Ok, so this is the chapter where Jo finally gets claimed. Thank you my readers for being so patient.

I had 1 guess on Jo's mom. Ophelia Lokisdottir: you were close, but Jo's mom is even less known. Good guess though!:)

I lay awake in my sleeping bag, in a small corner of the Hermes cabin. I hadn't slept all night. I was too busy planning my next scheme. I looked toward the window. Morning light was just starting to peak its way over the horizon, bathing the sky in bright fresh colors.

I turned over and saw the Stoll brothers sleeping in their bunks. They were of the few that actually got to sleep in a bed. I smiled mischievously. This was gonna be good.

I slipped out of my sleeping bag and tip-toed to the Stoll brothers' bunk. It took the utmost carefulness because the floor was covered in sleeping campers. Every time one turned or sniffled in their sleep, I froze in terror. When I reached the destined bunk, I stared down at the Stolls. They looked so peaceful, asleep. They seemed to be in utter bliss, perhaps having a wonderful dream.

I reached in my pocket and pulled out two small fire crackers. With quick and nimble fingers, I lit each one and tucked it carefully in the beds. I then ducked out of sight and waited a few seconds. I counted down three…two…one…

Suddenly the fire crackers exploded in an array of color and sparks. Connor and Travis woke up screaming.

"AAAAHHHHH!" they shouted, and jumped out of their beds. Their clothes were charred and they ran around the cabin trying to extinguish the exploding items in the pockets of their pajamas.

The other campers in the cabin started waking up, yawning and forcing their eyes open. They apparently were used to having pranks in the cabin because conversation erupted almost instantly.

"What is it now?"

"Where is it?"

"What did Connor and Travis do now?"

Connor and Travis, panicked, flung open the door to the cabin. Immediately they were doused in a mixture I created myself—sea weed, shaving cream, and blue food coloring. The two boys stumbled outside-blinded partially from the slop and partially from the shock—which was a bad idea because the rest of the camp had started to wake up to get ready for breakfast. Campers from every cabin were in and out of their cabins, cleaning up and preparing for the day. What they did not expect was two boys screaming and running out of their cabin covered in blue slime and smoke from exploding fire crackers.

I casually strolled out and leaned against the door post, watching the Stoll brothers make fools out of themselves. When the fire crackers stopped exploding, they stood in the middle of the cabin area, looks of confusion and embarrassment spread wide across their faces. They looked, petrified, around at the crowd of half-bloods that had gathered to watch this strange event.

Quiet chatter broke out among the entire cabin. Campers from cabin twelve started filing out and stared at the scene in awe.

"Connor, what happened?" someone asked. It was a girl with blonde hair and big eyes. I noticed that the plants around her seemed to lean in toward her, as if drawn by her presence.

"Someone has…" Connor said, but never finished his sentence. It was as if it were inconceivable.

A big girl whom I assumed was from the Ares cabin spoke up, "It looks like someone has pranked you! The great Stoll brothers have been pranked!"

"What?! No, that's impossible!" Travis said, almost as if trying to convince himself of that.

"Oh, is it?" I asked, taking this as an opportunity for an entrance. I walked out into the open, fully aware that every head was turned on me.

The Stoll brothers' eyes narrowed. "You," they said in unison.

"Yes, me," I said. "So, how do you like my stroke of genius?"

"But, how?" Travis asked. They both seemed at a loss for words.

I leaned in close and smiled my trademark mischievous smile. "I told you to never insult my pranking".

I meant to be intimidating, but at that moment the whole camp gasped. I looked around. They all held slightly awed and confused looks on their faces. Then I realized that they weren't looking at me, but at the top of my head. I looked up and what I saw stole a gasp from my own throat. Enveloped in golden light was the image of an apple as red as a ruby. I watched as the image faded and disappeared.

Annabeth pushed her way forward, and said, "Well Jo, it looks like you've been claimed".

"But who is it?" someone called. "Who's symbol is an apple?"

Annabeth looked frantic. She glanced at the ground. "I don't know".

This apparently was another shock for the camp. A baffled silence rang through the air.

"There are few who do," said Chiron, who galloped over in horse form. "It is the symbol for Ate, goddess of mischief". Chiron knelt, and Annabeth followed. A few other campers knelt too, but most stood in puzzlement. I stood there uncomfortably. Who was Ate? She wasn't one of the Olympic goddesses.

So there's the next chapter! Just so you know, Ate is pronounced Ay—tee.