Mr. Chiron had her watch a very dry film about Demigods and Camp, and then he told her that she would have to stay in Hermes Cabin until she was claimed by her godly parent. Then he said he was going to give her a tour of the place. He kept on looking at her funny though. Well, if she wanted answers, she had to ask... or be a sneak about it. She decided to ask first.

"Mr. Chiron?"

"Hm? Yes, Jude?"

"Why are you looking at me funny?" Mr. Chiron just scratched his beard and became peculiarly deaf. Meanie. "Are there any gods here?" No answer. Jude pouted and walked off. If he wouldn't tell her, she'd find a god herself! So there!

He left her in front of Hermes cabin, as he'd called it, number eleven, with the instructions to find a bunk and put her stuff there. She looked around her. There were people playing everywhere, but the cabin area was pretty much empty. There was a girl a couple of years older than her tending a fire pit. She hugged Alice Ridley tighter and walked over to the girl.

"Hello," the girl said, not even looking up from the pit.

"Hullo. I'm Jude, I'm new. What's your name?"

The girl looked at her, turning away from the pit. She had a warm smile, like cookies, when Jude could sneak them. Her eyes looked like warm fire? "Names are powerful things, Jude. But mine is Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth and Home."

"Hi Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth and Home! Do you want to play with me?"

Hestia looked bemused for a minute, but she smiled. "Why not. Tag! You're it!"

Jude giggled and ran after the brunnette, reaching out to catch her. They were all the way at Cabin One before she caught her. "Tag!"

They kept on playting for a while, but then it was time for dinner. Hestia turned to her, "Do you know how to get to the dining pavillion?"

"Uh-uh. Mr. Chiron gave me a tour, though. I can find it..."

"Eventually."

"What's that mean?"

"Eventually... some day. Come on." With that, Hestia grabbed Jude by the wrist and nearly dragged her to the dining pavillion. She walked her to Hermes Table, then went to sit with Mr. Chiron and Mr. D.

A boy with a permanient grin and happy eyes leaned over thye table toward her, his brown hair flopping into his face. "Do you know who that is that just walked you in?"

"That's Hestia! She's my friend."

The boy looked at her like she was crazy, or worse, he didn't believe her. Then he shook his head. "Whatever. I'm Daniel Fann, I'm Hermes Cabin counceler. Are you that kid that passed out for a week?"

"Hullo Mr. Daniel Fann. I dunno how long I was asleep. I was in the bottom of a plane, and then it was dark, and then I was outside, and then I woke up in that big blue and white house over there." Mr. Daniel Fann looked at her oddly, but didn't say anything else about it. "Mr. Chiron said that you go to the cabin for your mum or dad. Does that mean my dad is named Hermes?"

"Er, Hermes is the god of roads, travellers, thieves, and all, so anyone undetermined - you don't know who your godly parent is - or a kid of him or the minor gods, or Hades, they all go to his cabin. Don't you know who thew gods are?"

Jude was about to say that, no, she did not, Mr. Daniel Fann, but Mr. Chiron pounded one of his - what were they? Hooves? - he pounded a hoof on the white stone ground and everybody got quiet. He raised his glass, and called out, "To the gods!"

Everyone copied him, Jude a few seconds late, "To the gods!" Girls walked around the non-empty tables and served l;ots of food. Mr. Daniel Fann handed her some cheese and grapes, and she snagged some crackers as a girl walked by.

"Thank you."

Mr. Daniel Fann nodded. "No problem. Hey, where you from? You don't sound like you're from the States."

"I'm from Surrey, in England. Are there any pitchers? I'm thirsty."

"Just tell the glass what you want, Little Brit."

Jude wasn't sure it would work, but when she said, very seriously, "Drinkable cookie dough," to the glass, it filled up with it. "Drinkable chocolate chip cookie dough." Chocolate chips appeared. Jude hesitantly took a sip. It was perfect! And not super sweet, either. She was about to take a bite from her cracker and cheese sandwich thing when she noticed everyone getting up.

"Come on," Mr. Daniel Fann told me.

He led her over to the fire in the middle of the pavillion, and told her to give the best part of her dinner to the gods. They liked the smell. That made sense. She gave them her tallest cheese cracker sanwich, and the juciest bunch of purplest grapes. She noticed the other kids saying the name of a god or goddess. Who was she supposed to say? She ended up just whispering, "Mum or Dad, whoever you are."

Once they got back to their tables, the nice Mr. D stood up and said, "I have to say hello to you mongrels, so hello. Chiropn says that there's Capture the Flag tommorrow, Hermes cabin holds the laurels right now." Hermes cabin cheered. "Blah, blah, blah, congratulations, Cabin 11. Oh, the new camper woke up. Hello Judith."

"MY NAME IS JUDE, MR. D, SIR." Jude called out, standing on her bit of bench. A few kids snickered, and some laughed, but Mr. D just raised his eyebrows.

"Is it, now? Well, hello. Now all of you, go to your silly sing-a-long thing."

The sing-a-long was fun, they even sang a song by some people called the Beatles, called 'Hey Jude,' to welcome her. Then they all went to sleep. Jude remembered how Mr. Daniel Fann had said that Mr. Hermes the God was god of thieves, and held Alice Ridley closer. She was her dolly, and no-one else's.

She dreamt about water and lightening, and ghosts playing marco polo and flying by on winged horses.