It took Percy a few moments to take this new information in. He was in a Roman camp. And he was Greek. He was scared; would the Romans treat him differently?

Percy could remember only a few things from his life before the blackout. He remembered a deep voice coming from a deep pit. He also remembered a blonde girl who had a knife in her hand.

But what he remembered most vividly was a tall 20-year-old boy with golden eyes. Those piercing golden eyes scared him. Percy hoped he would never have to see those eyes again.

They walked past the lake, and Percy stared for a while. He also remembered that he had a special connection between him and water.

He dug around in his jean pockets. All he found was a picture of him, the blonde girl, and another boy. Did that boy have horns?

He also found a ballpoint pen. Wait, a ballpoint pen? He didn't even have any paper to write on! Was he that stupid in his life? This pen, however, felt familiar, and he suspected a person does not write with this pen.

He uncapped it, and it grew to a 3-foot tall gleaming bronze sword! This was amazing! Wow, he thought. All this camp will be so surprised at this new –

"Perseus?"

Percy stopped thinking. Lupa was calling him. When he walked to her, she saw the sword and looked at the inscription. "'Anaklusmos,'" she read. "'Riptide,'" Percy translated. Lupa just stared at him.

"Woah! Heads up, man!" a voice called.

Percy ducked just as an arrow came flying over his head. The arrow was so close to him it cut off some of his hair!

"Wow, this camp is awesome, but your safety is down the drain!" Percy told the archer. The archer laughed, and he asked what Percy's name was. "Percy Jackson," he said.

"Cool, my name's Mike, but most people call me Hawkeye. 'Cause, you know, I'm a good archer."

"That's debatable!" one of the other campers yelled.

"Shut up, Blake!" Hawkeye yelled back. He chuckled. "That Blake, always joking around. Anyway, who's your godly parent?"

"I don't know," Percy said. "Maybe I'll find out later."

"Maybe. Ever since that kid from the Greek camp figured out how to get the gods to pay more attention to demigods, life's been good. Or at least better. Blake, who was the hero from Camp Half-Blood?"

Blake said, "I think Dionysus put in the name 'Peter Johnson.'"

"Okay, thanks."

That night, at dinner, Lupa made an announcement.

"Tonight, a new member joins us. His name is Percy Jackson. Percy, come up here."

Percy went up to the stage. "Hi, everyone," he said awkwardly. "Well, I don't know what to say, so, um, any questions?"

One girl yelled out, "Yeah, I got one. What idiot god claimed you?"

Percy said, "No god's claimed me yet. I don't even know what that means."

"I knew it! No god would want to claim you anyway!" The girl started to laugh hysterically.

By this time, the crowd had gone silent.

Percy did not remember much of his old life, but he remembered one thing; he hated bullies.

A roaring started in his ears. His face was getting redder. "What's your name?" he asked the girl.

"Nancy. What you gonna do about it, Prissy?" The girl went up onto the stage and punched Percy in the stomach. That was the last straw.

"Big mistake, Nancy."

There was a tugging sensation in Percy's gut, and a huge burst of water came hurtling onto the stage, wetting Percy and Nancy.

Nancy was blasted back about 20 feet and landed in mud. Strangely enough, Percy was dry and intact on the stage.

Everyone gasped. They started pointing about a foot above Percy's head. He looked up and there was a floating green trident above his head.

"What does this mean?" he said.

"It means you are a very powerful demigod," Lupa said.

"Wait, you mean…"

"Hail Perseus Jackson, the son of Neptune."