A.N Wow, you guys really like this story. It's actually my most popular. The only problem is, I don't really know where I want to go with it. Any sugetions? You don't have to, but I'd love some imput from you guys. At first, I was unsure as to how well this story would take off, especialy with how hard I worked to make sure Max wouldn't sound like a Mary Sue. I got a review from Abby-Jade-love saying Max sounded like Bella from Twilight, and I can not thank her enough for the warrning! I hate that self centered Mary Sue that ruined romance for me!

Thanks for all the wonderful review and for puting up with my slow updating speed, you guys are awesome! The battery's shot on my macbook, so I'll have to get on whenever I can on the desktop me and my little sister share.

As fare as a Time setting on this, it's after Max and during The Titans Curse.

Anyway...On with the story!

I sat up in my sleeping bag and placed my head between my legs. I didn't sleep at all last night, i was too busy trying to sort through all my thoughts. I would need more than a night to cope with rhis .

I shook my head back and forth to try and chase my headache away as I picked my way around all the sleeping bodies to the door. Outsied the cabin, I;m pretty sure I was the only one awake. Probably becaue even the sun had yet to rise.

My mind still kept flashing back to yesterday, trying to figure out if sny of this was really, or if I was still asleep even now.

After I had gotten over the shock of the camp director having the lower body of a horse, the three of them explained to me the foundation of this camp that I had ended up in.

First, they asked me if I had any previous knowlage of Greek Mythology. Now, I wasn't so illiterate that I didn't know at least a little. When you're teaching yourself and five other kids out of books you found in a library, you gain at least a basic understanding of a wide array of subjects.

Then came my biggest shock. They told me that all of that happened, that those myths weren't actually myths, and all the Gods were real. Also, that I was the daugher of one of those Gods and a mortal human, making me what they called a half-blood or demigod. That means that either Mom or Jeb aren't actually related to me biologicaly. I'm hoping it's Jeb.

But the question of whom my Godly parent is still remains. I was told they would send some sort of sign that would give a clear tell, but until then I was stuck bunking in the Hermes cabin with litteraly fifty other campers.

When they were fially done explaining everything to me, I sat in silence for a minute before shrugging my shoulders and excepting it.

I'll be the first to admit that I'm paranoid, and I don't know one person that would dissagree with that statement. When you've grown up the way I have, you lear to be naturallyand to not trust anyone. I have never met someone without first wondering if they have a criminal record or a degree in biology and genetics. So naturally I was skeptic and thought they were crazy. I acepted it though because, hey, I have wings. That's crazy, but it's real, so why can't this be too?

Then they started asking personal questions, which is when I just sort of shut down and put up my impenitrable wall of silence. No mater how much I trust them and think they're telling the truth, i wasn't going to say annything about the flock. They always come first.

Even if they kicked me out.

I still won't tell them about my wings, even if I'm stuck in this camp for the rest of my life and never find out who my God parent is.

This doesn't spound too different from my normal life before anyway. I'm still in danger from monsters and other unspeakable things trying to kill me. I still have a secret that no one except for a select group of peop[le can know about. I still need to know how to fight.

I don't know how good I'll be with a sword though. That was a little wierd when the told met that the only way to kill these monsters was with wepons made of a special material they caled celestial bronze, but the monster would always come back at some point in time.

Anabeth filled me in on most of this when she showed me around the camp. She also pointed out each of the cabins and which God they represented.

Anabeth must be the expert on the camp, because she had an answer for every single question I asked her. Even when I asked why there were still kids at a Summer camp in the middle of Winter.

"It's an all year camp." She explained. "Depending on how powerful your God parent is, some say all year, whereas some are only here in the Summer. The more powerful the parent, the higher chance there is that you'll be attacked by monsters."

Well, that makes me feel safe. Depending on how powerful my unknown parent is I might never get to leave this place.

"Besides school, what other reason do the people who stay all year get to leave for?" i asked her.

Her face lit up. She must enjoy this topic. "People go on quests." She explained. "Three campers get assigned a quest, then they leave and don't come back until it's compleated."

"What happens if they don't come back?" I wondered. "Has that ever happened before?"

"We asume they're dead. We've had a lot of campers die on quests." She answered solumly, her head down and her tone soft.

This camp isn't sounding very fun anymore. Personaly, I'd much rather stay here than go on quests Anabeth, on the other hand didn't get to go on a quest until two years ago when this kid named Percy Jackson came. Percy is a sone of Posiden, and he and Anabeth are going on another quest today with their friend grover the saytr. So I'm stuck here without a guide until she gets back. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I can go with her. Or, I could just sneek out and folow her from the air.

Probaby not.

A.N Well? How was it? It was a little on the short side, and I hate that because I want to give you guys a lot, but I am burnt out as far as this story goes! like I said in the begining, any sugestions would be a huge help, and I mean huge!

Hope you liked it, and keep the positive feedback coming!

~Psycho