Walking into the Hermes cabin was like walking into a bathroom full of girls. In the sense that it was absolute chaos. There were campers everywhere. They were on the floor, sitting on bunks, not to mention the sleeping bags filled with items just lying on the floor!

       It was a mess, really. Ivy resisted the urge to cover her ears as soon as she entered. The chaos was too much for her. She could barely handle herself being messy in her own cabin, she couldn't imagine having to stay in this.

      Putting all that aside, she was looking for someone amidst the chaos of the cabin. It was the last person she wanted to see, none other than Luke Castellan, the Hermes cabins own senior counselor.

       Unfortunately, he was no where to be found, so she settled with asking his half-brother, and one of her closest friends, Connor Stoll.

       "Hey! Connor!" she had to raise her voice due to the overall noise of the cabin, but also because the son of Hermes could never hear anything.

       "Wha- oh! Hi Ivy!"

       She giggled slightly. "Hey, where's Luke?"

       "Oh I'm great Ivy, thank you so much for asking! How are you today," Connor said sarcastically.

       "Very funny," she deadpanned. "Can you please just tell me where he is."

       "Why do you wan't to know?"

       "I need to talk to him about something."

       "You're not, like, going to kill him or something right?" Connor asked, slightly worried but mainly amused.

       Ivy took a deep breath before responding. "No, but I might kill you if you don't tell me where he is."

       Connor scanned the cabin, looking for a sign of his older brother. "Well, I don't see him, but I think if you just wander around the cabin you should be able to find him."

       "Great, thanks."

       He nodded and sent her a small smile, which she gladly returned.

       She trudged through the cabin, careful not to step on anybody's stuff. She eventually found Luke, talking to a younger camper.

       "Luke."

       He turned around, glaring at her. "Ivy, what do you want?"

       She glared right back at him. "I came to tell you that you've got a new camper incoming. Chiron's giving him a tour right now."

       "The one that killed the minotaur?"

       "Yup." Ivy said, popping the p. "Also, can you try to get your cabin to be nice to him? The poor guy lost his mom a few days ago. The last thing he needs is a whole gang of kids picking on him."

       "I'll try, but I can't promise anything."

       "Okay," she said, sending Luke one last wary look before turning around to leave.

       Ivy and Luke had never really gotten along. Since day one, Luke had always given her some strange vibes, and his pride really irked her. Ivy did consider that she might've been the problem, but she eventually decided against that fact. I mean, what kind of sixteen year old has beef with a nine year old!  The only reason why they remained 'civil' with one another was because of Annabeth.

       She walked out of the Hermes cabin and joined said girl, who was sitting on the porch.

       "Remind me to never enter that cabin again," she sighed, exasperated.

       "And that is why I sent you in there," Annabeth giggled.

       "No, you sent me in there because you were to nervous to see Luke," Ivy teased, well aware of the girls crush.

       "Shut up!" Annabeth blushed.

       The two girls fell into a comfortable silence, with Annabeth reading a book in ancient greek, and Ivy playing a game of solitaire. The cards were a gift from her stepmom.

       After what felt like ages, Chiron and Percy finally showed up at the cabin porch. She immediately stood up to welcome Percy and the centaur.

       "Annabeth, Ivy," Chiron said, "I have masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy from here?"

       "Sure, Chiron," Ivy responded, trying to sound as cheery as possible.

       "Cabin eleven," Chiron told Percy, gesturing towards the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

       Ivy watched as Percy seemed to take it all in. His eyes widened with surprise, probably at how many people were in the cabin. The moment all the campers saw Chiron, they bowed respectfully.

       "Well, then," Chiron said. "Good luck, Percy. I'll see you at dinner"

       With that, he galloped away towards the archery range. Ivy turned back to the doorway, seeing all the eyes on Percy. Sizing him up, it seemed.

       "Well?" Annabeth prompted. Ivy could tell by the tone of her voice that she was annoyed. "Go on."

       Percy tripped the second he entered the cabin. There were snickers from almost everyone in the cabin, but no one said anything.

       Annabeth announced, "Percy Jackson, meet cabin eleven."

       "Regular or undetermined?" asked Travis Stoll.

       Percy clearly didn't know what to say, so Ivy responded for him, "Undetermined."

       Everybody groaned. Ivy was about to say something in his defense when Luke came forward, "Now, now campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there."

       Way to make someone feel welcomed.

