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Christl was tired of waking up at random locations, having no idea how she'd got there. But this one wasn't too bad. This time, she woke up lying in soft bed, with bandages wrapped around her head. She looked around her and saw that she was in a makeshift sort of hospital, full-stocked with medicinal supplies. Next to her was a glass of golden liquid that looked suspiciously like apple juice, she moved her arm to pick up the glass when the door opened. Christl was glad she hadn't picked up the glass yet, because she probably would've dropped it out of shock: a man came into the room, except he wasn't a man, where his lower body should be, was the body of a horse, man and horse, joined in perfect harmony. "Well, I hope you're feeling better, you gave us quite a scare." The horse-man said cheerfully.

"You're half-horse." Christl gawked, immediately feeling dumb.

"Well yes," he said kindly, as if he heard that a lot, "I am a centaur, my name is Chiron."

A memory flashed through Christl's head and she spoke it aloud, "Chiron…like the Chiron from Ancient Greek stories? The one that trained heroes?"

A smile sprouted on Chiron's face, "Not like the Chiron, I am that Chiron." He walked…no, trotted over to the drink, and put it in her hands, "Drink this; it will help with your injuries."

She took the glass, but drinking was the last thing on her mind. She was reeling with questions, but she chose just a few important ones, "Where am I, How did I get here, and do you work for those freaks?" she asked, tensing her weak muscles, ready to try to escape.

"In that order? You are at Camp Half-Blood, you were saved by one of our protectors, and a few demigods, and no, we don't work with or for the Laistrygonians." He said rather impressively.

Instead of answering questions, all that he had really done was to create more, "Ok, both you and those things said demigod…what does that mean?"

"Well, considering you knew my name, I assume you are familiar with the stories of the gods? And the stories of those gods falling in love with mortals? When a god falls in love with a mortal and a child is born, the child is a demigod, half-god, half-mortal." He answered; his voice and his face told Christl he'd had this talk many times before.

"Gods? Like… the Greek gods?" She guessed, praying she was wrong.

"Yes, exactly. The Greek gods, as in, the great beings that control the forces of nature and human endeavors. " Chiron said, evidently pleased that she was accepting this so quickly. The dream came back to Christl, and now it was making sense, bit by bit. That thought didn't comfort her at all.

"But the gods are just myths, they don't exist." She said, however even as she said it, she didn't believe it.

"Well my dear, the gods still very much exist. They were first in Greece, then in Rome-"

"Then they died right?" Christl interrupted, her shattered brain trying to grasp onto her on last link to reality.

"No, the Gods are tied to Western Civilization, and are always at its heart. They began in Greece, and then they moved to Rome. After Rome they spent time throughout Europe; Germany, France, Spain, and England. And now the gods are here in America, entwined in everything that makes up this country."

Christl began to argue, but then she thought about what Elizabeth had told her, "No matter how far-fetched they may seem, all myths have some base of truth, and the crazier they are, the more likely they are to be true." With nothing left to say to the horse-man, she took a sip of the drink, but it didn't taste anything like apple juice, it tasted like Elizabeth's pies, Christl's all-time favorite food. She gulped down the rest, hungry for the taste that she'd missed for so long. Then she noticed the muscles in her arms and legs no longer felt like mush, in fact, she felt like she could tackle an ox. After a short pause she asked, "What is this stuff?"

"It is nectar, the drink of the gods, it can heal wounds and injuries, but too much of it will turn a demigods blood to fire, and their bones to ashes. For a mortal, even one sip is deadly, so the fact that you're still alive is more proof that you are a demigod." Chiron said, and he began to walk away, as if that settled it. "Oh, I'll send someone over to give you the tour shortly, enough time for you to get yourself together and such." Christl looked down at her hands, she didn't feel godly at all, she felt alone and scared; these people were letting her into their world without knowing anything about her or her accidents. She got out of the bed, and she saw an orange t-shirt, with the words Camp Half-Blood printed on the front of it, she put it on, considering next to it was the shirt she'd been wearing; tattered, with holes and burn marks all over it. She went outside and stretched her sleepy body, trying to wake herself up.

