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  Stories from Camp Halfblood

  Amy Laine

  CAMP HALFBLOOD

  CAMP JUPITER

  The Link: https://camphalfblood.wikia.com/wiki/User_talk:Amy12Laine/Deleted_page

  TABLE OF CONTENTS:

  4 | Teaching Percy To Ride the Pegasi & Confessions Of a Traitor- Silena Beauregard

  10 | Who is Your god?

  13 | Before the Wilderness Survival School –Piper McLean

  17 | A Poem from Apollo about Himself- Apollo god of light and the sun, truth and prophecy, healing, plague, music, poetry etc…

  18 | Percy Meet’s the Kane Children –Percy Jackson

  21 | 2 Months of Dating and the Night I disappeared- Percy Jackson

  26 | Jason before Camp Halfblood –Jason Grace

  35 | My vision of what WOULD have happened to the Olympians by Kronos - Poseidon the Sea god

  45| Lee’s First Quest Longer Story- not as short as the others

  67 | The Lotus Hotel and Casino –Nico di Angelo

  76 | Finding My Way to Camp Halfblood-Thalia Grace

  93 | House of Hades Beginning –Annabeth Chase

  99 | Searching for Pan & Meeting Polyphemus –Grover Underwood

  104 | Being With Sammy Valdez –Hazel Levesque

  110 | The Curse of the Blue Drachma -Percy Jackson

  109 | Translate This 

  I will say I do play favorites Sorry- I like Percy the best so I wrote a lot about him!

 

  A Quick Note from the Author:

  Just because you’re not a demigod, does not mean you can’t do amazing things like these people. You’re unique and special in better ways then any of these people, because they just have specific talents that don’t separate them from the others (in their cabin). But I still hope you enjoy reading these stories I wrote, just because I’m still waiting for the House of Hades to come out in fall 2013.

  Enjoy because I loved writing this! Remember though, that none of these stories are in the same time periods. I skip around a lot from story to story, from current to past. (This is all made up, but I wouldn’t call it fanfiction. It is not meant to copyright Rick Riordan!)

  -Amy Laine

  Teaching Percy to Ride the Pegasi & Confessions of a Traitor

  Dear Aphrodite,

  It has been so hard the past few months. It has been the best, and the worst times at camp. Annabeth and Percy are getting ready for the upcoming war. As are the rest of the campers. Do they know, it’s all set up for failure? I want to tell them, but they would not see my reasons. Charlie has been lovely though! Last night, he made me a mechanical rose that every morning and night shrunk and grew! He’s so clever. I hope he know’s what I’m doing for him. No- scratch that. He would never forgive me, saving one man, in place of the entire Earth.

  I remember it too clearly. Luke came back last summer. He told me, that he needed my help. I used to like Luke, a lot before Charlie came along. So of course, I told Luke I swore on the River Styx to help him- he said he was in trouble. I remember, though. Luke used to be my friend. It was a mistake that I never want to make again. I wish I had not. Luke gave me a silver bracelet with the mark of Kronos on it. A little scythe dangling from a silver chain. I gasped and tried to give it back. I wanted nothing to do with Kronos and his blood thirsty schemes.

  But I swore on the River Styx. I agreed finally (I had no choice), and told Luke he could not harm Charlie Beckendorf. Luke’s last words to me before he left were, “Why would I harm Beckendorf? I promise on the River Styx I will not touch the boy. But hear me Silena. He will perish before he ever reaches College.” And with that, Luke left. He had no army with him, no weapons, but I felt terribly frightened.

  I can’t think about it though. I’m a traitor…when my camp finds out I won’t be called a hero. I’ll be called the scum under their shoes, and my name will go down in history as a lesson to the little ones, what I became. A monster- the kind that has no fur or claws but is truly evil in the inside.

  I feel so miserable, mother. I’ll never send this letter to you, for shame, but I want ask you, what is love? As a daughter of Aphrodite I should know. Love is something to occupy us and unite us with the one we love. It is said, “But the greatest of these is LOVE.” But, this? Is this love? I do this for Charlie, but would he be happy if he found out? I don’t know. I have to go now, Percy is waiting for his riding lessons. Think on this, with me mother. Help me.

  - ❁ Silena Beauregard, Daughter of Aphrodite❀

  Silena shut the diary she kept under her pillow and sighed. She stared into the lonely cabin, Drew the second oldest of the Aphrodite Cabin was the only other one in the room.

  “What’s the matter Sweetie?” Drew asked, spraying perfume daintily into the cabin. The smell blew across the cabin and filled Silena with calm, it was her favorite scent. Sweet Pea and Pineapple Jubilee. Silena tucked the book into her bed, and concealed it cleverly with the folds of her pink mattress.

  “Nothing Drew. I’m fine. I must go give the Poseidon cabin riding lessons now.”