       "This is Luke," Annabeth said. Ivy looked at her and rolled her eyes. She was blushing so hard she could be mistaken for a tomato. Then she saw Percy looking at her and her expression hardened. Ivy fought a laugh. She found it funny how much Annabeth disliked this guy.  "He's your counselor for now."

       "For now?" Percy asked.

       "Your undetermined," Ivy explained patiently. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors"

       "Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers." Luke continued Ivy's explanation.

       Percy looked at the tiny section of the floor they'd given him, then looked at all the campers. "How long will I be here?"

       "Good question," Luke said. "Until you're determined."

       "How long will that take?"

       The campers all laughed.

       "Come on," Annabeth told him. "I'll show you the volleyball court."

       "I've already seen it." Percy snapped back.

       "Come on." the tone of her voice made it clear she didn't care if Percy had already seen it. "Ivy, let's go."

       Annabeth grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside, with Ivy following right behind them. She could hear the kids in cabin eleven laughing behind them.

       When they were a few feet away, Annabeth said, "Jackson, you have to do better than that."

       "What?"

       Annabeth rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath, "I can't belive i thought you were the one."

       "What's your problem?" Ivy could tell both of them were getting irritated with each other. "All I know is that I kill some bull guy-"

       "Don't talk like that!" Annabeth scolded him. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

       "To get killed?"

       "To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?"

       Percy shook his head. "Look, if the thing I really fought was the Minotaur, the same one in the stories..."

       "Yes."

       "Then there's only one."

       "Yes."

       "And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So..."

       Annabeth rolled her eyes. Ivy couldn't blame her. The girl was known to not have much patience with others. Ivy continued her explanation, for the sake of all parties involved. "Monsters don't die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don't die."

       "Oh, thanks. That clears it up."

       Ivy sighed. "They don't have souls like you and I. You can dispel them for a while, maybe even for a whole lifetime if you're really lucky. But they're primal forces. Chiron calls them archetypes. Eventually, they reform."

       "You mean if I killed one, accidentally, with a sword-"

       "The Fur... I mean, your math teacher," Annabeth, who had finally calmed herself down, interrupted. "That's right. She's still out there. You just made her very, very mad."

       "How did you know about Mrs. Dodds?"

       "You talk in your sleep."

       "You also drool," Ivy couldn't help but add. It did not have the intended effect, however. The other two stared at her blankly.

       Percy blinked, then went on his rampage of questions again. "You almost called her something. A Fury? They're Hades' torturers right?"

       Annabeth looked up the sky nervously, hoping and praying that Zeus wouldn't strike her or her friend down. And Percy too.

       "Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering?" He sounded whiny. Ivy felt pity for him, remembering her first few days at camp when she was so confused as to what was going on and why people were saying that LeeAnne wasn't her real mother.

        "Why do I have to stay in cabin eleven anyway? Why is everyone so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks over there."

        He pointed to the first two cabins, and Annabeth visibly paled. "You don't just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or... your parent."

       The duo stared at him, waiting for him to understand.

       "My mom is Sally Jackson," Percy said. "She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to."

       "I'm sorry about your mom, Percy, I really am," Ivy said. "But that's not what Annabeth means. She's talking about your other parent. Your dad."

       "He's dead. I never knew him."

       Annabeth sighed. Ivy knew she'd had this conversation with many campers. And it wasn't one that she enjoyed. "Your father's not dead, Percy"

       "How can you say that? You know him?"

       "No, of course not."

       "Then how can you say-"

       "Because I know you. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us." She vaguely gestured to herself and Ivy.

        "You guys don't know anything about me."

       Ivy raised an eyebrow. "I bet you moved around from school to school, probably kicked out of alot of them."

       "How-"

       "Probably diagnosed with dyslexia and ADHD as well." Annabeth concluded.

       Percy swallowed, clearly embarrassed. "What does that have to do with anything?"

       Annabeth continued to explain. "Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That's because your brain is hard wired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD- you're impulsive, you can't sit still in the classroom. That's your battlefield reflexes. In a real fight, they'd keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that's because you see too much, not too little. Your senses are better then a regular mortal's. Of course the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters that don't want you to see them for who they really are."

       "You sound like... you went through the same thing?"

       "Most of the kids here did." Ivy pointed out. "If you weren't like us, you couldn't have survived the Minotaur, much less the ambrosia and nectar."