It was a sunny day, and the house was on a hill, she looked around, and she saw a rectangle of what looked like cabins to her left. Christl was beyond confused; she could see a lot of ancient Greek architecture: an open air pavilion, an amphitheater, a circular arena. Off to the other side was a thick forest, and at the apex of the hill was a singular pine tree, with what looked like a giant lizard curled around it. Then she saw someone running up towards her from the cabins, by the time they reached, she was wondering whether running was a good idea. Well whatever she had planned to do, she had missed her chance, because the person that came to show her around was huge kid, funnily enough, he had a tattoo of a rainbow on his bicep. She stared at the rainbow awkwardly for a few seconds, and then realized he could see she was staring at it. "Hello," he said, his voice rather pleasant and calm for such a big kid, "I'm Butch, and I'm supposed to give you the tour, come on." Christl followed him down towards the cabins, and he began explaining, "These are the cabins, there's one for each god, it used to be that only the Olympians had cabins, but after the war with the Titans, we made one for all the gods." Christl looked around and saw the most bizarre assortment of buildings she'd ever seen: Aside from the bronze numbers on each cabin, they look nothing alike; there was one that was painted blood red, one with plants dangling from it, on that look like the devil's favorite hangout. Near the cabins was a large park-like area, dotted with Greek statues, flower beds, and a few basketball courts. Butch took her to see the archery range, the lake, the stables, the amphitheater, the arena, and last but not least, the mess hall; which turned out to be an open-air pavilion surrounded by columns. Christl brightened up more and more throughout the tour, something about this place was filling her with a beautiful warmth. By the end of the tour she was joking around, completely relaxed. Something in her brain and in her gut told her she was home at last. Then the conch shell rang out calling everyone to the pavilion, and she saw people lining up by cabin, and with a start she realized she had no line to join, she didn't even know who her parents were.

"Uhh Butch..." she started, afraid this would cause a problem.

"Don't worry about it, you can line up with us for now." Butch said, realizing what she was talking about. "Come on, or we'll be late." He called, leading her over to his few brothers and sisters lining up to head to dinner.

As they walked over to the pavilion, Christl asked the one question that had been prominent in her mind, "Butch, if I'm supposed to be the child of a god, then which god?"

"To be honest, I don't know, the gods usually claim their children by the age of 13, so that they can be found, and so they know where to stay here at camp." Butch said, stroking his chin, "How old are you Christl?" he asked.

"Fifteen." She said, fully aware that she was putting herself out as a freak.

"Don't worry about it, your parent just probably forgot, as you can see, the gods have a lot of children. Whoever they are, they'll probably claim you now that you're here." Butch said, in his calming voice. Christl wasn't so sure. She'd been thrown from school to school, from town to town always trying to outrun her fate. She didn't know what to make of her "accidents" now, now that she was in a place so thoroughly filled with the supernatural. She hoped whoever her parent was would hurry up and explain what who she was. She realized with a start, that in her brooding they had reached the pavilion, and she sat down with Butch and the others.

"So Butch," Christl asked, eager to know, "Who is your godly parent?"

"Iris, goddess of rainbows." He said quickly. Christl smacked herself in the forehead. Duh, she thought, why else would he have that tattoo. They sat in silence as the food was brought out. After everyone had food on their plates, everyone lined up to throw some of their food into the fire at the center of the pavilion. And so, everyone proceeded to eat, the food looked amazing and tasted even better.

Then after dessert, a small, fat man with a leopard-pattern Hawaiian shirt stood up and sighed. "I suppose I should tell you all that we have a new camper today, Christl Waffle."

Christl looked up in indignation; no one had ever butchered her last name so badly. Chiron leaned in and whispered something to the man. "Er, Christl Walker," he corrected, "Hurray and all…" After a few more minutes of silence and eating, the camp headed towards the amphitheater to hang out around the campfire. There were smores, songs and lots of laughter, the worry left Christl almost immediately, and by the time everyone went back to their cabins, she was exhausted, and perfectly content. She flopped down on the bunk that she'd been given in the Hermes cabin (they said it was just until she was claimed). Too bad she could never guess how short peace could be.

