Clairvoyance is the claimed ability to acquire information that would be considered impossible to get through scientifically proven sensations, thus classified as extrasensory perception, or "sixth sense."

For some, this is as simple as your hair standing up; others, a gut feeling of dread.

For the enlightened, it was a premonition gifted by an outside source.

For him? Pure Instinct.

Standing in the howling wind and rain, a young preteen with charcoal brown hair and grey eyes hollowly leered up a hill.

Doing the same a several meters away was a boy the same age with dark hair and green eyes, holding a red raincoat at his side.

The low rumble and exhaust of seven foot mythological creature stood between the two, slowly turning its attention back and forth between them in confusion and anticipation.

The hunt for this creature was long and arduous for the grey-eyed boy. His clothes were drenched from the trek across New York to Long Island, his determination carrying him the entire way.

Mere moments ago, the green-eyed boy had lost his mother to the very same creature he glared at. He would be sure to make its suffering tenfold what he was experiencing in his heart at the moment.

"Come at me!" The green-eyed boy shouted.

Upon his call, the Minotaur slammed its fists into the ground and snarled, rushing at him with a roar. Its speed was far more profound than the green-eyed boy was expecting, and its arms-wide tactic left for no easy means of escape.

He was cornered by the tree to his back and the burly monster to his sides and front. Defying these odds with his only option left, the green-eyed boy leapt off of the incoming ram and hopped into the air.

Landing on its neck, the green-eyed boy staggered and clamped his arms around the bull-man's horns, nearly flying off from its impact with the tree.

Contrary to his struggle to stay on the bucking Minotaur, the grey-eyed boy had been tailing close behind with the use of the distraction. He drew a longsword from the sheath on his back and slashed at the Minotaur's heel.

Unfortunately, his sword wasn't strong enough to combat the myth, only getting a strong cut across the limb and a backhand to his blade.

The boy nearly crashed at the base of the hill, but he recovered and stabbed his sword into the dirt. He looked up and saw his present comrade sling himself off of the Minotaur with half of one of its horns, landing on his back and nearly rolling down the hill as well.

Groaning to the far right of them, was another boy that the grey-eyed one had spotted among them when they were fleeing. He wasn't sure whether this was some sort of family dispute seeing that he also had a pair of furry legs akin to the Minotaur, but he decided that this was no time for assumptions or prejudice. They were unconscious and slightly wounded at the base of the hill, becoming a big cause of concern.

Feeling the weight of the horn, since his other senses were jumbled by his fall, the green-eyed boy steeled his resolve with the new weapon in hand.

"Food!" The goat-boy to their right suddenly slurred out, catching the attention of the Minotaur.

The two boys immediately dart their heads to the Minotaur, running over as fast as they could to the rescue, the grey-eyed boy made it first.

Sliding to make his body parallel with the Minotaur, the grey-eyed boy caught the remnants of its horns in his grasp with a shocking reveal of strength.

The wind was knocked out of his lungs, but he held firm against the earth despite the wet grass and soil.

Sliding back from the downhill leverage however, his disadvantages came to light.

Luckily, he was not alone. As the Minotaur raised its right fist to pummel the boy, the green-eyed one came to his aid and plunged its own horn into its neck from above.

Thrashing around even wilder at the fatal blow, the Minotaur swat the grey-eyed boy with its left hand, but he held up, tanking the blow to his shoulder but still holding its horns firm.

Knowing that if he let up for even a moment that the goat-boy behind him would he trampled, he silently grit his teeth and tugged the bull's chipped horn to his left.

This gave the green-eyed boy a small chance to snatch his ally's sword, just before the Minotaur sent the two crashing into the bottom of the hill.

The green-eyed boy had fallen after them and aimed to plunge the sword into the Minotaur's head, but saw that on the unscathed horn was the grey-eyed boy's shoulder.

He switched his trajectory for the same horn rooted into its neck, and stabbed down with a yell.

The Minotaur tried to buck in defiance but all of its strength was lost, leaving it to weakly growl before it succumbed to its new weight as a corpse.

Wincing in pain and discomfort, the grey-eyed boy slowly removed the three inch pierce of the Minotaur's horn from his shoulder and dropped to the ground.

As the blood poured from his wound, the two hazily watched the Minotaur fade into dust or sand. As if nothing ever happened, the two were left to the rain and wind.

The green-eyed boy panted in exhaustion, glancing between his goat friend and the weird kid with a sword.

"Can you stand...?" He asked weakly.

The grey-eyed boy only responded by shakily standing up and picking up his sword that fell from the dust and sand. Sheathing it with his uninjured left hand, he nodded.

"Please, help... my friend. We have to make it over the hill. It's what my mom wanted..."

The grey-eyed boy, with the assistance of the green-eyed boy, slumped the goat-boy's arms over their shoulders. They began their small hike in silence, feeling that the tension of the aftermath was best left alone.

