, I got up and examined at the agenda. Cabin inspection was at eight. I looked at my watch. It was seven, so one hour to clean up the cabin and it looked like the pegasus stables. (It's amazing how much of a mess one boy can do.) I walked over to Percy's bunk. He had drool coming from the corner of his mouth. I poked him in the shoulder.

His eyes shot open, "What?"

"You drool when you sleep," I noted.

He wiped the drool from his face, "That's the first thing Annabeth said to me four years ago." he sat up and looked at an alarm clock, "Ray, you realize it's seven o'clock?"

I nodded, "Yes, and this place looks terrible. We've got an hour before cabin inspection. You're lucky I'm not making you do this yourself because none of this is mine."

"You sound like Mom."

I rolled my eyes, "Just get up." He ignored me and put his blankets back over himself. I sighed, took off his blankets, and pulled him out of bed.

"Ow!" he groaned, "Seriously?"

"Yeah, and we just wasted five minutes arguing when we could have been picking up," I said, "Well, you start while I get dressed, and then when I'm done, I'll clean while you get ready." I grabbed a pair of khaki shorts, my belt, socks, Camp Half-Blood T-shirt, and my combat boots, and went into the bathroom. I quickly changed and walked back out and the room was half picked up.

I smiled, "Great job, Percy! You go a head and get ready, I'll do the rest."

"You got ready a lot faster than I expected."

I glared at him, "Oh, so you think every girl takes forever in the bathroom? I didn't even brush my hair, because I don't brush my hair."

"Okay," he grabbed his own stuff and went into the bathroom.

I straightened the room up after I picked things up and put them away. I polished Percy's minotaur horn until I could see myself in it. I made both of our beds, vacuumed, and scrubbed the windows. I was going to bring a bucket of water out, but then I found out I could hold water in mid-air, so I just willed the water into a ball and had it follow me. I then was able to completely dry the window by willing the water off of the windows and spread it out on the ground.

Just as I finished the rest of the cleaning, Percy came out, "Well, you took longer than I did," I noted.

"Shut u-" he stopped, "Wow."

I smiled triumphantly, "Nice, huh? I found out one of my powers."

"Controlling water?" he guessed.

I nodded, "Yep. I just shaped the water and splashed it onto the windows, cleaned it with soap, then willed the water off of the windows and onto the ground!"

"Oh, come on! I can't do that!" Percy complained.

"Oh-my-gods," Annabeth said, "This is the cleanest I have ever seen Cabin Three!"

"I've got Ray to thank," Percy said.

She frowned, "You made Ray do all the work?"

I shook my head, "No. Percy did about half, and then I did the rest while he was getting ready."

"Ray can control more than just water in rivers, puddles, lakes, and oceans," Percy said, "She can also hold water in mid-air, shape it, and will it off of things."

Annabeth raised her eyebrows, "Wow, that's impressive," she looked down at her clipboard, "Well, looks like a ten-out-of-ten for Cabin Three. I don't think you two are doing dishes this evening." Annabeth left.

Percy hugged me, "Good job, Ray, now we don't have to do dishes!"

"Dishes aren't so bad, even if it's for the whole camp."

"When we're washing them with lava, yeah, they're pretty bad."

"Oh…"

"We should probably get out to breakfast now."

After breakfast, Percy took me to the armory to get a weapon, "Now, when we go in, try not to step on anything or else you might impale yourself," he opened the door.

I almost fainted, "Gods of Olympus, am I in Elysium?"

Percy had an amused look on his face, "You're definitely adapting to our speech quickly."

"I do tend to adapt quickly," I was admiring a large bronze battle axe.

"I'm guessing you like weapons," he noted.

I looked up at him, my eyes sparkling, "Uh-huh. I almost play violent video games twenty-four/seven."

"What kind?"

"Assassin's Creed."

"You should talk to Lora."

"Why?"

"She's an Assassin."

I felt like I was going to faint again, "Really?"

Percy nodded, "Yep. Have you heard of Lora Jackson?"

I gave him a look like, Are you even asking me? "Lora Jackson is only the most famous female Assassin of all time! And my role model."

"Did you notice how much Lora looks like Lora Jackson?"

I thought about it. They looked practically exactly the same except for the golden highlights, the smile, and the strange sparkle in her eyes. "Are they related?" His smile was enough. "Oh my gods! I can't believe it!"

"Also, the two of us are related to Lora Jackson as well."

My eyes widened, "Like, directly?"

"Well, no. Lora Jackson's cousin-"

"Daniel Jackson," I said bitterly, "The head Templar of England. You're telling me we're descended from him?"

"Yeah."

I sighed, "Let's just find me a weapon."

Percy picked up a sword, "Try this one," he handed it to me.

It was too heavy, "No," I set it down.

"How 'bout this?"

"Too light." We spent an hour trying to find a sword for me with no luck. We were about to give up when something caught my eye, "What's that?" I picked up a bronze necklace. It had a Greek word engraved on it, "Anoigo," I read. Just as I said it, the necklace transformed into a sword. I jumped out of the way, so I didn't get my food stabbed. "Open," I picked up the sword. It felt perfectly balanced in my left hand, "Hey, Percy!" I called across the armory, "I think I found a sword!"

He walked over with a pair of daggers in his hands, "Okay. I also think these daggers will fit in your boots."

I tried it, "Cool!"

