Never get claimed to a goddess who never has kids when almost every cabin leader hates you and since they are all older than fifteen, they all know several painful ways to kill you. That was the situation I was in sitting around the pig pong table while watching Michael Yew spray Eazy-Cheese into his mouth.

"Well, let's get to the topic of a certain camper who can't seem to keep a chore without destroying something,"Mr.D said popping open a can of Coke. "So any ideas so I can get outta here."

"She could polish the arena?" Luke suggested first and I glared at him.

"And risk her making the whole thing collapse," Miranda Gardener, cabin leader for the Demeter cabin said. "I think she should weed the strawberry patch-"

"She accidently pulled up the whole patch,"Brackenford reminded everyone. My face grew as red as a strawberry.

"She could always clean the toilets with a toothbrush?"another cabin leader said.

"She already did that and flooded the whole camp last summer because the toilet got clogged from the toothbrush and it's a long story,"Luke said shaking his head.

"Does anybody have any ideas?"Chiron asked and after a dramatic moment of silence Clarisse La Rue stood up.

"We could give her a job that could kill her if she messed up,"Clarisse grimaced.

An hour later I sat in the armory with a huge pile of weapons with Jamie. He had someone gotten roped into making sure I didn't die by Luke. He had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. So naturally instead of helping me, he settled into a chair he brought and opened up a book. My new job was polishing the weapons and Clarisse had given me all the ones with rusted blades but she didn't know that I had no idea how to polish anything.

I get bored really fast so it wasn't a surprise when I started throwing knives. A twelve year with knives wasn't smart but I knew what I was doing, sort of. I only started throwing knives and Jamie looked up from his book. "Your throwing them wrong,"he stated.

I grin and an idea forms in my head. "Show me then," I tell him. "Or I might just kill you because I'm throwing them wrong." Jamie set down his book and messed up his already messy brown hair. He took a knife from the unpolished stack. He threw the knife and I threw one right after him. I copied the way he threw the knife and we just kept throwing them.

I heard footsteps and threw one more before Mr.D walked in as Jamie threw a knife. The knife whizzed pass Mr.D's right arm and lodged itself in the armory door. He looked at us and we followed him to the Stables. "You don't throw knives when polishing," he lectured as we walked.

Jamie looked disgruntled and trudged along a little ways past the stables to a stinking pile of horse poo. "Not this again,"I moan remembering yesterday and my first punishment at Camp Half Blood.

"Scoping horse poop,"Jamie said and raising an eyebrow.

"Yes tedious and boring,"he said. "Fill up the one wheelbarrow then dispose of it to the compost pile."

"Where are the shovels,"I ask.

"You're using your hands,"Mr.D said. I shrug and start picking up handfuls of the awful smelling horse.

After an hour of Jamie's complaining I had enough,"Jamie will you stop complaining,"I tell him. "It's just poop it will not taint your essence forever."

"It's gross though,"he whined.

"Your such a baby,"I shot back dumping the manure into the wheelbarrow.

Once we had finally finished I took a shower to finally get away from Jamie's ugly face. Once I had finished it was time for dinner. I ate alone and gave an offering to Hermes like I always did thanking him for accepting me into his cabin even though he accepted everyone who wasn't claimed.

The night events went by like usual until it was time to go to bed. Annabeth went to go talk to Chiron who had gotten back from a house call from a potential camper. I was walking up to the Big House when I saw two figures helping each other to the porch of the Big House. I ran and Annabeth walked out from the house with Chiron they were leaning over the them as I bounded up to the porch.

I assessed both of them, one had black hair and tattered clothes. The other had really curly brown and the legs of a goat. Both were unconscious but I recognized the half goat boy, also known as a satyr. "Grover,"I exclaim.

I help drag them into the Big House on the comfy beds we use for people who get injured. "Who is that boy?" I asked.

"Percy Jackson,"Chiron told me. "He is the demigod I went on a house call too."

"I think he's the chosen one,"Annabeth admits.

"You thought I was the chosen one,"I tell her and she scowls at me. I give her a playful smile and set down a glass of nectar.

"Alright now let's discuss a real matter,"Chiron said and looked at me. My stomach dropped. "You were claimed by Hera. Who's capture the flag team are you on?" Annabeth lets out a chorus of laughter.

"Excuse me,"I said. "You aren't worried about the fact that I was claimed by the goddess of marriage, who shouldn't have kids but about who's team I'm on?"

Annaebth stopped laughing and Chiron smiled at me. "That worries me but I do believe I should ask for an audience with the lady herself before we discuss the matter."

"She is on my team,"Annabeth announce and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. We were grinning.

"I had assumed so,"Chiron said. "Now which one of you is going to take care of Percy?"

"Not me,"I shouted.

"I will,"Annabeth volunteered. I rolled my eyes at her and she punched me in the shoulder.

"Well then Helen go get to bed,"Chiron told me.

"Fine,"I say and look at the boy. He muttered a few words and I looked at Annabeth.

That night my usual nightmares were worse. It all started with me running like I usually did away from something I couldn't see but this time I turned and a guy with salt and pepper hair, his blue eyes looking at me. He carried a long staff with snakes wrapped around the staff. "Helen Jacobs,"his voice boomed. "You are nothing but a disgrace to the Olympians." He disappeared before he could say anything else.
I started running again. The feeling of being chased overwhelming me again, this time a woman appeared. Her features were always changing, each one ever prettier than the last. "You should have never been born, Queen Hera made a mistake,"she said. It would have been better if she had screamed it instead of said it gently.

I awoke, very confused and dazed.