In the next few days, Christl began to fall in with an everyday routine at camp. Throughout most of the day, she would rotate through outdoor activities, trying to find something she was good at. She wasn't terrible at racing, but she still got completely outrun by the instructor. Archery was a fiasco, to quote Will Solace from Apollo's Cabin, "When Christl's firing, it's safer to be where she's aiming." Wrestling went about as well every single time; the Ares kids were able to drop her to the mat in seconds. Sword-fighting wasn't her cup of tea either, but fighting with a weapon was at least better than getting dropped to the floor. Well, until she got dropped anyway, and there was a sword point at her throat. The only thing she ended up being good at was fighting with pole arms and spears, she seemed to understand what she had to do to use them properly, and even some of the Ares kids grunted that she was pretty good (after she'd leveled most of them). This routine continued for a few days, each day she got progressively better and better, until without having a blessing on them, not one of the Ares kids, could beat her spear-to-spear. At that point, only the Ares counselor Clarisse could beat Christl in a fight, and she didn't seem to take the idea that her cabin mates would lose to some new girl very well. So she took it upon herself to make up for that; she started beating Christl up at every chance she got, and Christl loved the attention. In fact, it made her a regular at the sick cabin, she would have broken ribs, broken arms, broken legs, you name it. But it wasn't all bad; she got along well with Butch and his siblings, and didn't have any problems with the Stoll Brothers, as long as there was nothing in her pockets before she went to talk to them. She even enjoyed going to the forges, to talk to Nyssa or to help out with some of the smaller tasks.

Christl thought she had gotten through the worst of it all when she didn't have to practice with Clarisse anymore; the Ares kids were coming to the arena at a different time for the next couple of weeks. But the worst was yet to come. The next Monday, Chiron announced that there was going to be a capture the flag game that Friday, so Christl started asking around. Butch told her that "It's pretty much like normal capture the flag, but with weapons and armor."

Christl actually got more worried when he said that, "Uhh Butch, I don't exactly have a weapon, I've been borrowing them from other people."

Butch shrugged, "Then let's go to forge, you get along pretty well with the Hephaestus kids, they'll probably help you out." Then he started leading her over to the forge, and Christl smiled, flush with excitement. They were going to get her a weapon, something that was hers and hers alone.

When they reached the forge, Christl was surprised at how much work had been completed since she'd last been in here (two days ago). There were bronze weapons: spears, swords, maces, and axes; there were also small robots, hammers, and a pile of something that looked suspiciously like bombs littering the floor. They kept walking until the saw Nyssa, slamming her hammer down on something that was still red hot; it had probably just came out of the forge.

She turned when she heard them approach, "Oh hey Christl," she started happily, then she noticed Butch, "Wow, whatever it is, it must be important for you to have come with her Butch." She laughed, remarking on Butch's dislike of the intense temperatures within the forge. She dipped the object into a cooling bucket, but cursed quickly in Ancient Greek when it broke. "Ah, should've let it get a little warmer before trying to shape it." She mumbled to herself, completely forgetting Christl and Butch were there.

It wasn't until Butch interrupted with a quick "Uh, Nyssa…" that she looked up from her work.

"Oh, sorry, zoned out there." She apologized quickly, "So, what's up?"

"Well, capture the flag is tomorrow night, and Christl doesn't have a weapon." Butch said, getting straight to the point, as he started fiddling with his shirt; the heat was definitely starting to bother him.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do," Nyssa said, trying not to laugh at Butch, "it's ok big guy, we can handle this, go cool off." She laughed, and his face got even redder.

"Yeah yeah." he said, clearly glad to leave, but he stomped out none the less.

Christl tried not to crack up; she didn't like laughing at her friend's expense but Butch was always letting himself get teased by Nyssa. But it was hard not to, she was always easy to relax around, in fact, it was impossible to be cautious around her. "So Nyssa, can you help me out?" Christl asked, anxious for an answer.

"Of course, leave it to me!" she said, she pulled out a piece of blue paper and began sketching, "so, you wanna help me make your weapon?" she said, looking up with a mischievous look in her eye.

"Y-yes!" Christl stammered, shocked; usually only campers from Cabin 9 were allowed to actually work in the forge.