  Drew smirked knowingly. “The Poseidon cabin? Silena, there’s only one demigod there. Percy Jackson.” Drew’s eyes softened for a moment, losing their flare. It was a wonder if every girl at Camp Half-blood didn’t have a crush on him. “You know, there are only a few cute boys at this camp- Charles is one of them I guess, but Percy…you’ve been with him too long. Aphrodite would be disgusted how long you’ve stuck with him. It’s time to move on, Percy-”

  Silena stood up. “Is Annabeth’s boyfriend. Percy is my friend and no more. Charlie will be the only man in my life.” Her voice rang with truth and the thought of Charlie made her sigh with longing to be with him. Drew sat down dejectedly on her bed and began arranging the pillows. “If you say so, Silena. Don’t let me say, ‘I told you so’, when this doesn’t work out.”

  Silena walked out the cabin briskly proving her authority. The clean Sun greeted her and the warm smell of strawberries and she promptly arranged the flowers on the doorstep just before she left. Silena hated it when things got dirty. She found Percy by the stables talking to the Pegasi. Pegasi are Pegesus, but the Greek term is Pegasi.

  She couldn’t hear what Black Jack was saying, but she understood half the conversation from what Percy was retorting.

  “No, I’m not going on another quest, so stop talking about them!”

  “Maybe later, but you know sugar isn’t good for horses.”

  “I know you’re not a normal horse, gods Blackjack, my dad created horses.”

  “Don’t call me ‘Boss’, anymore, please!”

  “Who’s behind me? What?”

  “Hi Percy!” She said, as she crept into the stables. Percy jumped about a foot. “Oh gods Silena! You scared me!” He laughed. His sea green eyes reflected his mood. Silena smiled her pearly white teeth, catching the sunlight. “Well, I have a tendency to be able to sneak up on unsuspecting demigods.”

  Percy’s grinned and patted Blackjack on his right flank. “I might need to work on my air reverse today. I usually fall off when I try it- I might want to try it in the Battle with Kronos.”

  Silena thought carefully. “We’ll have to do that over water, in case you fall off, you can break you’re fall.” She led her own Pegasi Porkpie out of the stables. “That’s a tricky maneuver though…are you sure?” She paused a moment. “And who says there will be a battle? Maybe we’ll hold it back, or Kronos will just say, ‘Nevermind’, and go back to Tarturus?”

  “I wish.” Percy sighed dejectedly, and combed out Blackjack’s mane a little w
ith his fingers. Silena started to saddle up Porkpie when Percy looked up. “Hey Silena, can we try without saddles today? I doubt there will be extra saddles around when we’re fighting for our lives, and besides, I want to see if I can do it.” He blushed for a moment. “I know, it’s kind of stupid. Just a challenge.”

  Silena raised an eyebrow, but didn’t agree with him. “Are you sure, Jackson? When we’re done here, you’re going to be walking around like a penguin that fell of an ice burg into choppy water.”

  Percy shrugged. “Yeah, I have a specialty in water, I’ll be fine.”

  Not five minutes later, the two halfbloods were off, soaring above the lake. Silena yelled to Percy over the wind. “Don’t go straight into an air reverse-It’s really dangerous-start off with something simple, to practice, and to get Blackjack ready!” Percy waved, to show he acknowledged the command.

  Silena watched as he swooped down and nearly touched the lake- backwards. She sighed in annoyance. “Percy! That was not a practice move!”

  “Sorry!” And then he was off, trying out the air reverse. They started the sideways flip just fine, but without a saddle, Percy couldn’t hold on. Blackjack dodged imaginary enemies and Percy’s eyes widened as his grip loosened around the Pegasi’s neck.

  Blackjack headed over the forest. “Stay over the water!” Silena shrieked desperately but it was too late. The son of Poseidon disappeared from the horse’s back and plummeted to solid ground. Silena closed her eyes. “Porkpie, let’s go!” She lightly kicked her own Pegasi and they were off.

  Blackjack was hovering above ground whinnying. Silena nodded at him to follow, her stern gaze making him duck his head in obedience.

  They found Percy hanging from a tree branch by three fingers. He was disparately trying to get a foot hold, but it was impossible. His feet scraped against the bark from the trunk of the tree but he couldn’t get a grip. Not even a son of Zeus could hang in the air too long. Blackjack swooped down, and just as Percy fell he landed on the horse’s black back.

  Silena cried out in relief. If Chiron ever found out, he would be so mad at her! She might have to go back to being a regular camper (not that she wasn’t only on Thursdays did she do riding lessons.)

  Silena had the flying horse’s land and she walked over to Percy. His face was sweaty and he looked exhausted. “Whoo!” He sat up almost immediatly. “That was awesome! Let’s do it again!” He pumped his fist into the air, like the troublesome demon he was.

  Silena, daughter of Aphrodite, smacked him. “Ow!” Percy complained his voice an octave higher than usual. “What was that for?” Silena glared at him. “You could have died you vaca!” (Vaca=idiot.)

