Aran led me and Aster to a large light blue farmhouse. On the way I noticed some pretty cool things. A strawberry field full of satyrs like Copper playing their reed pipes, an ancient looking battle arena, a small lake, a large barn filled with pegasi, and a giant ring of cabins, another trailer park of portable cabins, and a forest.

Aster nudged my arm. "Is that a stable?! Wow, pegasi!"

I was too busy trying to figure out how to prank Aran. I have known Aran since, well forever really. At first I thought he was just an imaginary friend. I guess not. Then when I finally realized that I was a demigod I turned to him, the only one to witness me getting claimed and said "Hey guess what, Imma demigod," He then stared at me and said,

"Welcome to the family, The gods suck and so do the nymphs, but colors don't. Neither does my mom." Aster poked me out of my trip down memory lane.

"So, what is the scheduling like here? Any rules I should be aware of? Most importantly, is there a library somewhere near here?"

"What. the. actual. Heck. We literally just got here, have the clothes on our backs, no food, no form of current shelter. and you are worried about SCHEDULING?" I was slightly annoyed. She 1. completely ignored the fact that my car did not yet run out of gas, so she did not have to interrupt my trip down memory lane, and 2. Are you kidding me? Do I even have to say it twice? This girl, was more worried about being on time than sleeping, or showering, or eating.

"I doubt the leaders of this camp would let us starve,"

"Well, to entertain your fear, they won't let you starve If you don't miss meal time. That would be pretty hard to do though, as the conch horn sounds whenever something that you need to know about is happening. And here we are." Aran opened the door. Inside was a middle-aged man in a wheelchair and an intoxicated looking, pot- bellied man wearing a leopard print shirt, with an assortment of diet coke cans next to them. Out of all of the games in the world, guess what they were playing? Peanuchal. Uhum…

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood," said the man in the wheelchair, " I am Chiron, your activities director. We are happy to have a new daughter of Athena, and a daughter of Demeter.

"How do you-" Aster began until the man with the questionable fashion choice cut her off

"Yeah, Yeah blah blah blah. I am Mr. D, your camp director. This is my punishment so leave me alone."

"Wow, somebody needs a nap." I grumbled under my breath. Hey I wasn't one to grumble, but when your friends with Aster as long as I have… lets just say I learned from the best.

Mr.D immediately narrowed his eyes at me

"You better apologize, and acknowledge that I could turn you into a dolphin at any time."

"Dionysus, be kind to our new arrivals." Chiron chided, "Aran, why don't you show them around camp?"

"Dionysus? Wow, it's an honor," Aster said with sincerity.

"Yeah, mhmm, Tell that to Seamore ." Mr.D pointed to a taxidermied tiger head hanging above a warm fireplace.

Aran led them towards what looked like an ancient dining pavilion.

"So, this is where we go for meals," He pointed towards a few different tables, "For breakfast, lunch, and dinner, we sit by cabin."

"Um, what exactly identifies what cabin we are in?" Aster was starting to worry again. I noticed that she now had a new pencil, and a mini- notebook (lavender of course) and was taking notes. Notes!

"Our cabins here are organized by godly parents." Aran continued to lead us through the maze of tables toward the front. "This is the head table, and to the right of it are the shrines."

"What?" I stopped in my tracks, "What, do we burn human sacrifices to our parents? Cuz' if we do, I'm leaving!"

"According to some more updated books on Greek mythology, they also would burn food as a sacrifice," Aster said, then scribbled something down on her notebook. I breathed a sigh of relief. I definitely did NOT want to be a sacrifice, but apple sacrifices are ok.

"We also started including club tables," Aran continued, ignoring our conversation, "We had to after a few honorary guests showed up in fact- Speak of the devil. Here they come." I watched as two dark brown haired girls with sea green eyes blasted each other in the face with the water jugs that the archers were using to fuel up. They each wore seashell necklaces, orange camp tee-shirts, and jean shorts. They shoved each other as they trudged up to the pavilion. Aran placed himself between them.