In only a few minutes did they make it over the hill, seeing what appeared to be a farm house in a valley. Weakly staggering down together, they arrived at the farm house before a ripple of mist washed over them.

The grey-eyed boy suddenly felt more weight than he bargained for, and saw the green-eyed boy collapse against the stairs.

Suddenly, the grey-eyed boy looked forward and saw two figures standing before him. His surroundings had changed. The farm was gone the valley was covered in cabins and marble structures, but most of all, a half-man half-horse was leering down at him.

"You..." the horse-man muttered, looking at the scene before him in confusion and disbelief.

Before he could assess the situation, he noticed the blood pouring from the boy's shoulder, wondering just how he could ignore such a grave wound at his age.

Unfortunately, his answer was laid out before him. The boy collapsed too, feeling as if he had reached a responsible place and appropriate time to.

The girl at the horse-man's side only let her jaw hang in shock from the events.

~•~

Taking in his surroundings, the grey-eyed boy hummed. He was surrounded by buildings that looked like ancient Greek architecture; an open-air pavilion, an amphitheater, a circular arena- except that they all looked refurbished, their white marble columns sparkling in the sun. In a nearby sandpit, a dozen or so high school-age kids and satyrs played volleyball. Canoes glided across a small lake, kids in bright orange T-shirts were chasing each other around a cluster of cabins nestled in the woods. Some shot targets at an archery range, others rode horses down a wooded trail, and some of their horses had wings.

He was sure he'd begun to see it all, but he was sure he'd be proven wrong soon enough.

Glancing around at everything around him, he wasn't ignorant to the attention he was gathering. There something about everyone that he couldn't exactly pinpoint, but it by no means felt natural to him. It wasn't something he could conceive yet, but the opposite was for the campers around him.

He was human.

He wasn't special.

He didn't belong.

Rubbing his nape in thought, they grey-eyed boy closed his eyes. He had already been explained to that this camp was a place for demi-gods, but the problem lied in why he was still around.

"Ahem."

Turning to the clear call for attention, the grey-eyed boy turned to see someone with near identical irises. However, this girl's were much more bright, so there was a clear distinction of life between the two.

"Chiron has asked me to retrieve you. The boy you assisted has woke up."

The grey-eyed boy was somewhat familiar with her appearance. Tan skin, curly blonde hair like that of a princess. He was sure that she may have assisted in nursing him back to health, but the image he recalled was her staring deeply into his eyes with blunt skepticism.

Basically, just as she was now.

"Is he sure you're not a Demi-god..." She was slowly bringing up her hand to his face, so he just as slowly stopped her.

"We can go now." He muttered, making her retract her hand with haste and begin walking away flustered.

•

After being introduced to his ally from the nights before, a Percy Jackson, the two held a silent yet immense amount of respect for each other.

Percy seemed to have claimed the chipped half of the Minotaur horn, claiming his kill via the spoil of war and causing the two to receive even more attention than anticipated.

The two walked beside Chiron the Centaur, Director of what he had dubbed Camp Half-Blood. It was very obvious why it was named that...

The two were guided a long a tour, seeing the campers tend to certain tasks and duties, or simply enjoying their leisure and recreational activities.

The farm they saw nights prior had now been revealed to be a prosperous strawberry farm that stretched for what seemed like miles. Chiron explained that it was the cash cow of the camp and what paid for most of their resources.

Dionysus, or Mr. D as he'd like to be called, was the reason for such prosperity, since it seemed all variety of fruits seemed to excel in his presence.

The tour continued, with a majority of it passing rather quickly due to the silence from the grey-eyed boy.

The forest battlegrounds, armory, archery range, the canoeing lake, the stables, the javelin range, the amphitheater, and the small "gladiator" arena.

Lastly, was the mess hall, an outdoor pavilion framed by marble columns of Greek architecture and littered with stone picnic tables. There was a clear lack of a roof and walls, but who did that hurt.

Finally, they reached their destination: the cabins. Nestled in the woods by the lake, they were arranged in a U, with two at the base and five in a row on either side.

Except for the fact that each had a large brass number above the door, with odds on the left side, evens on the right; they looked absolutely nothing alike. Number nine had smokestacks like a tiny factory, number four had tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass. Seven seemed to be made of solid gold, which gleamed so much in the sunlight it was almost impossible to look at. They all faced a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dotted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple of basketball hoops.

Smack dab in the center was a large stone firepit. They spotted a young girl tending to the flames with a stick, but did not disturb her.

As they passed by the many cabins, there was a distinct leer the two caught from a girl in a camouflage jacket. She was sitting on the porch of Cabin Five, seemingly sharpening a blade.

Sparing her a single glance, the grey-eyed boy caught a glare in return.

Wondering what her deal could've been aside from his displacement at the camp, the grey-eyed boy returned his attention to reality to find he, Percy, and Chiron had arrived at Cabin Eleven.

