My eyes shot open and I looked around frantically. My surroundings seemed strange to me, the walls were a bright white, or as Chelsea would call eggshell, and there were beds with white sheets sitting on top. I looked below and saw that I was in a bed. Could I possibly be in the hospital? No. The hospitals far from here. At least I think so.

I heard a snicker. I tensed at the sound, I actually thought I was alone. I looked beside me to see a boy snickering at me.

"Where am I?"

The boy stopped snickering and started to laugh. He laughed hard.

"What's so funny?"

The boy shook his head and held back another laugh."Sorry I've just heard that way too many times. And I heard a joke about that earlier." He shook his head again. "Oh and by the way, you drool when you sleep."

"No I don't." I shook my head.

He nodded. "Yes you do. I'll prove it." He pulled out a bucket filled with my so called "drool".

I raised an eyebrow. "You just filled that with a hose."

He pouted like a little kid. "Aww you just ruined the joke."

"Who are you anyways?" I asked.

He tapped his chin. "I don't think I should tell you that."

"Why not?"

"Considering the fact that your little friend, what's his name?" He said. "Oh right, Noah absolutely hates my guts. And I would be doing him a favour by staying away from you."

"What ever happened between you two?" I asked. "Oh wait, don't tell me, does this happen to consider any pranking?"

The boy paled. "It's a long and tragic story, now stop asking questions." He growled.

I rolled my eyes. "Wait a second." I sat straight. "If you both hate each other, then why would he actually tell you?"

The boy paused. "He threatened me that if I told you anything or got close to you, like a friend, than he would play Beethoven on his reed pipes."

"What?"

"Trust me, if you liked the original, than your ears would bleed when you hear Noah play it."

"My vision's a bit blurry." I said out of the blue.

The boy jumped. "Where's that stupid nectar..." He started rummaging through a nearby drawer. He pulled out a water bottle filled with a liquid that looked similar to caramel. "Here this will help." He put the drink in front of me and put in a little straw.

I slowly took a sip and I couldn't believe what I just took. This stuff tasted like homemade chocolate chip cookies. Just like my mom used to make...

I yawned and looked at where I thought the boy was standing. "Is this stuff supposed to make you drowsy?"

"Yeah, I think so." The boy answered.

"That's not very reassuring."

"It is to me."

I slowly closed my eyes and just lay on my bed.

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My eyes fluttered open and I yawned. Instead of sitting in the bed that I was in earlier, I was sitting on a chair over looking a beautiful valley. I looked behind me, and saw I was sitting on a porch in front of the exact same house that Chelsea took me to the night before... Wait a second. This was the house? It was a tall building and it towered over me. It looked like it was three stories tall, and there seemed to be a attic. Before in the dark, I thought it was at least two stories.

A figure was standing in front of me, frowning and rubbing his eyes.

"Noah?"

He looked at me and smiled. "Hey bud, how's the leg doing?" He asked.

I looked at my right leg and saw that it was covered with bandages with dry blood sticking to it. I sighed. "Better," I replied.

His smile faded. "It was all my fault," he said. "I shouldn't have laid around and watched you get hurt. What kind of a friend am I?"

I shook my head. "It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have left you at the bus station or else all of this wouldn't have happened. I'm sorry." My eyes widened in realization. "Wait a minute, where's Chelsea?"

"She's fine," Noah said. "Just a little traumatized by watching you lay unconscious on the front porch."

I took in my surroundings. "Noah, who was that guy who was talking to me when I was in a bed?"

"We'll see him later on," he said. "Besides, there's someone that wants to see you."

He carefully helped me up and I was able to walk along beside him. He took me to a picnic table where two men were playing a game that looked a lot like poker, except there wasn't any money on the table. The first man I recognized right away.

"Mr. Brunner?"

He looked up at me and smiled. "Please excuse me Jamie, but I would much rather be called Chiron rather than Mr. Brunner. I believe the latter least suits me."

The other man was completely different and I didn't recognize him right away. He was plump, with messy black hair and a beard. He wore a neon Hawaiian tiger jumpsuit that made him look like one of those before pictures on those body builders magazines.

The tiger man turned toward me and raised an eyebrow. "Half-blood, eh? I can feel a bit of an aura around her, so- dare I say it- you did good for once Noah."

Noah did what looked like a bow except his goat hooves made him stumble, but he quickly got up and ran away. Wait, goat hooves? Does that mean everything last night really did happen?

"Well," said Mr. Brun- I mean Chiron. "Mr. D, would you care to introduce yourself and ask her who she is?"

