A/N: Sorry, I was having terrible writer's block during this chapter, the next one will be better; swear on the Styx and everything.

January fifth was when Percy heard from Lizzie since Christmas.

"Lizzie? Are you okay?"

She turned and looked at him; her blood-shot eyes were puffy and brimming with tears.

"Oh no, was it Gwen again?" He asked, about to walk over and give Gwen a piece of his mind.

"No, Percy. It's not that, my parents th-" she gulped. "They don't want me anymore, they put me in foster care, and someone adopted me. Percy, I won't-" She stopped again, this time Percy understood. He gave her a big warm hug; then he started crying too. Abruptly, though, Percy stopped.

"Wait, grab you stuff, I'm going to take you on a trip."

So Lizzie grabbed some clothes and off they went. Percy put her stuff in the back of his Prius and sped away from Goode High School, and away from all their problems.

About twenty minutes out, Lizzie asked where they were going.

"A summer camp, one of my favorite places." Was Percy's quite confusing answer.

"Won't it be closed?" Lizzie asked, after all, it was January.

Percy shook his head and wouldn't say anything more on the matter.

A while later, they stopped at the bottom of a tall hill on Long Island.

"Here's where we get off," Percy instructed. He took her things from the trunk and started up the hill. Confused, yet excited at the prospect of leaving her past behind; Lizzie followed. Once they got to the top of the hill, the only thing to be seen was a tall pine tree.

"I thought you said we were going to a summer camp," Lizzie said.

Laughing, Percy replied,

"We are; I give you, Elizabeth Mullins, permission to enter camp." With that, Percy ran down the hill, giving Lizzie no choice but to trail behind.

As soon as she passed the pine, Lizzie saw an elaborate camp, a circle of cabins, each spectacularly decorated, a strawberry field and so much more. Realizing she was falling behind, the fourteen year old hurried to catch up. Once she caught up, Percy was already greeting some friends on the beach, friends that just so happened to have either one eye, or goat legs.

"Tyson! Grover! How are you guys? It's great to see you again."

"Brother!" The one with a single eye exclaimed, "I have missed you, and so has Ella." With the last statement, the Cyclops, evidently named Tyson, blushed deeply.

"I missed you, too. Oh! Guys, I want you to meet my friend, Lizzie. Come here, sis'."

Sheepishly, Lizzie walked up to her pseudo brother and said the first thing that came to her mind,

"He's a goat."

Indignantly, Goat-Man said,

"Hey! I'm a satyr, only half goat. And my name's Grover, by the way."

Bewildered, Percy said,

"You can see that? How many eyes does Tyson have, then?"

Lizzie thought that this was a ridiculous question,

"Umm, one. Percy, why are you acting like this, why did the Cyclops call you 'Brother?' and why are there Cyclopes and satyrs here in the first place?"

Percy sighed then, obviously, reluctantly explained that the Greek gods were real, and that he was the son of Poseidon, Tyson was his brother and Grover had found the god Pan and had a girlfriend named Juniper who is a dryad. Oblivious to the fact that Lizzie was completely overwhelmed by all this information, Percy rambled on about his life at camp. By the time he got to the point where he was talking about the war with Gaea, Lizzie had turned to Grover and had gotten the condensed version of it all.

Scared and confused, Lizzie burst out,

"Percy, what is going on? One minute, I tell you I'm leaving, the next you whisk me to a place with Cyclopes, satyrs, what's next? A centaur?"

At that moment, Chiron trotted up behind Percy and asked,

"What's going on? Percy, who's this?"

Suddenly desperate the son of Poseidon said,

"Chiron, this is my friend, Lizzie. She's not a half-blood, but she needs to stay here; at least until it's safe for her to come home. Please, sir. She's like family to me."

Just then, a holographic wave, the symbol Kymopoleia appeared over Lizzie's head. Chiron smiled and proclaimed,

"All hail Elizabeth Mullins, daughter of Kymopoleia, goddess of violent sea storms."

Smiling more than he ever has before, Percy lifted Lizzie into the air and spun her around.

"Ha! This is great! We're actually family!"

Percy rambled on and on about how he was going to make her cabin the absolutely best one there, while Lizzie, confused as ever, felt a tugging sensation in her stomach as Percy spun her, and a whirlpool formed in the middle of Canoe Lake. Startled, every one stared at the new girl, much more powerful than they first thought.

"Whoa," Grover breathed. "How did the monsters overlook you?"

All Lizzie wanted to do was to go home, back to the Jackson-Blofis apartment in Manhattan. She turned and walked over to Percy's cabin and pulled out her phone. Grover told her that she wasn't supposed to have one, but right now, she just needed to hear some encouraging words.

"Lizzie?" a voice said on the other end. "What's up?"

"I wanna come home, Sally. Percy took me to Camp Half-Blood, but I just wanna come home." Lizzie cried into the phone. "I'm confused and scared and have no clue what's going on."

"Lizzie, do you want me to come get you?" The sincerity in her voice put Lizzie over the edge. Tears streamed down her face as she said that's exactly it. Sally's soothing voice came over the phone, telling the brunette that she'll be there in around twenty minutes. With that, their conversation ended and Lizzie flopped onto a bed and cried.