  Percy shrugged obnoxiously. “I’m still here aren’t I?” Silena just got on Porkpie again. “Tell Black Jack to stay over the water, or all he’s getting this month are oats, and the water we use to clean the dishes.”

  Percy repeated the words to Black Jack.

  “You shame your kind with those bad words you know. I don’t think even Kronos knows those!”

  “She’s in charge Black Jack. Just do what she says.”

  “Yes you should. And, just stay over the water okay?”

  “I’ll bring you sugar cubes later.”

  Silena looked at Percy. “What did he say?” Percy rubbed his chin. “Minus the cuss words? He said, he’s in. Well, for the sugar cubes anyway. And since I’m practically his Lord and Savior and all that.”

  Silena shrugged, it was as good of an answer she would ever get, and climbed onto her flying horse. Soon, they were over the lake again, and Percy actually succeeded in doing 2 air reverse moves. He dominated the air so well, Silena couldn’t help thinking that Zeus couldn’t do it better himself.

  An air reverse is basically when the Pegasi dodges the enemy, and keeps doing sideways turns. Like a cylinder in motion. It makes you really dizzy, but Percy didn’t seem to be feeling nauseous at all. The water must have been helping.

  All the while, the swordsmen, holds up his weapon and hacks away at the enemy, with the enemy not sure how to slice the other guy open. You can only do this for about a minute or less, because the enemy catches on to what you’re doing and when you come around for slice, off goes you’re head.

  Silena cringed when Percy told her that. Of course, it was in his words. “Nice image, Percy.” She combed out Porkpie and fed him a handful of oats.

  Percy shrugged. “I’m just worried about the battle. You seem like you understand though Silena. You’re so calm, as if the battle doesn’t seem to really affect you that much…I mean like….well you’re just so collected.” Percy corrected himself.

  Silena turned bright red, and looked away. She hoped he couldn’t tell she was hiding something. He continued talking. “I wish I knew who the traitor was. He’s been giving so much information away, telling Luke all our strategies…our borders…why? I mean…doesn’t he like Camp Halfblood anymore? What’s wrong with the camp?” He took a deep breath, and continued. “You don’t know what it’s like Silena, to be hampered by dreams warning you about him- the traitor. I stay awake 24/7- all night, and I have no answers in the morning about the guy.” He turned his gaze on Silena.

  “Um…sorry.” He muttered. “It’s just that…I had to tell someone. Annabeth tells me the same thing, and you seemed like you would be the best person to tell.”

  Silena turned away from him and tears trickled down her eyes. Stop crying you fool! Silena screamed at herself. She wanted to tell him, nothing is wrong with Camp Halfblood! I love this place! It’s the only safe place for people like us! “How do you know it’s a ‘he’?” She asked, her voice not sounding like she was crying at all.

  Percy tilted his head. “I don’t know. I guess…I just assumed. Sorry, I told you all that. My worries shouldn’t be on your shoulders.” He grinned. Silena turned around, the tears gone. “Well, Percy. Lesson for today is over. I have a lot to do…so….bye?” Her voice came out as a squeak and she cursed herself silently. Don’t sound like what he said affected you! He’ll rat you out to everybody! She straightened her shoulders and pulled her hair down from a ponytail.

  Percy nodded. “Okay Silena. Thanks. See you around!” He trudged away, and ran into Clarisse. Silena didn’t stay to watch. She heard a lot of shouting and then a little water rained down on her, but she still didn’t glance up even though it wasn’t raining, as she hurried away. Silena raced away and somehow landed in the forest again. She sat down by a tree and started to sob.

  Water tracks ran from her eyes and she wiped the snot from her face onto her sleeve. It was designer of course, and she immediately regretted not bringing a tissue. Hopefully, the Demeter cabin was doing laundry today.

  “Worried about what’s coming? Or am I wrong?” Someone’s strong sturdy hands held her by the shoulders. It was so gentle and cute, but Silena didn’t need to see him to know who it was. She knew it was Charlie.

  She nodded and went into a fit of coughing and crying all at once. Beckendorf sat down beside her. “Hey Silena. It’s all going to turn out great.”

  When she finally looked up at him, his blonde hair and dirty face, so caring, she erupted with another waterworks show. Luke…him saying, Charlie would never go to College. Which meant… soon? In just another year, Charlie was supposed to go to College. This meant he wasn’t here for long. But, maybe Luke was wrong. How could Luke predict the future anyways? He was no oracle!

  This gave her hope and she smiled at Charlie. “What brings- brings you out here?” She sniffled loudly. Hesat down beside her. “I was checking the traps…you know for the bronze dragon. I was hoping to have it trapped and repaired for the war against the Titans.” He shook his head. “Probably not. Speaking of which, it’s dangerous out here, for you to be here…alone.”