"Ok then; I'll go get the materials, then we'll design a weapon so good, it'll even send Clarisse running!" Nyssa said, winking as she got up. Christl sat down, trying to hold back a tidal wave of elation, she didn't know why, but this just felt like the right thing to do. She was finally loosening up, she was at a camp for her "kind" of people, she hadn't had an "accident" once since she'd been here, and she'd made two friends. She decided she couldn't wait till capture the flag.

…

The big day was here: capture the flag. After dinner, the whole camp seemed ablaze with excitement. Then the conch horn sounded through all the pre-game chatter, and everyone stood up. Then a great roar went up from the campers when the leading cabins of each team carried their banners into the pavilion. Malcom and two of his siblings from the Athena cabin ran into the pavilion carrying a gray banner with an owl and an olive tree painted on it; while from the other side, Clarisse and two of her larger siblings from Ares ran forward carrying a red banner, with a spear and boar's head painted on it.

"Wait," she asked Butch, "whose team am I on?"

"Well," Butch answered, yelling so she could hear him over the cheering campers, "Athena is working with Hermes; so you'll be with them, they're also allied with Iris, Hephaestus, Hecate, and a few other minor gods. Ares is allied with Dionysus, Demeter, Aphrodite, Apollo, and everyone else." With that, the teams grouped up, and looked at Chiron, as if expecting something.

As if on cue, Chiron hammered his hoof on the marble. "Heroes," he announced, "You know the rules. The creek is the boundary line, so entire forest is fair game. The flag must be visible to the enemy team, and have no more than two guards. There is to be no killing or maiming, but all magical items are allowed." Chiron spread his hands, and the tables were covered in equipment: helmets, swords, and shields. The campers began putting on their armor and gathering their weapons. Butch helped Christl with her armor, while she picked out a helmet. She found a lighter one, and then she put on her helmet, which, like all of the helmets for her team, had a blue horsehair plume on the top. The Ares team had red plumes. Malcolm rallied his team forward, and so Christl charged with them, head to the north side of the forest. Once they were there, the set up the flags, and gave everyone orders. Christl and the Hermes cabin were supposed to be on the defensive, with the campers from the Hecate cabin. Iris, Hephaestus, and Athena were going to be on offense.

"Try not to die," Nyssa teased as she ran forward with Butch.

"I'll try." Christl said, as she got her weapon ready. The weapon had come out perfectly; the 7 foot shaft was celestial bronze, with tints of gold spread through it, and blade was jagged but refined, with a gap that had a snowflake shaped crystal in it. And at the other end was a weighted block, with purple feathers dangling off of it. To top it all off, the spear could change forms into a ring with a perfect blue snowflake on it. Christl smiled, she didn't think she could lose to anyone, not as long as she had this weapon; Nios she'd called it. Then she re-focused herself, and went to her assigned position; she was supposed to stand by the creek and watch for anyone trying to take the long way around to the flag. Then she saw a member of the Ares cabin charged a little bit to her left, and Christl went to go stop them, but flinched when she broke a twig and the Ares camper turned. Shit, she'd wanted to sneak up on him, now she had a fight on her hands.

The camper had a sword and shield, a far more versatile weapon combination than just having a spear. Either way, Christl charged forward before the camper could react, and she slashed at him with her spear, he rolled to the left and dodged. Immediately he thrust his sword forward, under her guard and Christl winced as she felt it pierce her leg. She smacked away the blade with the end of her spear, and looked in wonder as the point where the blade had touched his sword was beginning to freeze. She pressed her advantage; the crystallizing ice was slowly but surely adding weight to his blade, slowing down his strikes, and his reactions. He slashed; she blocked with the shaft of Nios, and then twisted her hands quickly, knocking the blade out of his hands. She pressed the blade point at his throat, and after an awkward little pause, began to walk him to the prison. They were almost there, but then she heard a great cry of joy coming from where the flag had been placed. "He was a decoy." Christl cursed out loud, and ran towards the sound; she did not like being made a fool of. She saw the entire remainder of the Ares cabin running back, surrounding the flag carrier, who was none other than Clarisse. Christl was aware of something egging her to charge, and as she got closer it got worse, until she couldn't fight it anymore. She gave a war cry and charged; she'd beaten all of them, except Clarisse, before, and Clarisse was busy with the flag, she could do this she thought. Then Clarisse did the smartest thing possible in that situation: she passed off the flag, and started to charge Christl with her spear in hand. Christl wanted to run away; Clarisse was scary enough normally, but now she was fully armored, and had an extremely menacing smile on her face.

