Characters: Lee, Will, Luke. Rating: K. Genre: Family. Warnings: None

Young arrivals weren't particularly unusual, but they weren't overly common, either. Since Lee's own arrival, he'd seen Annabeth, Clarisse and Michael spill into camp in various degrees of dishevelment – especially Annabeth's arrival; as the healer closest to her age, he'd been the one prodded in her direction while she wailed about the now-a-tree daughter of Zeus. Most camp inhabitants had already reached double-digits before arriving, and the few younger ones tended to turn up with hell on their heels.

Lee had been an exception, with a near-enough peaceful arrival (he didn't really like to think about why he'd ended up at camp so early, even six years later) with a satyr guide scurrying him past monsters who hadn't yet clocked his scent, but it seemed like he wasn't quite so much of one, now.

The newcomer was another child of Apollo, which was a little unusual because most Apollo kids were on the cusp of teenagerhood when they arrived, claimed in a shower of golden light and a lyre made of sunbeams over his head scant minutes after passing through the barrier. At a guess, he was probably seven or eight, with a wave of pale blond hair and light blue eyes that were looking around in awed confusion.

Lee could relate.

He wasn't head counsellor for the cabin yet; another year and Emily would leave, passing the responsibility down to him because he had more beads than the rest of his half-siblings, but she hadn't left yet and technically that meant greeting the new kids was her job. There was something about the small, bright child that drew Lee in, though. Maybe it was how much he looked like Apollo, moreso the rest of the cabin, who were a real mixed bag of appearances, or maybe it was because Lee remembered being seven and arriving in a new home which turned his life upside-down.

He stepped forwards and crouched down a little to be at eye level with the new boy. Will, his satyr – Thistleberry – had announced in a shaking voice when he'd been claimed. Will Solace, son of Apollo.

"Hi there, Will," he greeted with a smile on his face. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. My name's Lee Fletcher; I'm a son of Apollo, too."

Will looked at him with wide blue eyes. He wasn't entirely uninjured, on closer inspection; small cuts and nicks littered his skin where it was visible, and a bruise was blooming on a shin, as though he'd been kicked. It was still impressively unharmed for a new arrival. Even Michael had had open wounds and blood trickling down the side of his face, and Michael had the fastest healing Lee had ever seen.

"Hi," Will replied quietly, not that Lee could blame him when he was so clearly overwhelmed. He was missing one of his front incisors, leaving a gap in his teeth and adding a faint whistle to his voice.

"It's a lot to take in," Lee acknowledged, offering him his hand as he straightened. "How about we get you settled in, and I can answer any questions you have when you have them?"

Will looked around, visibly wilting at the fact that Thistleberry had beat a hasty departure – that was a little unusual; it was true that satyrs were always a little skittish after guarding Apollo kids, but they didn't normally vanish entirely – but took Lee's hand. He ran warm, just like the rest of the cabin.

"Okay," he said, and Lee smiled at him.

"Do you want a hand with your bag?" he asked, eyeing the well-packed backpack the boy wore. It had a few tears and stains, but seemed to be remarkably intact overall. Will and Thistleberry must have been pretty lucky on their journey, wherever they'd come from. Will's accent, from what little he'd heard the boy say so far, wasn't from New York, so it had probably been a decent journey.

Will shook his head, and Lee couldn't help but chuckle. "Smart kid," he praised, gesturing over at where Luke was watching, surrounded by some of his cabin eleven siblings. "Don't trust those guys with your stuff. They're kids of the god of thieves; you'll never see it again!"

"Don't go ruining our fun, Lee!" Luke called back, mock-offended, and Lee just grinned at him, before glancing back down at Will, who was worrying his lower lip.

"They're good guys really," he promised. "Everyone here is. They're just a bit like magpies and can't resist shiny things."

"Oi!"

To Lee's delight, that got a small laugh out of Will.

"The god of thieves is Hermes, isn't it?" his new little brother asked. "So everyone here really is a god's kid?"

"Or goddess'," Lee confirmed. "Did Thistleberry tell you that?"

Will nodded jerkily. "She said I was a demigod and I was going to a place for demigods. So did the other guy. Mom said they were right, but none of them would tell me who my dad was."

Lee ignored the pang of loneliness that came with the word Mom with years of forced practice. "Knowledge is powerful," he explained as they approached the cabins. "Once you know who your godly parent is, more things are likely to come after you."