  Silena tucked her brown hair behind her ear. “I’m not alone. You won’t leave. You wouldn’t want me to get hurt would you?” An edge of playfulness crept into her voice.

>   Charlie smiled and made himself comfortable beside her. “You’re a sly one, Silena. I like that about you.” He withdrew his sword and set it beside his left leg. “If that dragon attacks, it’s not my fault.”

  Silena laid her head down on his chest despite that he was wearing armor. “I’m not afraid. You would protect me.”

  Silena wasn’t sure how long they stayed there, talked, and just sat. She didn’t care.

  “Well Charlie. I guess I’ve delayed you, huh?” Beckendorf stood up and pulled her up too. “No, you’re right on time.” He smiled and pulled her close. It was the best kiss for a girl who’s troubled by being a traitor to her camp. It made the world seem right for once. Balance.

  Silena smiled. “I love you Charlie.” Then she gave him one last peck on the cheek before dashing into the trees, back to Camp Halfblood.

  As a daughter of Aphrodite, it shouldn’t have been hard to get a nice relationship going. But…she felt like if she stood there too long, Charlie would have known something was up.

  But, tonight nothing would ruin her mood. What could go wrong?

  Who Is Your god?

  So far, you’ve only read one story. But you can’t anymore- not without figuring out who you resemble, or are born from. Not all half bloods are claimed, and you might just be a grandson/granddaughter of a demigod. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t related to them. Circle the letter you think describes you the best and in the end, let’s just hope…you’re not a related to Hades.

  Don’t mind the numbers; those are just the number’s you need to know how many of the same number you got…(CONFUSING! I KNOW I TRIED SORRY)

  1)You would rather fight with/by:

  a)Lightning 1

  b)sword/high tech/ weapon 4

  c)water 2

  d)bow and arrows 3

  e)talking it out 5

  f)revenge/magic 6

  g)stay out of the fight 7

  h)you need a battle strategy 8

  i)killing everything in your path 9

  2)Your favorite myths are:

  a)Roman 4,8,9

  b)Egyptian 5,6,2

  c)Norse 6

  d)Greek 1

  e)American Indian 6 (again),3

  f)None of the above 7

  3) You would like to live:

  a)In the ocean 2

  b)In the sky 1

  c)Deep underground/cave 9

  d)Regular house 7,3

  e)Enchanted tree/house/palace/mansion 6

  f)Battle Planning Station 8,4

  g)Pretty house with flowers 5

  4) Your favorite thing to do:

  a) Fish/swim 2

  b) Sky dive/fly 1

  c) Plant/Look pretty 5

  d) Hunt 3

  e) Pull pranks/ do magic tricks 6

  f) Figure out the best way to take your enemies down 8

  g) Kill 9

  h) Make stuff/ fight 4

  i) Regular stuff 7

  5) Your IQ:

  Don’t lie! The Olympians hear and see all- with the help of Apollo!

  a) Middle 9, 5, 7, 3

  b) Depends on the location/time 2,1,6

  c) way above average 8

  d) I don’t think. I just do

  e) War is the answer! 4

  What number’s you mostly got (count how many numbers)

  Mostly 1’s: You’re related to Zeus, Lord of the Sky. You love to be in charge, and feel safest in the air. You’re either Greek or Roman. That depends on the test below.

  Mostly 2’s: You’re related to Poseidon, god of the Sea/Ocean. You’re independent, and don’t like to be told what to do. You feel safest near water. You’re either Greek or Roman. That depends on the test below.

  Mostly 3’s: You’re closest to Artemis, goddess of the hunt. Artemis is a maiden, sworn never to marry, she has no children, but has many people much like her. You love to hunt, and feel safest on land. It might be Apollo as well, but they’re twins so it still relates. You’re either Greek or Roman. That depends on the test below.

  Mostly 4’s: You’re related to Hephaestus or Ares. The god of war…well you would feel best fighting any place, anytime. If it’s Hephaestus then you love to build, and don’t like to talk much. You feel safest alone. You’re either Greek or Roman. That depends on the test below.

  Mostly 5’s: You’re either related to Demeter or Aphrodite. You’re stunningly beautiful/handsome if you’re related to Aphrodite. You love to look you’re best, and everything must be neat & organized. If you’re a descendant of Demeter, then you love to grow or plant things. You have a ‘green thumb’ and you have a hard time trusting people. You’re either Greek or Roman. That depends on the test below.

  Mostly 6’s: You’re either related to Hermes (god of thieves, travelers, merchants) or Hecate (goddess of magic…good and evil).. Hermes: You love to steal and you’re good at it. You always get good bargains when you buy something. Clever. Hecate: You love to do magic tricks and fooling friends/family. Deadly to your enemies. You’re either Greek or Roman. That depends on the test below.

