Okay, guys, poll is now closed, and it is decided that...

I won't be publishing it until after this story!

Five votes for no (wait a while), but only two for yes (do it now). It don't matter. Now I have time for extra planification. So in its place I'm doing a short oneshot on Artemis Fowl that took me an hour to write last night.

Now, about this chapter...

Heh heh... You guys are probably going to hate me... but the next five chapters are all going to be *wince* Romans. But at CHB. And if you're wondering why on earth I'd waste my time on that... I have a good reason that won't emerge until later.

Anyway, here's the first camper... Marcy!

Marcy

Marcy was a direct descendant of the goddess Ceres. She had chlorokinesis, which is power over plants for those of you who don't know. She was in the first cohort because a) her mother was one of the six original gods, the sons and daughters of Cronus, b) she had powers over plants that no one wanted to mess with, and c) her father was a second generation demigod himself—Marcy's grandfather was the son of some minor god she forgot.

She was also a tough camper. You expected children of Ceres to be all delicate and careful and pretty like a flower, and appearance-wise Marcy was exactly that. Blond hair, gentle skin, and a nice, big and perfect smile. Cute and seemingly harmless. But deep down inside of her, she was a true warrior. Since age four.

That was why that made her one of the best infiltration agents.

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"Hey, a newbie!" some kid standing at the top of a tree with binoculars yelled. Marcy shouldered her backpack, trying to look awed but a little frightened. (Being fourteen helped pull off the look.)

I can't believe I won't be seeing Camp Jupiter for two entire months, she couldn't help but think as she trudged up the hill toward her new temporary home. That's, like, an entire summer! But she had known those were one of the downsides of this mission when she had signed up for it. But this camp would be similar anyway—right?

The kid who had been standing at the tree shimmied down the trunk and ran over to greet Marcy. "Hey!" he called.

"Uh… My dad told me to come here," Marcy said, putting on her frightened-girl act again. "I don't know why though, but he said I'd be safer over here than at home."

"So, you don't know yet, do you?" said the boy. He was maybe sixteen, curly brown hair, mischief grin. He wore heavy armour and had a sword at his side. He seemed like an easy opponent to take on.

"Know what?" asked Marcy.

The boy wrapped an arm around Marcy's shoulders and led her back up the hill. "You'll see," he said. "The name's Connor, by the way."

"Connor," repeated Marcy. When he wasn't looking, she rolled her eyes. I'm not even there yet and guys are already hitting on me, she thought.

This was going to be two long months.

Since these chapters are going to be just as short as this I'm going to try to update every day for five days. But no promises.

Now review! I did all the interesting and important bits at the first AN, so if you skipped past that (you know you did) please go up again, because I listed the results of the contest/poll. Also the explanation on why I'm focusing on Romans right now.