Christl faltered; there was no way she could fight Clarisse, not in a fair fight anyway; Clarisse would destroy her. She looked around trying to think and almost didn't notice the spear barreling at her chest. She rolled to the left and gasped as Clarisse simply slashed downward and cut a nice gash on her shoulder. She tried to get up, but Clarisse was not giving her any openings, the daughter of Ares pushed her advantage; slashing, swinging, and hacking away, until Christl's armor was in tatters. Christl finally managed to back up, panting from all the effort she'd put into getting out of Clarisse's range.

"What's wrong punk?" Clarisse asked with venom in her voice; she started circling Christl with her spear in combat position. Christl thought about it, if she charged again, she'd most likely get skewered on the point of Clarisse's spear, or she could run, and be killed like a coward. Christl charged; she thrust out her spear, hoping to have caught Clarisse off-guard. Not even close. Clarisse stepped to the left and swung down, hoping to get another hit on Christl, but Christl was ready; she rolled to the left, dodging the swing, and brought up her spear and managed to get a slash across Clarisse's side. Christl smirked as the ice began spreading again, and tried to press her advantage but it didn't last very long: Clarisse simply broke off the ice with her spear, and spun it in her grip to block Christl's attack. Then Clarisse swung again, trying to finish this silly fight, but she hadn't noticed Christl's feint. Christl had already rolled behind Clarisse, she swung with the weighted end of her spear, hitting Clarisse in the head, and dazing her. Christl pressed hard now, and struck Clarisse one, two, three times on her helmet before Clarisse finally fell down. Christl dropped to the ground then, completely exhausted, and out of energy. She figured that the few remaining Ares campers wouldn't be able to return the flag when the rest of the defense was chasing them, so she relaxed. Then a blood-curtling howl ripped through the night and Christl groaned, and looked towards the creek. There she saw five dogs, with fur black as a nightmare glaring at her. Christl stood shakily, her legs weak from all the cuts she received from Clarisse, and raised her spear.

The demons roared and charged forward, and Christl stabbed forward killing one that had jumped towards her, but the stab had left her wide open, and one of the others bit her wrist and she dropped Nios. She fell to the ground as the dog looked at her, and she saw the killing intent in those hate-filled eyes. Then she felt anger building up inside; oh come on, she thought, I finally beat Clarisse and I'm supposed to be killed by a dog? The anger filled her with strength, like liquid iron, she felt it running through her blood. Then right as she began to push the dog off, which had begun to finish the job Clarisse had started on her armor, she had a headache so strong, it felt someone was splitting her skull. Oh no, she thought, I'd gone so long without one, not now! Then the cuts on her body heated up, and purple flame erupted from them, torching the hellhound that had been clawing at her armor, and then the flames snaked towards the remaining four hellhounds. The dogs ran, but it didn't matter how they twisted and turned, they couldn't outrun the fire. Christl watched in awed silence, this was ridiculous; first she beat Clarisse, then one of her "accidents" saved her? What was going on? Then she got up and saw that she wasn't the only one who was shocked; Chiron was standing there, and arrow he had clearly been intending to use now sitting limp and useless in his hand. The campers that had followed him gathered around her, and she saw the look that she had been given in school, the one that marked her as a freak.

She hung her head, sure they were about to kick her out, but then just as suddenly, all of the campers kneeled, and Chiron began, "It is determined. Doom-Bringer, Fate Driver. Hail Christl Walker, daughter of Moros, God of Doom."

Christl realized they were looking at something over her head so she looked up and saw the image of a roaring purple fire, with a severed and bloody human hand in the middle.

So Christl has been claimed...

Did anyone guess it?

Now onto the real plot next time...