For those that missed it last chapter, you can send in a demigod for cameos. When the summer session starts, I kind of want the camp to seem full, but I don't want to sit and come up with a ton of extras. This doesn't mean your character will be heavily featured. In fact, they will just make quick appearances. I will credit you for any characters you send in that I use. If you want the guidelines, they're at the end of the last chapter.

Dawn: I Remember Hellhounds of My Past

I'll admit, I was a bit jealous that Mary-Ann found her father so easily. Granted, I was also glad that Dionysus wasn't claiming me to be his daughter. So, while Percy and Annabeth were watching Dionysus and Mary-Ann, I noticed Chiron was more interested in me.

"What did you say your surname is, again?" Chiron asked.

"Westbrook," I said slowly.

He looked considerate for a moment. "As in Hermione Westbrook?" Chiron asked eventually.

My eyes widened. "You know my mom?"

"Not only that, but I trained her," Chiron said. "For three summers, at least. She was extremely talented and could have been a great hero."

"Could have been?" I was a bit offended by that.

"Until she devoted herself to a life of crime," Chiron said.

"She's out there fighting monsters, killing demons every day while you sit behind these camp boundaries," I said. "And you have the gall to say she's not a hero?"

"Dawn, was it," Percy said. He glanced at Annabeth briefly, I noticed.

"I don't want to hear it," I spat. I turned back to Chiron. "I don't even know where my mother is right now because she risked herself to make sure that we weren't followed onto a train by a monster."

"It's just that," Percy tried again.

"No, I said I don't want to hear it," I said.

"She's here!" Annabeth yelled.

That stopped me. "She's... here? But, how?"

"We brought her here after rescuing her from some monsters," Percy said. "She's a half-blood, isn't she, and you're something more."

I stared at Percy. I wasn't so comfortable with him having figured that out so easily. "What are you, a prophet?" I asked. "Oh, never mind, where is she?"

"She's in the infirmary," Annabeth said. "It's just down the hall-"

She didn't finish before I was running through the house trying to find her. It didn't take me long to find the room where she was asleep on a bed. She had a bruise on her chin that hadn't been there when we were at the station. I lightly laid my hand on her cheek, by way of telling her I was there.

"She's going to be fine," I heard Chiron behind be. "She was mostly exhausted."

"But she can easily outrun any creature," I argued.

"I think she was trying to lure an Empousa away from you," Chiron said. "Keep its attention so that it wouldn't go after you. If it had caught the next train, it would have caught you in New York."

"So?" I questioned. "I could have taken it. My mother's trained me very well."

"I'm sure she has," Chiron said. "However, the burden of defeating her in a public place would have been very bad for you. She didn't want that to fall on your shoulders, but after running for so many miles and then finding herself between three different monsters, your mother was caught by surprise. She only got hit once before Annabeth and Percy arrived."

I wiped my eyes as they were beginning to overflow with tears. "She shouldn't have been hit at all. It's my fault. I'm a magnet for monsters usually."

"Why is that?" Chiron asked. "I am aware that your mother is a half-blood, but what are you?"

"I'm not sure, exactly," I said. "Whatever you get when a half-blood and a god have a kid."

Chiron was quiet for a moment. "But you don't know who your father is..."

I shook my head.

"Tell me about yourself," Chiron said. "Interesting facts. You said your mother trained you, what's your best weapon?"

I smiled. "I have a whip that I'm quite partial to," I told him. "When I was nine, my mother and I battled five Hellhounds together... I took out four while she only got one."

"Okay, I don't believe any gods use a whip..."

"They don't that I know of," I said. "Though maybe Himeros did, but not as a weapon..." That earned me a frown from Chiron so I returned to the topic of my whip. "The whip was my mothers, apparently a present from a friend at camp. But she wasn't very good with it."

"What about grades?"

"They're really good," I told him. "My mother started me with Greek when I was little, and so English is kind of my second language. Learning a new alphabet as an eight year old was annoying, but necessary. I have no idea whether I would have been dyslexic had I started with English."

"ADHD?"

"Never officially diagnosed," I told him. "But anyone you ask from where I'm from would tell you have I it."

"Anything else?"

I nodded. "I don't see the Mist at all. Never have."

