A/N: So sorry for the EXTREMELY late update...kind of had a lot of homework and stuff. And I'm also REALLY SORRY for the SUPER SHORT chapter. I promise the next one will be longer!

"Where do I sit, Isabelle?" Tyler looked around at the campers. They just seemed to be randomly sitting anywhere.

"Oh, that's right. You're not claimed yet so you'll have to stand by Chiron until you're claimed."

"You never told me anything about this 'claiming' thing!" Another confused look appeared on Tyler's face.

"Just go stand next to the centaur." Isabelle said, her stomach growling.

"Centaur?!"

-Fast forward a few minutes-

Chiron cleared his throat loudly. The crowd went silent.

"Let us welcome a new camper, Tyler Avila."

Tyler stood awkward while the campers looked at him in silence, except for Jeremiah, who was cheering and screaming from the back.

A couple more minutes went by . . . and nothing.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a small orb of yellow light appeared above Tyler's head. The light intensified and cast a golden glow on everyone around him.

A group of blonde haired, blued eyed kids smiled and nodded their heads in satisfaction. The rest of the teenagers just shrugged their shoulders sat down at their designated tables. (Except for the Aphrodite girls, who cast flirty looks towards Tyler, now knowing he was up for grabs.)

"Hail Tyler Avila, son of Apollo, god of the sun, archery, music and poetry." The centaur smiled.

Tyler, again wearing his confused face, reached up and tapped Chiron on the shoulder.

"Um, what just happened?"

"You were just claimed. Didn't Isabelle explain anything to you?"

"Wait a second, claimed by that Apollo dude, that god of whatever?"

The sunset disappeared in a second.

"You should not be randomly using the word 'dude'. And your father is not the 'god of whatever'." Chiron gave Tyler a stern look.

"My father?!"

"Yes, your father." Chiron lifted his head and looked over the sea of orange shirts. "Oh look, here come your siblings."

"My siblings?!"

-In the throne room-

"Yadda, yadda, yadda. We all know what comes after that, Aphrodite comes in with an '80s hairdo all mad that I claimed 'her' son. Then we find out she's poisoned, and now we're here." Apollo glanced lazily around, looking for a clock.

"And then I try to claim MY son but you don't see your mistake and won't take off the claiming!" Aphrodite countered, without missing a beat.

"I told you, he's MY son. And of course I wouldn't want to lift the claiming. I'd have to go through this whole process of courts, signing, and we'd have to back in time. . ." Apollo trailed off, "Who's got the time for that?"

"Um, let me think for a second, um . . . maybe OUR son?" She had really lost it this time.

"You said our." Hestia looked up sharply.

"Nah, she's just woozy in the head." The sun god said, still bored.

"It's because of the poison, Apollo!" Aphrodite said, raising her voice.

"Okay, this is getting confusing and I'm bored. See you guys tomorrow!" And with that Hermes poofed out of Olympus.

Zeus blinked.

"Huh?"

"Well, I too am going to retire for the night. Goodbye." Hestia nodded and disappeared into the fire.

"How does she do that?" Zeus knit his eyebrows together in confusion.

"We women have our ways."

"That was a rhetorical question, Artemis."

"Well it didn't sound like it."

"Wait. You're still here sis?" Apollo raised an eyebrow at Artemis.

Artemis rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'm still here. Would you prefer it if I left?" The false politeness was unmistakable.

"Yes please!" Apollo sounded like a five-year-old.

"Oh thank goodness! I thought you'd never ask." The goddess of the moon rose and started walking towards the door.

"Bye, bye sissy!" The toddler voice was still there.

"Artemis! Where are you going? We need you to justify Aphrodite's story!" Zeus protested; but Artemis was already out of the room, going back to the Hunters.

"Titans, I'm so tired." Aphrodite slouched in her throne.

"Yeah, me too. Everyone's left and I need to get up early." Apollo said, checking his golden watch. "Aw, crap! Sunrise is in a few hours! I missed like, nine hours of sleep! You guys suck."

"Who cares, Apollo? I'm going home." Aphrodite sighed and pouted.

"What? Is Ares waiting for you?" Apollo scoffed.

Aphrodite gave him a sour look, and said "Yes, in fact, he is. And unlike you two, my dear Ares is very concerned for my safety and well-being."

"Just go already! I too need my sleep, you know?" Zeus grumbled.

"Fine, alright!" Apollo raised his hands in a surrendering matter.

"Hold up, you don't want us he-" Aphrodite began to say, but Zeus merely snapped his fingers and they vanished in puff of smoke.

"Finally, some peace and quiet around here." The lord of the sky mumbled.

"ARE THEY GONE YET? CAN I TAKE A SHOWER NOW?" Hera's loud voice screeched from somewhere down the hall.

"Good grief." Zeus only meant to think it, but the words popped out of his mouth like bread in a toaster.

"I HEARD THAT!"