"Hey," the taller one said, "I'm Travis."
"Hi," I replied, "I'm Alyson. But call me Ally unless you want to wake up on a raft in the middle of the Atlantic." I said.
"I like the way you think." Travis replied.
Then, I turned to address the other kid.
"If he's Travis, you must be Connor." I said.
"I must be." Connor agreed.
"So, I guess I'll be going now. I'll check in on you before the campfire tonight." Will said.
"Okay, bye Will." I said and turned to Travis and Connor.
"So," Travis said, " We need to find you a bed. Since every bed downstairs is taken, you'll be upstairs."
"Okay." I replied and followed them upstairs.
All the beds up here were not bunk beds. The beds each had one night stand next to them.
"Will I be the only one up here?" I asked.
"Nope. Travis and I are up here too." Connor replied.
"Okay." I said.
"Hold on. I'll be right back." Travis told me.
While Connor and I waited for Travis to come back, I sat on my bed and Connor asked me questions.
"How did you get here?" he asked.
"I don't remember." I replied.
"Where did they find you?" he asked.
"Chiron said they found me on top of Half-Blood Hill with a bloody gash on my forehead." I answered.
"And you remember nothing about your past?" he asked.
"Nothing." I replied. This seemed to trouble him. Then, Travis walked back in.
"Here. I got you some stuff from the camp store. A satchel, toothpaste, toothbrush, soap, deodorant, shampoo and conditioner, a hairbrush, a camp t-shirt, and a pair of pants. I guessed you were a size small." He said. All the stuff was in the satchel.
"Yeah, I am. Thanks." I said. Wait, I thought. Why would he have bought me—Son of Hermes, the god of thieves.
"You stole these, didn't you Travis!" I accused.
"Yes, yes I did." Travis replied with a grin.
"Well, thanks." I said.
"No problem, Alyson." Travis said.
"It's Ally." I said, glaring at him.
Travis and Connor cracked up. Then the dinner bell rang.
"Lets' go, Al. Time for dinner." Connor said.
All the Hermes kids went to the pavilion and sat down at their table. Then, we got up with our plates and got into a single-file line with the rest of the campers. One by one, the campers approached a bronze brazier and scraped part of their meal in while saying a gods name. When I got to the brazier, I scraped in my whole piece of steak and silently said, " Please mom or dad, claim me." Then we all sat down and started eating and chatting. Travis and Connor were definitely pranksters and troublemakers, but they were really cool to hang out with. While Travis, Connor, and I got into a debate about which T.V. show is better, Family Guy or South Park, Travis suddenly asked me, "Ally, why aren't you freaking out? About not remembering your past and about being a half-blood?"
"I don't want to dwell on the past, or my lack of remembering my past. I'll hopefully get my memories back sooner or later. As for being a half-blood, I'm not worried. You two, Will, and Chiron have all treated me like family from the start." I said.
Then, a man I had never seen before walked up to the podium. Connor turned to me.
"That's Mr. D, the camp director. A.K.A, Dionysus, god of wine." Connor told me.
Then, Mr. D started talking.
"Hello, you brats. I'm required to welcome our new camper, Alexa." Chiron whispered something to Mr. D, " I mean Ally. So, welcome. We'll see if you get claimed tonight." After Dionysus said a few more announcements, he finally says, " Okay, now run along to your silly little campfire sing-along."
Everyone whooped and hollered. Then, Will walked up to me.
"Hey Ally, do you mind if we talk after the sing-along? I just found out that I'm leading the songs and I have to get my guitar ready." Will said.
"Sure, we can talk later," I said.