Hey y'all!

so, I'm going to say I'm sorry to all of you. This was supposed to be published 2ish weeks ago. Escpecialy to my New beta, and also, my 7 trusty followers that I love very dearly and hold close to my heart.

Well, i had a question posted on the bottom of Chp. 2 that i got about 5 or 6 votes on. well, pleeaase vote. I need an answer on this question(it is about her weapon) becuase i just don't know what's right for her.

I can't decide what Aecia's weapon should be. Here are some options:

A) a knife like annabeth's ( can't be Annabeth's knife, that one *spoiler alert for MOA* fell into tararus)

Ab)A knife that can be disguised as something (ex. percy's sword, pen, thalia;s speir, mace container) and if so, what sort of thing?

B) Just a knife from the weapons , an artifact weapon? (ex. piper'sknife, katatropitos. (i can't spell that)

C) Just a regular sword/knife. fom the toolsheild. no value.

D)Personalized sword/ knife from the hephestus cabin. If so, describe.

E) Sword like percy's (some kind of sword that shrinks into a pen or something like that)

F) Other suggestion. all are welcome.

Oh, and it needs a name. I suck at all this pronouncing and spelling acient greek stuff. i need help.

So far:

A: 1

Ab: 2

B: 0

C: 0

D: 0

E: 3

F: 1

THANKSS FOR VOTING! :)

REMINDERRRSS/REFRESHERRSSS

" In a few minutes, Aecia, We'll be at camp," said Chiron.

"Alright," i nodded weakly

Camp was nothing like i had expected it to be.

I used to live in New York when I was really young. I don't remember much, or why we moved so far south. But, I do remember that when I lived in New York, my Mom and Dad used to work at a summer camp. They'd leave really early in the morning, and I'd stay with my Grandparents at home while they were out. I guess it never really hit me that Camp Half Blood was that camp- the one that my parents met at, practically lived at, and worked at. And whenever they would tell me stories about Camp, My Dad's eyes would light up even brighter than they were, and my Mom would smile. I guess I'd just imagined camp as a freaking heaven, with rainbows in the distance and Unicorns in the valley, and Narwhals in the sea.

So, you can understand what it felt like when Chiron walked into the camp. Even when you just walk into the camp, the first thing you see is a huge, 12-foot-long dragon guarding a pine tree. The Pine tree had something glittery I its branches that kind of resembled a fleece. Could that be the Golden Fleece? There was a nice house on the top of the hill, With White walls and blue trim. Down in the valley, I could see a whole field of strawberry plants, ripe and juicy, looking as if they wanted to burst from the summer heat. Behind that was a HUGE forest- and I mean huge. It must have gone for miles back into the woods. It surrounded the whole camp. Next to the Strawberry fields, stood a lot of cabins. These cabins were arranged in a Greek omega shape, with cabins jutting out of either side of the U. a fire Burned in the middle of the cluster, and I could see that someone was tending to it, even from up here. I could tell the cabins were put in an exact order- some amazing architect must of put those together. Away from all of that stood an Arena and next to that stood an old tool shed that looked like it might fall over any second. A huge field took over the rest of the space, with a creek in the middle of it. An amphitheater stood in the middle of it all. It looked like ancient greece got swept up in a tornado and landed here.

"Whoa," was all I could say. This was defiantly not rainbows and unicorns. I slid off of Chiron's back, and my feet fell with a thud to the ground.

"Yes, come with me. We Must decide what to do about your cabin," said Chiron, and he started toward the huge house.

I was really getting sick of being stared at. Everywhere I went, the campers would just stop what they were doing and point and stare, full-out gaping at me. A group of girls starting whispering the moment i walked by in their little clique.

"OHMIGOSH, it's her!"

"Her? Are you sure? She doesn't-"

"Oh course it's her! Don't you see it?"

"I know! She looks just like them!"

"OMIGOSH! She has his eyes! Oh and the curls! She-"

I personally didn't like to be gossiped about in a little clique like that- It's the number one fastest way to make me feel self-conscious. I ducked my head down, and ran up to Chiron while the girls gaggled on. He had made his way up to the big house and had stopped promptly at the porch, looking up at talking to someone up in the house. Or maybe I should just say looking at someone- even though the deck was a few feet higher than the ground level, he was at eye level with whoever was up there. I sighed, and ran up beside him. The man at the doorway to the house looked about 50-and saying that was a compliment. He had a large potbelly, whiskers of a beard on his chin, and big, red lips that looked like he drank a lot. But the scary thing about him was his eyes. The first thing you see about them is that they're purple, but a dark purple, like the color of a ripe wine grape, But once you noticed the color, a fire would begin in his eyes. I dropped my gaze quickly.