"Let me see the sword you found." I handed it to him. "Anoigo." It shrunk into a necklace again. "Interesting. If you want this sword, you'll have to be careful. It's very sensitive."

"Figured that out. I almost stabbed my foot."

"Let's go to the arena so I can teach you how to wield your sword."

"Are you any good?"

"Best in the camp. Besides Lora."

"Technically, Lora isn't a camper."

"Guess not." We headed to the arena. As soon as we stepped inside, Percy was tackled by a hellhound.

I screamed, "Percy! Anoigo!" My sword was in my hand. I was scared to death, but I would do anything to protect my brother. The hellhound got off of Percy and whimpered at the sight of my sword.

Percy ran to me, hellhound saliva dripping on him, "Ray, it's okay! That's Mrs. O'Leary."

"What?" I asked, "You have a pet hellhound?"

"Yeah, I told you that last night."

"You told me you had a dog."

"I guess I should have been more specific."

"You think? You know I'm freaking afraid of hellhounds! Anoigo," my sword turned back into a necklace.

Percy began wiping the saliva off of himself, "Go on and pet her. She won't bite."

I looked at him skeptically, "Yeah, right," but I pet her anyway. It seemed strange that I had just been running from the same creatures the day before. To think that there was a good hellhound was astounding. She licked me. "Woah, girl," I giggled, "You can do that to Percy, but try not to get too slobbery with me." Mrs. O'Leary licked me once more for good measure, and bounded to the other side of the area.

Percy grabbed a couple towels, "Well, we should probably wipe ourselves off before starting," he tossed one to me. Once we had cleaned off as best we could, Percy uncapped his sword, Anaklusmos-Riptide in English.

I gripped my necklace, "It looks like I'll be saying Anoigo a lot." My sword appeared in my hand. Percy taught me everything he knew, from swinging-correctly-to-disarming. We were both drenched in sweat by the time the horn for dinner blew. I couldn't believe I had only gotten to Camp Half-Blood the morning before. It felt like I had been there my whole life.

"You did well today," Percy said as we lay in our bunks, "Much better than I did my first day."

I smiled, "I'm learning from the best."

"Tomorrow we'll finish on your powers and also on your knife skills."

"I can't wait."

That night, I had my first dream. I was running down a dark corridor. Something-or someone-was chasing me, but I didn't know what. All I knew was that I was in danger.

I heard soft, but evil laughter coming from all around me, echoing off of the stone walls, Run, little hero. Soon I will take away everything dear to you. The voice sounded as if a sleepwalker was talking to me. I know your weakness. You will break when you lose what's close to you. I will take it all. The laughter came again.

"No!" I cried, "Get away from me!" The walls began closing in, the cave ceiling lowering, the ground I was sprinting on raising. I started crouching, then crawling, and just when I didn't have anymore space, I woke up.

This time, Percy was up before me, "Ray, are you alright? You were thrashing in your bed so much it woke me up."

I rubbed my eyes, "Sorry, Percy. Just a nightmare."

I was about to get out of bed, but Percy sat me back down, "Ray, demigods don't have 'just nightmares'. They have visions. Tell me what happened."

I described it to him the best I could, "Do you know who the voice was coming from?"

He shook his head, "No, but we should probably mostly keep this to ourselves. We can tell Annabeth, Lora, and Chiron, though. We can do it after breakfast." I nodded. So after breakfast, Percy, Lora, Annabeth, Chiron, and I went into the Big House. The camp had all of their most important meetings around a ping-pong table. All of us except Chiron pulled up a chair.

"So, Raven," he said, "Tell us about your dream." I did. Once I had finished, Chiron was silent for a few minutes. "I'm not sure who that was speaking to you, but be mindful of these dreams. This woman is obviously an enemy." The way he worded that, I had a feeling that he knew who this enemy was.

"Chiron," I asked, "Why did you say when you first saw me that I should be dead?"

At first, he looked like he wasn't going to answer, but he did, "Well, you had been missing ever since your father sent you away. We thought you had died."

"Why didn't I know that I had a sister?" Percy asked, "I was three-ish when Mom had her."

"The Mist, Percy," Lora said.

"What's the Mist?" I said.

"The Mist is the magic that keeps mortal eyes from seeing reality," Annabeth answered, "The Mist helps mortals to see what they are capable of seeing. Though, some mortals can see through it."

"Like Mom," Percy added, "And Paul."

"Don't forget Rachel," Lora said.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare is our Oracle," Chiron said.

"Woah! Like the Oracle of Delphi?" I guessed.

Lora nodded, "Yes, she is hosting the Oracle's spirit."

"So she just randomly spews out prophecies?"

"Rachel doesn't just 'spew' out prophecies, the Oracle inside her decides when a prophecy is needed and then it comes out of her," Chiron corrected, "Well, Percy, Annabeth, Raven, the three of you should probably get to your normal activities. Lora and I have some things to talk about." We walked out of the Big House.

"Is it just me, or does it seem like Chiron knows who this enemy is?" I asked.

"Chiron is often like that," Annabeth agreed, "So it could be possible."

"Well, at least it can't be worse than Titans," Percy said.

"Percy," Annabeth said, "The Titans aren't the worst monsters." We were silent all the way to the arena. Then Annabeth taught me everything she knew about fighting with a knife. Afterwards, she went to do some other activities and left Percy and me alone.

"Okay," Percy said, "Now we need to finish up on your powers."

"After lunch possibly?" I begged.

The horn for lunch blew, "Yeah."