  Mostly 7’s: You’re mostly likely closest to Hera (queen of the gods) or…Dionysus the god of wine…and also he’s relaxed and stays out of the way. You like regular things, and aren’t really good at something’s or really bad at others. You’re either Greek or Roman. That depends on the test below.

  Mostly 8’s: You’re a daughter/son of Athena. Goddess of battle strategy and wisdom. Your IQ is way above average, and you almost always have a way to go over or around an obstacle. You’re either Greek or Roman. That depends on the test below.

  Mostly 9’s: You’re from Hades himself. The god of the underworld, ruler of the dead and controller of all riches underground. Which means, you’re probably either rich or have a thing for money. You also, love underground places, and death doesn’t scare you at all. You’re either Greek or Roman. That depends on the test below.

  I’m not saying all this is completely accurate, but it should describe you fairly well. Now, here’s the Greek or Roman 2 question test:

  1)You like Zeus or Jupiter better.

  Same person, different names

  a)Zeus

  b)Jupiter

  2) You would rather go to Camp Jupiter or Camp Halfblood:

  a) Camp Halfblood

  b) Camp Jupiter

  Well, if you said all A’s: You’re Greek.

  If you said all B’s: You’re Roman

  Before the Wilderness Survival School

  Before the Wilderness Survival School, I must have been pretty bad. Otherwise my father, wouldn’t have sent me there. Actually, looking back on it, it wasn’t my dad at all. It was Jane- the ugly, nosy assistant my dad has. Oh right. My dad is Tristan McLean. Before you go and faint, I’ll have you know, I never wanted anything with his wealth. I’m happy for him, really. But he’s always so busy with his movies. So many movies and not enough time for me, maybe? Everyone will always remember him as King of Sparta, and I’ll remember him as the King of movies the kind that loves their children, but honestly, they're a distraction to them. Every day my dad told me he loved me before he went to work, but really it felt like:

  TO DO LIST:

  ☐ Say to Piper “I love you”

 

  ‘Checked off his To Do list.’ I could hardly blame him though. I didn’t even want to be around ME. Dad tried to get me out into the world. He’d buy me whatever I wanted, and if I asked, my own magazine I bet…small price for the Lord of Actors. (No not literally). But…I always felt like he was never really there. I loved the days we would spend time together, just us. No stupid camera’s shoved into our faces. Those times never lasted long though. And whenever we did, I always thought of dad trying to give me everything. But, I know what he was thinking. “Stop being a freak! As my daughter you need to be cool, so I don’t look bad, hon!”

  It was bad enough with Jane around. She always wanted to send me away: boarding school, working (hello! Why would I
work?), camps, intern (I’m only 16), and even jail.

  Okay, I admit. The last one wasn’t without reason. It’s not my fault. Not really. Moment of truth: I steal things. But not exactly! I mean…all I do is ask for things and the people give them to me. Later, they seem to realize what they did and call the police or something.

  I remember first doing it too my teacher in fourth grade. We were taking a really hard math test- division, and I just didn’t feel like doing it. So I raised my hand and asked Mrs. Burns if I could have the Answer Key. She looked at me and blinked. I asked again, thinking maybe she didn’t hear me. She nodded, “Yes you can have the Answer Key.” I was a little surprised but I didn’t say anything. Actually, I think I may have said, “Hurry up lady!” and she seemed to run to her desk, as if she was an Olympic racer doing the 100 meter dash.

  Mrs. Burns ran over to her desk, shifted a couple papers, scattered a few sticky notes and then came back and handed me a paper that said: Division for Beginners Test 1A Answer Key

  I took it without hesitation and copied down all the answers. Mrs. Burns just watched me, her jaw opening and closing, like she wanted to say something but couldn’t figure out how to say it.

  Needless to say, I got an A+ on the test, and the rest of my friends barely got above c-. (Mrs. Burns was always one to grade a test right away- it probably didn’t take long for her anyways…little kid division problems? Easy!)

  Not long after I got home, doing my ‘Let’s do Nouns!’ Worksheet my dad got a call. Well, that wasn’t irregular or anything but he wasn’t talking in his normal business voice. He sounded concerned. So I tip toed over to the door of his office and opened up the cellar which is not far away. There’s a hole in the wall of dad’s office, big enough for an eyeball to look through. I spied on my dad a lot in this place.

  “I just don’t think Piper would do that.” My dad said, making hand gestures to himself.

  Silence for a moment. Then my father spoke again. “Piper wouldn’t do that just for a math test.” His voice grew, until it seemed almost as if he would attack whoever was on the other line. Not that he could.

  Of course, I knew who it was. Mrs. Burns. Was she calling about my math test? Why? She’d given me the Answer Key! I blinked, but kept watching Tristan McLean.

  “I understand, but I still don’t think she’s capable of…video tape you say?” The famous McLean had sweat on his forehead and his teeth were clenched.

  More silence, Mrs. Burns must be making up some fakey story about me. I clench my fists, wishing Mrs. Burns were here so I could give her a piece of my mind!