"Aecia, this is Mr. D. He's the camp director."

"Oh, i suppose i must say it. Welcome to Camp Half blood, blah blah blah. Don't expect me to be happy to see you," Said the porky man.

"Uh, thanks," i replied. I was feeling more and more insecure as we went on. I just wanted to be home, with my parents in our house back in Georgia. I gasped. I couldn't believe i had forgotten about my parents.

"Where are my parents?" I demanded. I needed somebody from my past to ensure me that i hadn't eaten a crazy mushroom at lunch and had been imagining all of, no, Chiron didn't count.

"On the way. They couldn't fly of course, so it'll take them a few more hours to get here." said Chiron, "But for now, we need to decide what to do about your cabin."

He trotted up the steps (is that even possible?!) and into the house. A boy stood in there, in an orange camp half-blood t-shirt, leaning against a ping pong table. He had bright green eyes and shaggy black hair, and kind-of looked like my dad in a really, really scary way. For a second, i almost thought he was my lost- lost brother who had really been sent here instead of home from the hospital, but i pushed away that thought immediately.

Mr. D sighed and walked down a long hallway in the house and disappeared. Chiron and I kept straight, towards the boy. Oh, please, tell me he's not my brother, i prayed to myself.

"This is Jordan. He's you're a, uh, uncle i suppose," said Chiron.

Well... At least he's not my brother. Wait, uncle?

"Hey," Said Jordan. He flashed a smile in my direction.

"Uh, Hey" I blushed.

"While Jordan takes you on a tour of the camp, I'll figure out what to do about the cabin situation," said Chiron.

He walked down the same Hallway as Mr.D, and disappeared

"So, you're new here, huh?" asked Jordan as he led me out of the house.

I sighed. "Yeah, i guess you could say new. My parents aren't new, i think, but, yeah, i am."

He smirked at something. "So, it's true then. All of those rumors of a new legacy in our camp, the very child of the saviors of Olympus themselves."

Call me crazy, but i burst out laughing. "So that's why people have been staring at me this whole time. And legacy of the camp? Please. And What do you mean, saviors of Olympus?"

He looked at me, his eyes wide. "Wait, don't you know about your parents?"

I looked down to the ground, and sighed. "Uh, no. I don't know anything,"

I inwardly groaned. I was still asking this question, over and over again. Who on earth were my parents really?

"Well, your parents are spme pretty cool people. Saved the world a few times, saved a few gods, and killed a few giants and titans and such. Your Mom designed this camp after the second titan war. Pretty impressive feat."

"Woah," I gasped. We had reached the top of the hill, looking down at the cabins. i couldn't beleive i hadn't seen it earlier. The layout of the cabins was completly my mom, from the way the sun hit them and the way the ocean faced them. "Well, she was pretty dang good."

He laughed. "Yeah, she was pretty dang good."

"Uh, are you laughing at accent?My one-of-a-kind georgia peach accent? How DARE you!" I joked back at him. I'd lived in georgia my whole life; It's not hard to pick up just a little bit of an accent. But, having and "accent" was an inside joke between me and my friend from home, so i just had to laugh.

(If you're wondering, my accent is NOT that thick...)

"DARN YOU SOUTHERNERS!"He yelled at the top of his lungs from the top of the hill. A few kids looked up at us, and gave us the what on earth is wrong with you? stare. By now, Both of us were cracking up.

"Well," I managed between my laughter," I-reckon-we betta start-that-tour,"

"Yeah, i reckon so," he smirked. He calmed down, and managed to stop laughing.

"well, down yonder over here," He began, catching his breath,"this pine tree over here is the camp border. It used to be a girl named thalia, Interesting story, but your parents brought back the golden fleece and freed her. Now, Thalia's a hunter."

"Uh, this tree used to be a girl? Wait, what?"

He smirked. "No, its a famous camp story. You'll hear it somewhere. Thalia's your Aunt."

"I have the weirdest, most twisted family tree ever."