"Annabeth, I have Masters' Archery class at noon. Could you?" Chiron felt no need to continue further.

"Yes, sir." The older girl nodded, looking up from her book.

"Cabin Eleven. Make yourself at home, Percy... and... um," Chiron realized that the ever stoic human had yet to introduce himself like anyone else had.

They all turned their attention to him, but he crossed his arms.

"I don't have one. Orphan."

"Well, that's no matter. I'm sure we'll come up with something for you in the meantime. Seek refuge here for now, child."

They all heard the shuffling of feet and saw that the campers of Cabin Eleven had all stood and bowed to Chiron with respect.

As he left, Percy and the boy turned to the cabin, and was only left to the plethora of skeptical, mischievous, and suspicious gazes of the campers.

Percy stepped inside the cabin first, nearly tripping over the doorway, but the grey-eyed boy caught him by the collar and kept him in stride.

"Percy Jackson... Human," Annabeth said reluctantly, "meet Cabin Eleven."

"Regular or Undetermined?" Someone asked, all their gazes shifting to Percy.

Percy looked to Annabeth and shrugged. "Undetermined." She answered, making many groan.

"Woah, woah, guys, that's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. We'll make room for you." A young adult, seemingly eighteen or nineteen walked through the crowd.

He was tall and muscular with short, cropped blonde hair, wearing a camp tank top and jean shorts. There was a leather necklace around him with five beads of varying colors. From his first impressions, he came off as a decent guy.

"This is Luke," Annabeth mumbled softly, bringing the two's attention back to her with blatant confusion at her expression. Seeing that she couldn't hide her blush, she glared at the two and nodded her head to Luke. "He's your counselor now."

"For now?" Percy wondered.

"You're undetermined. They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. We take all newcomers with open arms, naturally. Hermes, our Patron, is the God of Travelers."

Luke's explanation was clearly directly only at the new Demi-god. He didn't spare the grey-eyed boy a glance so far.

Seeing as this didn't involve him, he began leaving. Only Annabeth and Percy seemed to care, since Percy reached out weakly in confusion, and Annabeth seemed to follow after.

Before he could make it off the porch, Annabeth grabbed his collar with a scowl.

"Can you try to cooperate a bit longer? I'm sure they'll show hospitality." She sounded hopeful rather than confident.

"I'm not necessarily looking for it." The boy shrugged as he heard Percy walk up behind them.

"What's your deal anyway? How can you perceive all of this? How much do you understand?" Annabeth clearly didn't trust him completely, but Percy was quick to defend his ally.

"Woah, what's that supposed to mean? Isn't he-"

"He's not. He's not a Demi-god. The mist is supposed to tamper with the perception of humans to hide this world from them. It can't even be limited to the word rare that this boy could perceive the Minotaur as a regular human."

"Oh... well, what's wrong with that?" Percy wondered as they kept walking aimlessly.

"It's... We can't call it a problem unless it makes itself one. He holds no presence in the eyes of Monsters, so he's not hunted like we are. However..."

"I kill monsters." The grey-eyed boy butt in. "I've been able to see them for a year, and ended up killing this weird lion-bird thing."

"A Griffin..." Annabeth was nearly at a loss for words. He was twelve and had killed two rather significant beasts, as a human no less.

"I guess I understand. As a human there's only but so much he can take on before he endangers others?" Percy asked.

Before he could be answered, a familiar girl in a camouflage jacket roughly wrapped her arms around the two boys' necks.

"We've got a noobie and rat! Welcome, welcome!" She was taller than Annabeth and held more muscle, towering over the two by a whole head.

Behind her were three other girls from the same cabin in identical coats. All held mischievous grind and malicious glares.

"Clarisse." Annabeth sighed, leering at her with disappointment. "Why don't you go back to polishing your spear or something?"

"Sure, Princess, I'll make sure it's perfect for when I run it through you Friday night." Her rebuttal made Annabeth curse in Greek, making the grey-eyed boy raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"You don't stand a chance." Annabeth claimed.

"We'll pulverize you." Clarisse challenged.

"You're both pretty. Can we go now?" They all turned to the grey-eyed boy, who clearly looked fed up with being in a headlock.

A bit flustered at the claim despite the sarcasm, Clarisse shifted her hold to a simple hand on their shoulders.

"We've yet to get to know each other. Can't have that, now can we?"

•

Annabeth was standing drenched in water across from Percy who stood dry.

Being dragged away by her similarly doused cabin mates was Clarisse, who had just tried to give the meanest swirly to the two.

Speaking off, the grey-eyed boy looking at Percy with confusion at his side.

In his struggle not to acquaint himself with the sewer system, he had somehow called upon the plumbing itself to use the toilet water and blast Clarisse and her friends out of the bathroom with ease.

"How do you two feel about capture the flag?" Annabeth asked calmly despite the amount of toilet water that covered her as well.