  Dad nods again. “Send me the video. Now.” He boots up his computer while talking.

  A couple minutes later, Dad clicks up his inbox and opens a message. I can’t tell what it’s labeled but I know. It’s a ‘video’ of me stealing I bet. Well, she’ll have to have my missing twin that doesn’t exist, if she want’s to pull this off.

  The video has a girl that look’s like me. But that’s impossible! I raise my hand in class. “Mrs. Burns? Can I have the Answer Key?”

  Oooh this is going to be good. Mrs. Burns shakes her head. “No! Why would you ask that?”

  It shows Mrs. Burns going into the hall with a troubled student, and then me standing up and going over to her desk. That is so not right, is all I could think.

  And instead of Mrs. Burns shuffling through papers, it shows me. I grab up one paper and then return to my seat just as the teacher comes in. I get an A+ on the test and I show all my friends- that part is accurate at least. None of the other students even look up as I ‘steal’ the test answer key.

  I don’t know how that happened. That didn’t happen! I’m in panic. What if dad actually DOES think I would do that?!

  Dad hangs up, a few minutes later and then calls me into his office. “Piper?” He shouts down the hall. I pop up around the corner. “Here.” I saw meekly.

  Tristan McLean takes me onto his lap and asks about the video. I decline everything. Well except that I asked for the Answer Key and the part where I showed all my friends.

  “Honest dad.” I say holding his hand. “All I did was ask for it, and she gave it too me!” Father shook his head. “But the video…”

  I jump off his lap and shout at him. “I’m telling you the truth! I don’t know how they made that video but I promise daddy!” I ended up being sent to bed for over reacting but I didn’t care. All I cared about was that Mrs. Burns was wrong, and somehow she’d framed me.

  When I got to Camp Halfblood I learned that what concealed the truth was the Mist. The Mist was a thing that blinds the mortals (and their camera’s apparently) from seeing anything- anything but the truth anyways, about who we are.

  After that, my dad looked at me differently. He treated me a little different, I know not why. I was only 8 at the time- and 7 years later, it was no different. In between the time when I was 8 and 15 (I’m 16 now) I stole plenty of things. Just to get his attention, to get him to love me. Notice me.

  I stole perfume, iPod’s, and eventually the bigger stuff. The bigger the things I stole, the longer my dad would talk to me. He took me to counselor’s, to people who ‘wanted to help’. I swear, one of those times when my dad had to run somewhere, and left me alone with a counselor…well there was one guy who only had one eye- in the middle of his face. He kept saying, “Die halfblood girl. Eat blood.” While I tried to explain why I stole the lawn mower. Eventually, after about 5 minutes of him repeating the same thing, I got up to leave. Now, being a 12 year old girl when you suddenly realize the guy behind you isn’t human, of course I freaked out.

  He made this weird rumbling sound and said, “Me want daughter of Aphro-“He never finished his sentence. I watched in horror as he stopped mid-step and burst into a cloud of perfume and was gone. How did that happen? I had no idea.

  I’m a daughter of ‘Aphro?’ I wondered. Who’s that? I was too freaked out to tell anyone what happened. Who would I tell? Jane? Phhht! No way. Dad- the busy, famous, handsome movie star? Like he had time for that. I didn’t have friends. The only number’s on my ugly flip phone was dad and Jane- not that I even called Jane. Oh yeah, and the police. Pretty exciting.

  (Don’t ask about my phone, He wanted to get me an iPhone but I pointed at the ugliest phone I could find.)

  All the things I stole, grew bigger and bigger in cost. Dad paid them with a wave of his hand, and also paid the people I ‘stole’ from, a small fortune to keep them from telling the press.

  Jane pestered dad all the time to get rid of me. The only thing holding him back from a successful career, as she put it. As I saw it, he had a fine career and judging from the mansion I lived in, had no problem with costs.

  Just a week before Summer Break started, Jane finally convinced dad to make me go to a Wilderness Survival School. I really didn’t want to go. She knew why, and told me if I didn’t tell dad what I did, she would…I was at a car selling lot. I convinced the dealer to give me the car…and I just drove it away. A BMW. The dealer pressed a bunch of charges against me, probably from embarrassment. It was his fault…Jane arranged for me to go to the stupid Survival School instead of Jail, but I’m sure she didn’t care which I went too.

  I remembered the talk we had, right before I left. We went out onto the beach…we watched a surfer dude take a spill. Dad and I always played this game called, “Any Three Questions” which is supposed to make us closer, or something. You have to answer the questions truthfully.

  Dad started, but I really wasn’t listening. I cut him off. I had to tell him today, about the BMW. And about what I wanted, so he would listen to me. Maybe he could sign some pictures of himself for the car dealer, and I’d be free of going to the school/jail. Before Jane asked anyways.

