Sorry this is kind of short, but I was actually going to make a huge chapter. After seeing that it had about 2,100 words I decided to split this in half. That's also why it kinda ends so abruptly. This chapter is also a little uneventful, but I think the next one will keep you on your toes. So, give me some feedback if you can, and enjoy.

I'm not a very social guy as you can imagine. I've been alone most of my life, and most of the people I meet end up dying soon after.

After taking in the scenery for a couple of minutes Piper got up off the stairs we were casually sitting on and said, "Alright, we should really get to Chiron. He should be inside by now."

"Okay, but can I get my shirt back. I feel a little exposed even with half of my chest in bandages."

"I have a better idea, follow me," she said with a glimmer in her eyes. She lead me towards the door we just came from, and headed up the stairs. In the hall way there were two sliding doors. She opened them, and inside were at least 100 orange t-shirts reading 'Camp Half-Blood' with some kind of winged horse beneath it. She went through them, stopped, looked at me, and started going through them again. Eventually she pulled one out, "Here this should fit you."

She handed it to me. It was obviously the same shirt that everyone else I've seen for the past couple of days were wearing. It must've been like their badge. It was their way of saying that they belonged here. I reluctantly took the shirt. I looked it over carefully. I didn't feel like I deserved it. Hell, I might just be over thinking it and the shirt was actually just some stupid participation reward. Plus, even if it was important, most of my time here has been spent trying to kill everyone. These people, if anything, were incredibly forgiving. I slipped the shirt on, and it fit like it was made for me.

Piper beamed at me, like she was five and I just said we were going out for ice cream. "Good, we probably shouldn't keep Chiron waiting," she said motioning for me to follow.

As she was leading me back downstairs I asked, "Who is Chiron anyway?"

"He's our trainer, mentor, and the camp activities director."

"What does he want with me?"

"He...um... wants to interview you," she told me trying to find the right words.

"What?" I thought I was a new camper not applying for a job.

"He usually doesn't ask new campers, but since your dramatic entrance he's been wanting to talk to you as soon as possible," she told me sounding as confused as I felt.

'Shit' I thought. If he asked anything about my life,(which usually happens at interviews) I can say good-bye to this camp forever. We were turning a corner, and came into this big room that looked like a conference room with a ping-pong table and a fireplace. I kept studying the room. For some reason there was a stuffed jaguar head above the smoldering logs. I went closer to get a better look. The eyes were incredibly realistic, and it was almost eerie. I got so close I was practically face to face with it. The mouth was so well made I thought I saw it drooling. Wait a sec.

"Raaargh!"

"HOLY SHIT!" The head jerked forward trying to nip me, and I fell backwards onto the ping-pong table trying to get away.

I was still panting from the heart attack I just had when I heard an old voice say, "Don't worry, he just doesn't like strangers, but he'll warm up to you. Oh, and I would watch that mouth if I were you." A bearded guy in his, maybe, mid-forties rolled up in a wheel-chair looking agitated. Right when I saw him I could have sworn he was a college professor. He wore the kind of suit with the leather on the elbows, and the way he talked just felt like he was in charge.

"Are you Chiron?" I asked getting off the table as quickly as possible while not taking my eyes off the head hanging on the wall. It was still growling at me.

"I am," he said casually, "and we have much to discuss. So take a seat if you'd like." I sat down in the chair across the table from him. The jaguar stopped growling and licked his nose and started looking around the room like nothing happened. I looked around and saw Piper leaning against the wall. "And what would your name be?"

"Danny."

"Well Danny, I understand that you came here under unusual circumstances." I could feel the conversation getting a little awkward.

"You could say that," I replied with a chuckle.

"I am also truly sorry that our dragon almost killed you," he apologized, almost like he was apologizing for his dog crapping on my lawn. Call me touchy, but he didn't sound sincere. "I see you have gotten yourself acquainted with Piper."

"Yeah, she helped me um... get a t-shirt," I wanted to delay talking about myself as much as possible, and talking about Piper would probably lead to a conversation about a certain problem she helped me sort out.

"Get a t-shirt, hmm," he said questioningly.

"Yup," I said. This conversation was starting to get uncomfortably awkward.

Piper broke the silence, "Chiron don't you think Mr. D should be here for this, not that I'm complaining." Chiron looked at her.

"Unfortunately, he is at Olympus for an emergency meeting of some sort." He looked back to me with a small reassuring smile.

"Danny, how long do you think you were unconscious?"

"Before or after the dragon kicked my ass?" I asked in a serious tone. Just as I finished there was a knock on the door.

Chiron shot me a look like he was telling me off with his eyes, probably for 'cussing' as they call it. I call it creative speaking. He then said, "Come in." The door opened and a tall figure with messy black hair walked in. When he saw me he jolted back in surprise. In response his hand moved toward his pocket slightly, but he saw I wasn't attacking anyone or armed so he relaxed.

"Should I come back at a different time," he asked nervously.

"No your fine," he said in a passive tone,"Is there something you wanted to tell me."

"Um... yeah," he said warily flicking his eyes towards me, "For some reason all of the satyrs have retreated to the forest."

Chiron gave him a confused look, "Strange, have you pursued any of them."

"Yes, but you know how well satyrs can hide."

"Of course," he looked down, in thought, then dismissed it, to carry on with our conversation like nothing. "Please take a seat Percy, I do believe you have good reason to hear this as any." He sat down next to Chiron. "Anyway, I was about to say to not use vulgar language when speaking to me." I was gonna make some smart ass remark because I get a little ticked off when people tell me to quit cussing, especially when I was barely cussing. I wanted this guy to like me though,. If I start pissing him off right when I meet him, there was no doubt he was gonna kick me out. "I did mean after the dragon attacked you."

"Well guessing on where I was when I got knocked out the first time, then suddenly waking up in Long Island, I was probably asleep for about two or three days the first time if my... chauffeurs were driving non-stop," I said looking at the guy who was looking more and more like Chiron's bodyguard.

"It was three days," the guy said who was starting to look a little annoyed.

"Instead of a horse giving me a concussion though,"

"Pegasus," he said.

"Weird name for a horse, but okay. I was tossed around by a dragon like a chew toy this time though, so that probably did at least a little more damage. My best guess is probably, that I was out for maybe four days."

"A good guess," Chiron replied,"I probably would've come to that conclusion myself." There was a small strange silence. "Danny, you were passed out for only a few hours." Even with as much nectar we fed you, and as much medical treatment received not even the strongest demigod could wake up that soon, much less even survive with all the damage it did. If you look your hand is completely healed, so is your spine, and I'm guessing that if you were to take off those bandages those hundreds of two inch deep wounds would be completely healed."

I looked at him surprised. It wasn't everyday that you found out you were superhuman. Maybe it was the shivers that wanted me awake.