The next morning, my dad and I got on a train to New York. We took almost all of my clothes and the bronze knife from my mom. The train ride would take about two days, so my dad had a lot of time to explain things better to me. By the time we got to Manhattan, I knew what I was, who my mother is, and how dangerous it is. When we arrived at the camp, Dad told me, "Go down the hill to the blue house and tell the man who comes to the door, his name is Chiron, who you are and who your mother is. Goodbye and have fun here at Camp Half-Blood." Then, he turned around, walked to the cab, and rode away.
I was scared, alone, and had no idea what awaited me at this camp. Finally, I picked up my bags and slowly walked toward the hill. When I got to the top, the view took my breath away. To my left, there was a huge pine tree with what looked like a glittering golden bathmat hanging in it and a large dragon wrapped around the base. Down in the valley below, I could see strawberry fields, volley ball courts, and so many other things I can't even remember. I saw the blue house my dad had described. When I got to the door, I stood there on the porch, took a deep breath, and knocked.
When the man answered the door, I stumbled backward. From the waist up, he was a normal middle-aged guy, a scraggly beard, thick brown hair, and a t-shirt that said "Centaurs Rule!" But where his legs should have been, he was a white stallion. When I calmed down, he introduced himself as Chiron, camp activities director. I told him everything my dad told me to. When I was finished, Chiron sighed happily and said, "That's wonderful! Let's get you settled in Cabin Six." As we walked Chiron pointed out everything, the dining pavilion, the amphitheater where they hold sing-a-longs at night, and the climbing walls that smash together and have lava flowing down them. We finally got to the cabins there were twelve of them, "One for each Olympian god," Chiron explained "and here's Cabin Six, home of the children of Athena." "Thanks Chiron." I said.
When I entered the cabin, there were about twelve sets of bunk beds all shoved against the wall, several work benches covered in papers and diagrams, and easels with maps and blueprints. Next to one of the benches, there was a girl; she was tall, skinny, but muscular, like a swimmer. She had a deep suntan and stormy gray eyes and she looked like she was thinking really hard. "Alexa, meet your head counselor Emma Landry." Chiron said. "Emma, this is Alexa Cantwood." Emma turned and smiled revealing perfect white teeth. "Hi!" she said. "Welcome to Cabin Six. I'm sure you'll love it here!" After we got my things put away, were walking toward the Pegasus stables for my first riding lesson when I stopped. I had been looking toward the basketball court watching the boys playing when I saw him. He was tall had beautiful brown hair and amazing golden eyes. "Who is that?" I asked Emma. "Oh that's Peter Johnson he's a son of Apollo."
Peter looked up and began walking toward me. When he got to me, I started smiling like an idiot. "Hi." he said, "I'm Peter, son of Apollo." "Alexa," I said, "daughter of Athena." "Do you want to go ride a Pegasus with me?" he asked. "Sure." I said, but we never got there. At that moment, we heard a screech and saw a large red serpentine creature.