  “Dad, just listen for once. Don’t make me wait for you to ask your stupid three questions. I want to go to a regular school. I want you to take me to parents’ night, not Jane. Or home school
me! I learned so much when we read about Greece together. We could do that all the time! We could…”

  (The Greece thing was for when my dad had a role in a movie, and I helped him. I actually felt like we bonded then…)

  And that’s when the car’s showed up. “Dad!” I scream. Our day on the beach was ruined. I was labeled a thief and a liar.

  He let’s me go. I won’t go into detail. It was too hard, to think about then…even now. I was sent to the Survival School and made friends with Jason and Leo. But…later I found out that Jason had never actually been there. Him kissing me on the rooftops during a meteor shower, the pranks we used to get back on Leo…they never happened. It still bugs me…but maybe, what had been could still be a reality?

  I don’t know. I learned how to use my power’s at Camp Halfblood and, as I think back on this: I’m on board the Argo II hovering over Camp Jupiter. Where Jason is from. The Roman Camp- and of course, the god of boundaries is here. Annabeth look’s worried. I better help her…What will happen here? Nothing good ever crosses a demigods path…wish me luck. I grab Katoptris from my side and walk up to Terminus god of boundaries.

  A Poem from Apollo about Himself

  Two poems from Apollo the god of…well let the first Poem explain everything to you.

  Apollo: The Most Awesome god Ever!

  I am the god of…

  Light! The thing you puny mortals use to see!

  Sun! Something that keeps your precious Earth to keep going!

  Truth! Because no one likes a liar!!! *Looks at you imploringly*

  Prophecy! Well duh the Oracle is too cool! Green mist? Loving it!

  Healing! Without me, you would still have that cut from when you stick the scissors into your cheek when you were two!

  Plague! Well…all I can say is good stuff comes with a price! Yuck.

  Music! iHeart Radio? My idea, completely. Pandora? Yup.

  Poetry! What does this look like to you??? The best poem ever (duh).

  Why Apollo is Way Cool Rhyming

  I’m not just a twin like Artemis

  If you think that there’s a lot you’ve missed

  Listen real close when I tell you my list

  You won’t see most my brilliant actions because of the Mist

  Forget Artemis and her Hunters- let them be dissed

  I am so much cooler ladies- give me a kiss (???)

  Spending time with Apollo is sheer bliss!

  Percy Meet’s the Kane Children

  I sat alone in Cabin Three. I was exhausted from another day in the woods. Annabeth had taken me in there to slay some monsters and we had gotten ambushed by Mrs. O'Leary and Nico-just another day at camp. For once I understood what Annabeth felt like before she went with me on the quest to save the bolt. She trained every day all day just hoping for a little adventure or some excitement. One summer had past since our fight with Kronos. I was nearing the end of my first ever boring year at camp. I couldn't stand it. I walked out of my cabin and into the Pegasus stables. Blackjack was in there eating out of a pail of oats. "Hey Blackjack." I said. Blackjack whinnied and said in my head. "Yo, boss! What happened? Why didn't we go anywhere this summer?"  "Well, now is our chance for some adventure before I have to leave. Besides, we still have a full week left…” I sighed opening Blackjacks gate. "No way! You really mean it boss?"  Blackjack asked. "Of course." I said. I led Blackjack out of the stables and got on his back. "Come on." I whispered into his ear.

  Blackjack took off into the sky. We circled a couple times before leaving. We flew toward Manhattan at first and circled the empire state building. It felt so good to fly with Blackjack again. Then we flew towards Brooklyn. I don't know why. It just felt right. A voice in the back of my mind said that I would find adventure there.

  We flew over Brooklyn when there was a sudden jolt. Like a blast or a force field out of no where. Well, this should be interesting. Blackjack fell through the air. I did the only thing I could at the moment, I screamed my head off. I think my voice was an octave higher than usual- embarrassing. We spiraled through the air until we landed with a sickening thud on the roof of a warehouse. No it wasn't a warehouse it looked like a mansion built on top of a warehouse. I staggered to my feet and then collapsed next to Blackjack. Ouch that really hurt! We were both breathing hard.

  Then I heard voices below me, then the pounding of feet up stairs. Oh hurray, company. A boy appeared in the dim light of the setting sun. He was around my age, with curly brown hair and brown eyes. He stared at me for a moment then disappeared into the stairwell. Two female voices started to ague with the boy. One was an adult the other a girl maybe thirteen. Then a girl appeared. She had blonde hair with purple streaks in her hair. She wore combat boots and a leather jacket. She looked around twelve, thirteen maybe. I stared at her, and then grabbed my pen. This wasn't right. I could feel power emanating from this girl, Strong harsh power. I shuddered involuntarily. There was something about her that made me think that I wasn't supposed to be here. That this wasn’t right. A voice in my head said, run! And then the little devil on my older shoulder said, these are the secrets the Olympians keep from you. Watch as the story unfolds. Wait and watch. Naturally I did what the red little guy said.

