Meg McCaffrey is a queen. Loved her since the start but this mentioned moment in THO made her a queen.

Story #18: The Blinding Origin of Crotchkicker McCaffrey

Connor and Sherman:
they just got what they deserved.
Stay away from Meg.

Meg was overwhelmed the moment she entered the campgrounds. After being left by Percy Jackson who helped them fight whatever those tree-things were, she had to drag a hallucinating and chanting Apollo-turned-Lester the rest of the way to Camp since Percy had to deal with the police. She wished Peaches was here but she couldn't blame the Karpos for leaving her here with this nutcase exile of a god.

Why couldn't he have blacked out earlier? At least she could've lugged him in silence.

-o-

The moment they arrived at Camp, Meg was still overwhelmed. Sure, Percy gave her a rundown and Lester already had a vague idea of the camp setting, but she couldn't have ever prepared for this place. So many kids in matching orange shirts surrounding a campfire. All eyes were on them and they sprung into action like clockwork, almost as if this wasn't the first time a kid just stumbled into camp with an unconscious god-turned-human. Medics, or as Meg heard, Apollo's cabin were called and they whisked Lester away.

Meg couldn't help but think how awkward that family reunion would be. Gods, she never wanted to watch a train wreck more.

"Alright, time for a newbie tradition."

Meg looks over and sees a kid whom she only knows as Sherman because of the kids egging him on by chanting his name. His shadow covers her like a blanket. She isn't amused. A tough kid named Sherman? Seriously? As if she would allow an armoured kid, let alone one named Sherman to impose Camp Half-Blood traditions and boss her around. She's been through enough to know that a newbie tradition isn't welcoming, especially with the crowd of aggressive-looking kids with matching weapons to their armour that's on top of their camp shirts, chanting their leader's name like a battle cry. One of the many things she learned growing up with Lu is how to handle kids like this, regardless if she's half their size. Sometimes, being this tiny works in her favour.

It meant she was closer to her target. Her small target, if she had to judge.

In the span of a second, Meg winds her leg back and kicks right in between Sherman's legs, the one area that, oddly, didn't have armour. He screams like a girl, shrieking as if his arm was cut off as he falls to his knees and crumbles on the grass, cradling the area Meg kicked. Sherman's brigade backs up, holding up their weapons to prepare for an attack as Meg steps over Sherman as if he's a piece of discarded litter. Kind is. And she thought Apollo-turned-Lester was a wimp. Well, she still does.

Nobody dares approach her except a skinny kid with curly brown hair that covers his eyes. Like the others, he's wearing a bright orange shirt and has another one folded in his arms.

"Name's Connor," the skinny kid introduces, "I'll get you a guide and give you a tour. Who knows, maybe you'll be claimed by then if your god parent doesn't want you crammed in Cabin 11 with us. But knowing how slow they are nowadays, who knows." He shrugs at that last part.

Meg doesn't move. She looks Connor up and down. He has more height than her but he's shorter than Sherman, still small enough for her to reach. She doesn't trust that crooked smile one bit. After kicking over what seems to be the biggest kid at Camp, she doesn't know what this one will do, especially since he mentioned a tour and where she'll be staying.

Not the first time she's followed someone who said they'd take care of her. Not the last time either, but that's a problem for another day.

Instinctively, instead of aiming down, Meg aims upwards this time. She thrusts her arm forward, poking Connor right in the eye. Connor stumbles back, dropping the shirt and holding a hand to his eye. Meg wipes her hand on her dress that she got from Sally Jackson, now wondering why she would change out of it to be in the same style of orange as everyone, including not-so-tough guy Sherman and sketchy tour guide Connor. Maybe if the Apollo cabin wasn't so busy tending to their now-mortal god parent Lester, one of them could've handed Connor an ice pack. And one for Sherman.

"Styx, child!" Connor yells. "What was that for?"

"I don't know you," Meg responds.

"You're gonna regret you did that."

"Not really. You're gonna regret you said that."

Meg grabs the now-crumpled camp shirt from the ground and escorts herself to Cabin 11. A group of fearful demigods pointed her in the direction.

The queen Meg McCaffrey arrives at camp with an unconscious Apollo-turned-Lester, and she still had the energy to poke Connor's eye and kick Sherman Yang in the crotch.

The haiku was a last-minute addition but necessary.