A/N: Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

The next day, I didn't even get a warning before being hurled onto the floor.

"Owww! What the Hades, Grace?" I moaned, getting up from the floor.

"What did you do to piss of the Hephaestus Cabin?" Grace asked, looking pissed off.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Well, there's a celestial bronze collum covering the exit." Grace explained.

'Bullshit.' I thought, but I played along anyway.

"Oh, right, that must be the olives I put in Will's socks." I replied sarcastically.

"What! Why?" Grace snapped.

"He stole my chaingun that fires ponies." I said, making it painfully obvious I was being sarcastic, as Grace didn't get it the first time.

She gave me the 'I'm going to kill you slowly and painfully look', but I was used to it and didn't react.

"Wait, you're serious?" I asked after a few minutes.

"Of course I fucking am!" she shouted.

"I didn't do nothing." I said.

"If you didn't do nothing then you did do something!" Grace snapped.

"Not literally." I added to my previous sentence.

"I don't believe you." Grace said.

That's when Craig woke up.

"What are you two fighting over now?" he sighed.

Grace didn't reply, just opened the door as far as she could before it hit the celestial bronze column outside. Craig sighed and went out into the armoury from the side door inside the cabin. He came out with a breaching charge, and placed it on the column. He waved us back, then detonated the charge, blowing a man-sized hole straight through the column. A piece of shrapnel almost hit me, but I sidestepped and it bounced off of the far wall.

"What the Hades just happened?" and variations were all said as Mark, Rose and Lavender all woke up instantly at the sound of the explosion.

Me and Grace explained the situation as Craig went to get dressed. While Grace was talking, I slipped away and got dressed into my usual Camp Half-Blood shirt, jeans and trainers. Craig left almost as soon as I got there, and I went into the armoury to get a sword. I headed back out into the cabin proper, wher Grace and Craig were waiting for everyone else. I joined them, and Grace told me to collect the shrapnel from inside the cabin. I grumbled as I walked around collecting the still warm shards of celestial bronze scattered throughout the cabin's interior. When everyone was dressed we went to breakfast.

"Who's that over there?" asked Mark, pointing.

I looked and saw one of the Satyrs guiding a little girl who couldn't be more than 8 towards the Big House. I could tell from a distance that the Satyr had been in combat recently, and that the little girl was crying.

"She's so young." Rose said sadly.

"Poor little girl." Lavender added.

"Wonder who her godly parent is?" Mark said.

"We'll find out later. Right now, we've got archery." Grace said, turning away from the new camper and walking off towards the archery range.

We didn't take long to arrive at the archery range. It was a simple fenced off zone with targets controlled by the press of a button, the closest they could pop up being 25 meters, the furthest 250 meters. There was a small, rectangular building designed like an old Greek house in terms of asthetics at the end, holding the bows, arrows and firing line. We filed in, selected our bows, took ten arrows each, and got ready to fire once Grace gave us the order.

"Ten shots rapid at the target to your front." Grace said as a man sized target popped up in each 'lane' about 100 meters away.

I analyzed the instructions quickly.

Ten shots - I need to fire all ten of my arrows.
Rapid - I need to fire them as fast as I can while still being accurate.
Target to your front - I needed to fire at the target directly in front of me.

"Go!" she shouted, then started firing.

I quickly knocked an arrow and aimed above the target, compensating for distance. I fired and reached for another arrow. My previous shot went over the target, and I aimed lower and fired again. I saw the arrow soar over the targets shoulder and aimed down and to the left for my next shot. I smiled as the arrow stuck into the target and shook slightly. I continued firing, hitting with my next three, missing once, then hitting near the spot between the eyes you get loads of points for with my last three arrows. I counted up my points, putting me third in the cabin behind Grace and Jenassa, only 5 points ahead of Mark. That was a tiny difference considering we both got over 5000 points. I considered myself an ok archer. Sure, it took me a shot or two to adjust to range, but after that I could do pretty well.

"Not bad, Mark, but you're not as good as me." I laughed, turning to my half-brother and friend.

"You were five points ahead, Tom. FIVE." Mark replied.

"Oh, I see, you're jealous. That's five." I laughed.

"That was a terrible pun." Mark said dryly.

"Yeah, it wasn't that punny." I replied, unable to help myself.

"Bad joke times over. Everyone go and get your arrows." Grace said.

I walked to the far right of the building where the gate into the shooting area was, and headed around behind the targets. Then, I walked up to mine and went around to the front. I know, it was a slow route, but it was the one we had to take for safety reasons, so I had no choice but to use it. I put my thumb and index finger on either side of one of my arrows and pulled it out, then repeated the process for the other seven. Finally, I fetched the three arrows that landed behind the target.

We returned to the firing line on the other side of the fence, and fired again, this time focusing more on accuracy than speed. The results were in the same order, except this time me and Mark were tied. We kept firing arrows for an entire hour, with me and Mark competing for third place. I tended to do better during rapid firing, whereas Mark won most of the times we had to shoot targets that randomly popped up. In accurate firing, we drew most of the time. At the end, Mark was leading 7-6, so I grudingly admitted defeated.

'You win this time, Mark.' I thought, 'But next time we do archery, I'll win.'

I decided to ask Jen for some advice on archery next time we were both free, so I could make Mark pay for daring to challenge me! I calmed down, reminding myself that it's just archery practice, and that winning really isn't that important. As I was thinking, Chiron came over and told us that the little girl we saw earlier was also a child of Athena, and that we had to go and introduce her to us and give her a tour of camp after lunch. Looks like I had yet another half-sister.

The other activity before lunch was Greek, more specifically translating words from Greek to English and vice versa. I did quite well, getting 19 out of 20, as compared to the camp average of 13. My one mistake was confusing 'Boot' and 'Bolt'. I cursed myself for the simple mistake - I really wanted to get 100% correct - that way Grace couldn't claim to be smarter than me, which infuriated me even though it really shouldn't matter that much.

We had lunch - bacon sandwiches and tomatoes. The Athena Cabin also got some olives, because the Olive Tree was sacred to our mum. It felt weird calling Athena my mum, mostly because she's a godess.

"So that poor little girl's in our cabin." Rose said as we ate.

"Yeah, duh." Grace grumbled through a mouthful of olives.

"No need to be so mean about it, Grace." Jen said, "She's just making conversation."

"You really hate confrontation, don't you. Guess that expalins why you favour a bow." Grace snapped.

'Gods, she's in a bad mood. Must be her time of the month.' I thought.

"You're really pissy today Grace. It your time of the month?" I asked before I could stop myself.

Grace hurled her chair over the table, hitting me and sending me falling backwards onto the ground. I saw Grace stand up with her knife in her hand, but everyone else sprang up too.

"Let's not get into a fight." Mark said.

Grace glared at Mark and he backed away.

"Everyone calm down." Craig said, taking charge.

Craig didn't talk much, so when he did, we listened.

"Tom, go and give our new half-sibling a tour. Grace, calm the fuck down." he said before returning to his meal.

I obeyed, not wanting to get into an actual physical fight with Grace. Curse my loose tounge.

A/N: So, yeah. Mysteries, new camper, Tom's lack of control over what he says starting fights, and more. If you enjoyed, leave a review. If you didn't, leave a review anyway!