"That's odd," Chiron said. "Not unheard of, but quite odd. Even for a demigod. I'm not sure the term 'Half-Blood' actually applies to you."

"Would you mind leaving me alone with my mother for a while?" I asked.

Chiron seemed to understand this. "I'll have Troy deliver your bags to Cabin Eleven for now. I don't think any of the current Hermes children will steal your things. Especially when they find out that Hermione is your mother." With that, he wheeled himself out of the room. I wasn't fooled by that. I knew exactly who he was. If there was one thing my mother had hammered into my brain, it was Greek history. Most people called it mythology.

I moved to take my mother's hand in my own. It was the only comfort I could get from her until she woke up and was herself again.

I thought back to when I was younger and still traveled with my mother. We had encountered probably a few hundred monsters before I started to live with Gran. I couldn't understand how my mother could have been beaten by a monster after the number we destroyed or escaped from unscathed... well, usually unscathed.

My free hand traveled to my stomach where I had some pretty nasty scars. A hellhound when I was five. To this day, I don't know how I managed to survive as I'm pretty sure my mother didn't have any ambrosia or nectar with her―the food and drink of the gods have healing properties for demigods, so long as we didn't consume too much. She tells me that it must be the fact that I have three-fourths divine blood, but I've never really believed that.

After a short while, I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I was in the past. I knew it was the past because I was in the seat on a train, and my mother was wearing a blonde wig that she lost years ago. I quickly knew what was coming. I tried to speak, to move, but I couldn't. Not until I heard the growling behind us.

I don't remember exactly where we were or why the train cart was so empty that day, but we were the only two in the car. I had barely even heard the growling and already my mother was out of her seat, facing the Hellhound.

It was big, and that's not just because I was five. It towered over my mom. I was beginning to wonder how if fit in the car.

"Run," my mother said, drawing her butterfly swords. However, before she could, as I was running down the aisle toward the door to the next car, where the huge hound would not be able to follow me, it charged. He swung his head at my mother, knocking her into a row of seats, and was at me the next second.

I tripped, falling to the ground. I rolled over to see the hound, maybe defend myself with the small dagger my mother allowed me to carry, but it slashed at me, tearing through my dress, through my skin. I screamed loudly as it did this again. A large glob of drool fell from its mouth, right above the would, but began dripping in, which was causing more pain. I couldn't breath, and I definitely couldn't move.

Just as it was inches from eating me, it howled. My mother had stabbed it in the haunch with one of her swords. While it was momentarily distracted, my mother jumped over the seats of several rows as quickly as she could, and sliced at the dog's neck. Her sword wasn't very long, so even though blood began to drip, it was still alive. It snapped at her, just missing as she ducked between the seats. From there, she stabbed it in the foot. It howled again and whimpered. My mother jumped up again, taking off a chunk of its nose, which immediately disintegrated to gold dust. She kept slashing at it, driving it back, until she got another good shot at it's neck, penetrating the vein. And then it was gone.

By this time, I had lost all ability to scream. I couldn't feel anything anymore, not pain, not even tingling. It was as if I no longer had a body. I know my body was shaking, because my mother came and tried to hold me still for a moment. But then she didn't care about that as she took in my stomach. She just stared, the tears pouring down her cheeks.

"Dawn, baby, don't you dare die on me," she said. "I'm warning..." she choked as she tried to speak. "Help!" she cried loudly. No one appeared. "Lord Hermes!" Still no one. I believe my body had stopped shaking. I couldn't see much, just a watery image of the ceiling over me. "Patéras!" This sounded a bit less foreign to me at the time because I primarily spoke Greek, but still, there was no one where. "PATÉRAS!"

This was the last thing I heard before I had lost consciousness when I was five, but now I could see what was still happening, but not from my own eyes anymore. My mother's blonde wig was falling off her head slowly. I was a bloody mess, as were my mother's hands as she was trying to keep the blood from flowing from my body.

There was a flash from behind where I was looking, and my mother looked up. I turned to see a man wearing what resembled a UPS outfit, though not quite as it had Greek letters rather than UPS written on it. His hair was all salt and pepper, and his elvish feathers were just like my mother's.

"I need your help," she pled with him. "She's just a little girl."

"Consequences must be paid sometimes," Hermes said.