"Like the snakes?" Will asked, like Lee had half-hoped he would, because that made it easier to explain. Even Lee hadn't dodged the snakes entirely, although that had been after he'd already been on route to camp. Will was pretty young for the snakes to come for him unprovoked, though.

"Like the snakes," he confirmed. "Snakes are always the first one to come for Apollo kids, because Dad's natural enemy is a big serpent. I take it Thistleberry got rid of them?"

He blinked in surprise when Will shook his head. "The other guy did," he said.

Lee was certain it had just been Will and Thistleberry when they'd reached camp, and Will didn't seem overly traumatised compared to the likes of Annabeth, so he probably hadn't seen anyone die. "The other guy?" he asked.

Will lit up as he nodded. "Yeah! I thought he was just in my dreams but then he was there and all the snakes moved back when he picked me up and carried me home."

Lee came to a stop just outside the cabins. "Did he give a name?" he asked, mind already jumping to the obvious answer – but even in his case, Apollo had never interceded in person, instead using satyrs as intermediaries.

Will frowned. "No, but Mom knew him. He looked like me, though. Do you know him, too?"

"I might do," Lee hedged, mind reeling from the idea that Apollo might have saved Will personally. "He sounds familiar."

"Oh."

"Anyway," Lee hurried on, deciding to shelve that particular conversation for a little later, once Will was settled in and knew more about the gods and their father, "here we are." He steered the younger boy into the green. "These are the cabins where we sleep. There's one for each of the Olympians." He gestured at them all broadly before pointing at the golden one, "and that one's ours. Cabin Seven, or the Apollo Cabin. We've got the second-most people, because Dad has a lot of kids, but there's plenty of space for all of us. Including you, there's twenty of us right now, although some of the older ones are leaving at the end of the summer for college. Don't worry if you take a while remembering who's who," he added, seeing Will mouth twenty in disbelief.

"So many," Will whispered. Lee smiled at him.

"One big, happy family," he promised. "I didn't ask – how old are you? I'm thirteen."

"Eight next week," Will told him, and Lee suppressed a wince. Being torn from his Mom a week before his birthday had to suck, although Will didn't seem too cut up about it.

"We'll make it a good birthday," he promised.

"Will there be music?" Will asked, and Lee had to laugh as he pushed the cabin door open.

"Dad's the god of music," he told him. "If you want music, you are absolutely in the right place here. Do you play anything?"

He was a little taken aback when Will shook his head, thinking for sure that Will had to play something with that request. "Mom sings," the younger boy said. "She's really good. I'm not, but I like listening."

Lee gestured at the various instruments scattered around the cabin. Reece was curled up on his bunk, tuning a lyre quietly as he chatted with Melody. Everyone else was out for the moment. "You'll hear plenty here," he promised. "Welcome to Cabin Seven."

There was a single bunk left, their cabin almost at full capacity, underneath Michael's. Lee headed for it, coaxing Will to follow. "How's this one? It got made this morning."

Will scanned the cabin, clearly realised it was the last empty bunk, and nodded. "It's fine," he said, putting his bag down on it tentatively before sitting himself. He pointed at Reece and Melody. "Who are they?"

Lee clapped his hands, catching the pair's attention. "Introduction time, guys! This is Will Solace, he just got here. Will, meet some of our older siblings, Reece Gold and Melody York."

The pair of them sent a grin and a wave over before returning to their conversation.

"You'll meet everyone properly at dinner," Lee promised when Will looked a little startled at the brief greeting. "For now, let's get you settled in, then I'll give you the grand tour." As well as hunting down Emily, so Will knew who his head counsellor was before the call for dinner.

Not that Lee minded being the one to show Will around; from first impressions, he seemed like a good kid.

Been considering doing one of these for a while and finally caved; Sing A Song of Seven will be an ongoing short story collection focusing on Cabin Seven (and their dad!). Everything in this collection will be canon-compliant up until the end of TOA, although absolutely full of headcanons, and the stories won't be in chronological order. Timeline-wise, they're likely to span from Lee's arrival in camp through to the ambiguous "post-TOA".

All the canon Apollo campers will appear at some point or other, as well as a sprinkling of OCs where necessary. Other characters will also make appearances occasionally! Likewise, while Solangelo will be acknowledged, it will not be a focal point of the series.

Prompts are accepted, but bear in mind there's no guarantee I'll write them, depending on my muses and if they fit my vision of cabin seven. Anything that ends up longer than 2k words or was also written to match another challenge will be posted as its own work.

No, I cannot be bothered to name these because naming is evil, so they're just numbered.

Thanks for reading!
Tsari