  "Come inside." She said. She had an English accent; it was an order not an invitation. I did the smart thing. I followed her to the stairwell and climbed down it. At the bottom were the boy I had seen earlier and a young woman in a leopard print jumpsuit. She and Mr. D would go perfect together. I thought. The three of them led me down a hall and down a flight of stairs. They took me out onto a terrace were a bunch of kids sat eating and drinking. There was a pool on the terrace with a…a…was that an albino crocodile? Great they were going to feed me to a crocodile.

  I was about to make up some excuse like, “I just had a really bad bathroom day, I wouldn’t taste that good,” or, “I’m actually a crocodile in disguise! I’m the crocodile god…it’s a sin to feed me to a regular croc.” I had a feeling they had already met the crocodile god for some reason. I’m out of ideas.

  "Show us your djed." The girl said holding out her hand. I stared at her blankly. I said something really intelligent like, "Ummm.” The girl rolled her eyes. "Your amulet? Your calling card?" I could sense the irritation coming from her. Not good if I made the 13 year old mad. She seemed powerful.

  I stared at her blankly like what? The girl sighed with agitation. "I give up." She says. "Where am I?" I ask. All the kids at the table laugh. "Seriously," I tried hard to keep from blushing. I’d dealt with people like this before: bullies, or mean kids who thought the other person was stupid. And I wasn’t. Not exactly.

  “I have no idea where I am." They laugh/snort even harder. The boy from earlier came up to me. "You are the blood of the pharaohs aren't you?" He asked me in confusion. "What the heck is that?" I asked. Blood of the pharaohs-Egypt? Tell me I’m crazy (please), but I think I’m staring at some Egyptian demigods.

  "Look I was out on my Pegasi for a late night fly when we crashed into an invisible something and landed on your roof." I offered. "So that's the flying creature I keep seeing flying around Manhattan." The boy said thoughtfully.

  Wait a minute." He said his eyes turned cold and sharp. "Your Pegasus is on the roof?" He asked. "Yeah, what’s wrong with that? Pegasi actually in Greek BTW. Would you like him to be on the ground with the scared pedestrians all screaming and waving their hands in the air with terror?” I grin, because the idea is so funny and ridiculous.

  He stamped his foot and said something in a different language Egyptian maybe? Sounded like some harsh cussing there even though I don’t speak ‘E’.

  A few of the younger kids at the table gasped as if he just said something really bad. "He will scare Freak." He said in English. "Who?" I asked getting even more confused then before. What was a freak? Blackjack was not a freak!

  He stormed off the terrace and back the way we came. I stared at the kids
around the table who had gone back to eating, But now in silence. I looked at the lady who I had thought would be the perfect match for Mr. D. She stared back unblinking. "Where am I?" I asked. "Brooklyn house." She said simply as if it all made sense now. And of course, it didn’t. A house named Brooklyn House. Nice.

  "And who are you?" I asked. "Honestly, for a magician you certainly know very little. I am Bast, The goddess of cats." "Magician?" I asked. “Don’t you mean half-blood?” She shook her head. “Explain yourself.”

  "I’m not a magician I’m a demigod a son of Poseidon.” I said for the last time. Bast rolls her eyes. “Oh please. You wouldn't be able to enter Brooklyn house if you weren't a magician." She states easily. I was beginning to feel uneasy.

  “I crashed." I said again. “I didn’t come here willingly.” "Sit." She was all she said. “Eat something. You'll need your strength for tomorrow's training."Training?

  “Training? What training?” I demand. “I have training.”

  Bast sat me down at the end of the table, Next to a boy that looked around my age as well. “What can you do?” I scratch my head. “Swordplay- I excel at that, or so says my Report Card. Lava Wall Climbing, I suck at archery, Pegasus Riding, I can control the water pretty well and-” A kid smiles. “You control water already! Great!”

  "Walt?" Bast said. "Will you tell our new trainee the basics?" The boy named Walt nodded. He had the build of an Ares camper and wore a back shirt and black jeans. He wore tons of necklaces around his neck. "Hi." He says to me. "My name is Walt Stone." "Percy Jackson." I nod and hold out a hand to shake. Walt didn't take it. I take my hand back. What was wrong with these people?

  “What’s your name?” I ask putting the question out there. “Carter Kane. That’s my sister Sadie.” He points at the girl who yelled at me. I sigh and look down at the plate that Bast set in front of me. It had a tortilla on it with some chicken and cheese. I wasn't hungry, I had eaten at camp. “I’m not Egyptian.” I tell them. “I’m Greek.” They might as well know, because they aren’t going unheard about at Camp Half-blood anyways.

  I planned to find out what was going on here, before I left to tell Chiron. I wondered if he knew about this carnival act.

  But hey, maybe I’d finally found an adventure after all. 