DJ

When DJ first arrived at Camp Half-blood she expected a regular summer camp, even though it was the middle of winter, with some woods, cabins, and maybe some sports to play.

What she got was somewhat that.

There was a forest, but apparently it was completely filled with monsters, there were sports but they all involved either weapons or extreme danger, and there were cabins but they were for demigods.

"Demigods?" DJ asked the boy who saved her, whose name was Logan.

"Yep," Logan responded, "children of the Greek gods."

He let that sink in. Children of the greek gods. And DJ was one of them. "So, you mean like Zeus, Aphrodite, and Athena? Those gods are real?"

"Yep," Logan repeated, "one of your parents was mortal, and then the other was a god. My mom's Artemis: goddess of the hunt."

"But isn't Artemis supposed to be a maiden for life or something? As in no children?"

Logan sighed. He must have gotten asked that a lot. "Yeah, I'm still trying to figure that out. I couldn't have been born, you know, the normal way because then she would be breaking a promise on the River Styx. Not even the gods can do that without some major consequences."

DJ kind of understood this. "My mom was mortal, I guess. She's a senator in Washington."

"Well, maybe you'll get claimed sometime tonight." Logan said. "C'mon, you still haven't seen the best part of the camp."

"What's that?"

"The food."

And he was right. A few minutes later DJ was eating some of the best barbeque she had ever had. Her cheeseburger tasted like cheese-covered gold. Heck, platinum even!

The best part was that she got to sit with Logan, since she didn't have anywhere else to sit. They spent most of dinner telling funny stories like the time Logan had pranked the Ares campers by replacing their weapons with super-soaker water guns before Capture the Flag. "They still won, though," he was saying, "I'm still not sure how."

After dinner came the sing-a-long led by the Apollo cabin. The whole camp sang silly songs about pieces of armor and the little old lady from Sparta. DJ felt extremely stupid, but it was still fun. Then the camp directors, one who apparently was a centaur and the other the god of wine, got up to say some stuff.

"First off," said the wine dude, "I would like to welcome our new camper Daniel John-"

"Donna Joe."

"Whatever. Just make her feel welcome and all that junk. Now on to buisness: tomorrow will be Capture the Flag." Everyone cheered. "Yes, yes. Settle down brats! Anyways be prepared and-"

Before he could finish there was an explosion of yellow smoke. When the smoke cleared there was a statue sitting on a pedestal of a man with no arms or legs in the middle of the ampitheater. He yelled something that DJ didn't understand but everyone else seemed pretty shocked about.

"ROME IS DEAD!"