Hiya people! I'd like to thank Thalia Di Angilo and TheAvidReader for their reviews. Your OC character is really good; I'll use her, although she might not be here for a few chapters.

I can't really describe camp because it was so… magical. No, actually it was just because I was staring at the centaur like he was drunk and had started eating my hair. I guess he was kind of getting uncomfortable because he shipped me off with Percy to show me the cabins.

"Wow!" I said breathlessly.

The cabins were amazing! There were so many, and they were all unique. I walked in wonder, staring at each of them in turn. Percy stopped at Cabin Three. I absorbed its appearance. It was made of stone, set together like brick. Seashells, corals, and other things likely to be found in a beach were stuck on, like a collage. It was low and sturdy. I had a strange impression that I was underwater.

"This is my cabin. I live here alone except for my sister." He explained.

He showed me a few other cabins, most of which I liked, but I didn't like the one painted red with a boar's head. I felt really angry and nearly punched Percy in the face. At least he knew not to mess with me. We went to the pavilion, the armory (I was wondering why they needed that) and the arena.

"This is where we hold fights." He said.

Really? What kind of camp encouraged people fighting? Wait, if they believe in gods, maybe I'm in a mental institution camp. Then that means I'm crazy. Well, what else is new?

He took me back to the cabins and to the one that didn't look like much. It had the symbol of a caduceus on top of the door.

"This is the Hermes cabin. For Hermes' kids and undetermined campers. You'll be staying here for now, but before I do I want to explain why we're here."

I looked at him in confusion. I thought I was here because I was mental. Well, I suppose they shouldn't know that, but maybe they had an insanity sweeper or something?

"Look, you know Greek gods are real now, right? Well what if I told you we were related to them?"

Ok, these people are definitely insane. Related? To gods? I didn't even believe in them! I just played along, hoping to satisfy their insane needs. But this was just too far.

"NO way! You're kidding, right? I mean, related to gods!"

He looked at me with a serious and solemn face.

"Has anything ever happened to you before? Like something unexplainable?" He inquired.

Well… there was this incident where I saw this glowing red-eyed dog. It charged at me, but luckily my first grade teacher pulled me away, saying not to play with 'poodles'. Then there was another time… Okay, I just realized my life was really messed up. Percy saw me hesitating and used this to confirm his question.

"Have you done something to someone when you were angry?" He stared at me, sea-green meeting brown. I didn't want to tell him what happened that time…

It was in primary. The kids were making fun of me AGAIN. I got kicked out of a lot of schools. They just didn't understand. Then suddenly one guy went up and said-

"I bet your dad ran off because you're such a loser."

That was it. I had had enough. I screamed and a bright white light flashed, leaving all the kids in the room unconscious except for me. The teachers saw and pointed at me. I burst into tears and ran out of the building, not caring whether the kids were actually unconscious, or… dead.

Percy was looking at me expectantly.

"Well… yes." I admitted.

He smiled triumphantly and said,

"That technically proved you're a demigod. Are you ADHD? Or dyslexic?"

My face flushed.

"It's not unusual!" I defended.

He laughed

"No, no… that's a sign that you're a demigod or half-blood. Your ADHD is your battlefield reflexes. Your dyslexia is how you read Ancient Greek."
A demigod or a half-blood; what did that mean. Who needs battlefield reflexes? And why would I want to read Ancient Greek?

"What's a half-blood?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"It's when a god/goddess has children with a mortal."

A…half-god? That's what I am? At least this means I'm not crazy. But this is really far-fetched. Where's the evidence?When he said we were related to gods, I thought it was like a great-great-great grandpa or something. But this!

"Both my parents are dead." I stated firmly.

"But what happened?" He asked.

"My mom… I don't know. Something attacked her, I guess. My dad… he left, but my mom said he was loving, so if he loved me he would be back, right? So he's also dead."

Percy shook his head.

"Your father's a god, Halley." He said gently. "Just accept it."

Seriously I just… can't accept that all these things that happened to me were because of a god that was my father. I told Percy I was tired and went into the Hermes cabin, curling up on the bed. I napped for a few hours, waking up before dinner. Since it was my first day I didn't have any activities to do. So I waited until dinner and the Hermes cabin filed in. I just barely had enough space but it was still comfortable. I loaded up my plate with steak and spring rolls. I realized that everyone was putting food in the fire. Weird… I followed anyway and when it was my turn I sacrificed a spring roll. I caught the scent of the smoke and it smelled… godly. Like beef mixed with strawberries and apple pie. I smelled it again before going back to my table to eat. At the camp fire apparently I was supposed to get claimed now. We sang silly songs lead by the Apollo cabin and the campfire roared and was bright red. Then, right before it was time for bed, a bright light appeared over my head. I looked up to see a miniature sun. The Apollo campers grinned at me. Chiron announced in a loud voice,

"All Hail Halley Johnson, Daughter of Apollo!"

And just like that I was whisked to the Apollo cabin. The cabin members were fun and friendly, and I stayed up a bit chatting. Then I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up hot. Like really, really hot. I wondered if I had a fever. My eyes were still blurred from sleeping, and my brain was fuzzy, so I didn't see the flames licking the walls of the cabin, or hear the screams of the Apollo campers outside. Too late I realized that the cabin was burning down. I couldn't get out, so I used my last resort. I shut my eyes and created a blast of light. Unfortunately, it threw me out of the cabin, exploding. I sailed through the air, and the last picture I saw before blackness was a huge fire, burning Camp Half-Blood to ashes.