"Now, no fighting you two," He said scornfully, like a grandfather.

"Fiiiine," They said in unison. Aster tucked her pencil behind her ear and looked questioningly at Aran.

"These are the honorary guests you were speaking of?" Aran sighed and said,

"Yup. They're the twins of two demigods. So they technically belong to two different cabins,"

Aster immediately began jotting down more notes, finishing off yet another page. I started to worry she would run out.

"Huh," She stopped writing for a moment.

"What?" I asked.

"I think I'm writing in a different language, it's not exactly Greek, which I do know," I looked around the big open mess hall. I shrugged.

"Probably just Ancient Greek,"

"But I never learned that! I only know regular Greek and English!" I rolled my eyes at her.

"You're a demigod for the Gods' sakes!" She narrowed her eyes at me then inscribed more notes into her notebook. After about a minute of writing she looked up, her eyes bright and full of excitement.

"Could we see the shooting range?" She asked Aran. He shrugged.

"Sure, why not?"

"We could-"

"-show you," The twins said. They mischievously grinned and exchanged quick glances with each other.

"Cool. Sam, would you like to go?" I nodded. As Aster bounded off with the twins, I stuck my leg out, in an attempt to trip her, but she went around it and didn't notice. Dang it. I thought. I walked after her. The twins skipped ahead and Aster and I speed walked in order to keep up. They approached a girl refreshing herself, holding a bedazzled bow and arrow.

"So, Eleni, wanna give em' the rundown?" One of the twins asked.

"Sure thing," The girl named Eleni replied. She swept her unnaturally platinum colored hair out of her face, and nodded towards what looked like a shed full of weapons. You would never believe it, (It was a shed full of weapons) "Grab a bow from there to get started. I can't help you unless you have one."

"Oh! Right," Aran blushed. "This way."

He led us to the shed O'weapons. Inside there was a whole lotta, well weapons. Aster tried to turn around

"I already have a bow, if I could just run home and get it-"

"Nuh-uh," Aran put his foot down."These weapons are made out of celestial bronze. They are more dangerous, and durable than any mortal weapons." Aster pouted

"Fine," she mumbled. It was good to know that my mumbly-grumbly friend was back. I walked towards the back of the shed and found what looked like a goldenpirates doubloon with roman inscriptions.

"Can I have this?" I asked with genuine curiosity. Eleni appeared out of nowhere and quickly snatched it out of my hand.

"This belonged to the great hero, Jason Grace. He sacrificed his life to save the great god Apollo, my father."

"Which one? The hero or the god?" Aster gave me a nasty look that said Do you have no self restraint? I responded with a shy smile, Yes?

Eleni rolled her eyes and turned to Aran, "this is the 'amazing little sis' you were yapping on and on about?" Aran looked ashamed,

"Um, Yes?" He said it like it was more of a question

"Hold on," I continued. I am starting to get annoyed now. She had Ignored my question and called me Aran's little sister. Sure you could ignore my question. But calling me Aran's little sister was a new level of low I had never experienced before. "I am not Aran's AHEM 'little sis'. And you never answered my question. and because of that, just to spite you, This is mine now." I held up the golden coin, flicked it in my hand, and it immediately turned into a golden roman spatha. Aster's hair showed me that this Sword had caused a sudden burst of static electricity throughout the room. There was a crack of thunder. Aster's eyes widened. She immediately started rummaging through the weapons, in search of something as cool as my spatha. But of course that wasn't possible. My spatha was the coolest. She pulled out an old looking celestial bronze bow and a dirty leather quiver with broken arrows. Her eyes filled with wonder.

"This is perfect," she stated. She then grabbed a little dagger and exited the shed. I wrinkled my nose in disgust at her shoddy choice of weapon.

"Mine's better," I mumbled to myself. I flipped that spatha back into a coin and followed behind her.