       "Ambrosia and nectar?"

       "The food and drink I was feeding you to make you feel better. That stuff would've killed a normal kid. It would've turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand. You'd be dead. Sorry to say it, but your a half-blood."

       Percy looked as if he'd just had an extreme episode of vertigo. Ivy felt for him, his mom had just died and now he was being told that his dad was a deadbeat God and that he was half mortal half god. Talk about a confusing start. Percy opened his mouth, probably to ask a question, when a husky voice yelled, "Well! A newbie!"

       "Oh good Gods," Ivy sighed, not even having to turn around to know who was speaking.

       "Uh, who is that?" Percy asked

       Annabeth sighed. "Clarisse, Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"

        "Sure, Miss Princess," Clarisse said. "So I can run you through with it Friday night."

       "Erre es korakas!" Annabeth said, which, for the record, is way worse than it sounds. "You don't stand a chance."

       "We'll pulverize you," Clarisse said, she sounded confident, but by the way her eye twitched, Ivy didn't think she could follow through on the threat. Clarisse turned towards Percy. "Who's this little runt?"

       "Percy Jackson," Ivy said tiredly. "Meet Clarisse, Daughter of Ares."

       Percy blinked. "Like the war god?

       Clarisse sneered. "You got a problem with that?"

       Percy looked unimpressed by her."No," he sassed. "It explains the bad smell though."

       Clarisse growled, and Ivy gave her a look of judgement "We've got an initiation ceremony for newbies, Prissy"

       "Percy."

       "Whatever. Come on, I'll show you."

       "Clarisse-" Ivy tried to defend him

       Clarisse ignored her, making a straight beeline for Percy. Clarisse might always be itching for a fight, but she knew better than to put her hands on Ivy. Percy gave her his Minotaur horn. He looked ready to fight Clarisse, but then she grabbed him by his neck, dragging him towards the bathroom.

       Percy was kicking and punching, which, no offense, looked extremely funny. But it was no use because Clarisse had hands like iron. She dragged him inside with Annabeth and Ivy following closely behind. Clarisse's friends were all laughing at the predicament that he was in.

       "Like he's 'Big Three' material," Clarisse said as she pushed Percy towards one of the toilets. "Yeah, right. Minotaur probably fell over laughing, he was so stupid looking."

       Annabeth was watching the scene unfold through her fingers, Ivy watched with a wide eyed gaze. Clarisse bent Percy over on his knees and Ivy actually gagged for him.

       That's when she heard the pipes rumble. Her eyebrow furrowed in confusion as she looked at Annabeth, who wore a similar expression. Then, the toilet water exploded. Clarisse was pushed by an arc of water. Percy turned around just as another toilet exploded hitting Clarisse right in the face.

       Normally, that would've been a funny sight, but it wasn't when even more toilets and even the showers exploded, leaving Ivy and Annabeth drenched in water. Ivy looked out of the door to see Clarisse and her little minions sprawled on the grass, also covered in water.

       When Ivy turned back to Percy she noticed that he  was the only one dry. Her jaw dropped. He didn't have a single drop of water on him, and there was a circle of dryness around him. What the fuck?

       She probably should've been mad at him, like Annabeth was, but instead she was curious

       He stood up shakily. Ivy and Annabeth stood there, completely frozen, either from the literal cold of the water or from the shock of the fact that Percy destroyed the plumbing. She could practically hear Mr. D complaining already.

       "How did you..." Annabeth said

       "I.. I don't know."

       They walked to the door. Outside, Clarisse and her siblings were still in the same position Ivy had last seen them in, except Clarisse looked less shocked and more like 'i'm going to kill you slowly and painfully' . "You are dead, new boy. You are absolutely fucking dead."

       "You want to gargle with toilet water again, Clarisse? Close your mouth."

       Ivy snorted as Clarisse's friends had to hold her back. She looked at Percy, a sinking feeling in her gut. She figured that maybe he was just a super powerful child of some minor river god or maybe a toilet god, but now that she'd seen what he'd been able to do, she had a feeling that his dad was a certain sea god.

       "What?" he demanded. "What are you thinking?"

       "I'm thinking," she said, a smile creeping its way onto her face. "that you might be a good asset in capture the flag."

LIA SPEAKS
Hello hello icy nation!!

This one kinda has some icy crumbs in it and I personally like this chapter so I hope this was good!