"I've done what you've requested of me," my mother cried. "I am your patron... I'm your loyal servant... your daughter. She is your grandchild!"

"Why not call for her father?" Hermes asked.

My mother choked on a sob. Her face was tear-stained, mascara streaked. "Please," she said in a quiet voice very uncharacteristic of the woman that had raised me for ten years.

"Close your eyes," he said. My mother did as requested and I turned away. There was another bright flash. When the light dimmed, I turned back, but he was gone. I was completely healed, four thick scars over my stomach.

And then I nine, the incident from four years early not making it known in my mind as my mother and I stood back to back, five Hellhounds around us. We were in a hotel lobby this time, and everyone had already run, some yelling about wolves, jaguars, and even one person swearing that there were rhinos.

These were much smaller than the one from when I was five.

"Are you ready, Dawn?" my mother asked. The Hellhounds were closing in.

"Let's go before we run out of room to fight," I replied. I could only imagine my mother smiled. We each jumped forward, her pulling the butterfly swords always holstered in her jacket, and me snapping the whip that had been acting as a belt.

I cracked the whip, throwing one hound back. Another jumped, but I ran and slid under it. I snapped the whip at it's front paw, flipping it onto its back. A moment later, I cracked it hard against one running at me, which destroyed the creature due to the whip being made of Celestial Bronze. I cracked it again, against a second one. This one whimpered loudly, but backed up for a moment. I ran at it, jumping onto a chair, then a table, and high enough that I sailed over its head, landing on its back. A moment later, I was sitting on it like it was a horse. Grabbing a fistful on fur with my free hand, I snapped my whip at the one that charged me earlier. This time I took off its ear, which freaked him out and he rammed into a support pillar.

At this point, I noticed that one was sneaking up on my mom as she faired against the same one she had been battling. I steered the dog I was on in that direction. I cracked the whip against its back and it ran. I whipped the one sneaking up on my mother as hard as I could, just as it tried to bite her. His teeth had barely begun to graze her arm when I destroyed it and it was gold dust.

Of course, this distracted my mother, and while her head was turned, I took care of the Hellhound she had been battling. One more snap of the whip got the one that charged for a third time.

The Hellhound I was on, finally threw me off. I landed hard on my back, my whip falling from my hand. Before it could injure me, my mother was standing over me, her sword going straight up into the canine's head.

"Why were you on its back?" my mother asked, looking down at me.

"Because it couldn't bite or scratch me up there..." I said. "Why weren't you guarding your back?"

My mother's cheeks turned red.

"Time to awake, my darling," my mother's voice said in my ear.

I opened my eyes to see that I was back at Camp Half-Blood. It was dark outside the window. I looked around; we were the only ones in the room. There was a tray with two plates, one empty of food and one looked untouched.

"You ate without me?" I asked.

"I tried to wake you, but you were out cold," my mother said, a bright smile on her face. A bit of it seemed forced.

I straightened out in the chair I was in, my back now hurting after having fallen asleep at an awkward angle. "Is that for me?" I asked, nodding at the second plate.

She nodded and handed it to me. "It might be a bit cold," she warned as I grabbed the fork. I began shoveling some mashed potatoes into my mouth. I didn't care that they were room temperature, I was hungry. I hadn't eaten all day, not to mention that I didn't get more than two bites of lunch or any dinner the day before. The chicken was quite good, despite not being remotely warm anymore.

"How long ago was this brought in?" I asked before forking a piece of broccoli into my mouth.

"Maybe two hours," my mother said.

I sighed as I finished chewing the veggie and swallowed. "You're not staying," I said slowly. "Are you?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow," she said. "But not until about noon. We'll spend the morning together... Deal?"

I nodded. I held up a hand, pinky out. My mother looped her pinky around mine and we shook. The unbreakable pinky promise, which was to us what swearing upon the River Styx was to others.

"We should head to Cabin Eleven then," my mother said once I had finished eating.

"Cabin Eleven?" I asked. It took me a moment to remember that Chiron said that Troy was taking my stuff there.

"It's the Hermes cabin," my mother said. "And the cabin of unclaimed half-bloods."

"But, I'm not a half-blood," I reminded my mother.

She stopped, and looked at me. "Well, demigod..." she said. "Come on, I want to see if my bed is still open."

I nodded and followed my mother out.