The tiger man looked at him plainly before turning back to me. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood where we put the half in blood. My name is Mr. D, I'm the Camp director, and this is my vice director Chiron, blah blah blah, we are not responsible for any injuries or deaths. Who might you be?"

I looked at him carefully before saying, "Jamie Hamilton."

He groaned. "Unless she happens to be a daughter of Demeter, I will gladly except her for being an amazing harvester. Now, Sylvester owes me five drachmas for saying that speech." Chiron did a fake cough. "Julie Hilton, I will leave you with Chiron until I can run a few errands." He touched the table and suddenly a chalet filled with a red liquid appeared out of thin air.

"Mr. D, your limits." Chiron stated before stroking his beard.

"Old habits," Mr. D said before waving his hand and the chalet turned into a can of diet Coke. "It's a shame father sent me down here after a slight mistake. Now I'm stuck here with a bunch of brats for another 50 years."

"Your Dionysus," I said. "The God of wine."

"Di immortals Chiron," Dionysus said. "I thought you taught this kid the basics. Yes I am Dionysus. Did you happen to think I was Cinderella, perhaps?"

I shook my head. "Sorry, sir."

"Dionysus here has made a small mistake," said Chiron. "He took a fancy to a wood nymph."

"It wasn't my fault," said Mr. D. "You know what happens when the wine is flowing. It just makes me feel, y'know."

"Yes, I know," said Chiron. "Now Jamie, I'll just give you a little tour around camp before leaving to go back to the game." Chiron started to try to get up from his wheelchair. I knew that he couldn't get out of it, I mean really. That was clearly something that he couldn't do. Right? Two hooves sprung out from where his original legs were and then a long body began to squeeze itself out of the wheelchair. Finally, after the long body had came out, two other hooves came out along with a bushy tail, like a horse.

Chiron wasn't completely full horse, where the horse's head should have been was the upper half of Chiron's body from the waist up. From the waist down he was a sleek white stallion.

I stared at him before following him down the large hill.

We walked past tons of weird things like a bunch of kids wearing armour playing basketball, a climbing wall with lava flowing down the top, a bunch of horses with wings, and a large stadium where kids were fighting each other with weapons that you would see in a movie.

Chiron pointed a finger at a boy with curly brown hair, upturned eyebrows, a mischievous smile, and a orange t-shirt that read, Camp Half Blood. He was taller than I was, but was obviously around my age. His light blue eyes darted towards Chiron and he grinned. "Hey there cap. What's up?"

Chiron smiled. "Hello Shane. Could you please bring Jamie to the Hermes cabin? Oh, and please don't do any pranks."

The boy called Shane nodded. "Right away, sir." Shane looked at me. "C'mon little one, you gotta come with me."

"Shut up."

Shane pouted. "I thought we were friends. Don't you remember me? The bucket thing? The weird conversation we had?"

"So you're that dude with the bucket prank? What are the odds? What did Chiron mean by no pranks?"

"Son of Hermes," he replied. "God of Travellers, Misfits, Merchants, and pretty much anyone who comes across the lands. He isn't very picky about who he chooses either, which is why we keep all of the new half bloods in the Hermes cabin. It's where most of the disclaimed kids are kept until further notice. Some of these kids aren't even claimed by their parents at all, we think it's because their not known by their own parents or the parent is just too busy to even bother." He rubbed his hands together. "When I first came here I was around 8 years old, and so did a couple other half bloods. I think you'll meet one of them when we're in the arena with the Apollo cabin. Enough talk, let's get to the Hermes cabin before anyone spots us wandering around."

"So you're saying that if I'm here, than that means I'm a half blood?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yep."

"Who's my godly parent?"

He chuckled. "No one knows yet."

"Oh. One more question, was that the actual Chiron from the myths?"

He smiled slightly. "They're not just myths, they're stories that have actually happened. Only a few of them are fake, made up by the mortals. And yes, that was the actual Chiron from the so called "myths". He runs this camp with Mr. D, but don't call him Dionysus or you'll be getting a little unwanted surprise. Some people can be really stupid, but don't worry. I can help you learn what's stupid and what's not." He laughed at his own words before stopping short.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Shane sighed. "Drake is coming."

"Who's Drake?"

Before he could answer, a large and buff boy came walking towards us. He wore a dark camouflage vest with another CHB orange t-shirt. He had baggy jeans with holes in them, and I could have sworn I saw some of his boxers peeking out from the top of his pants.

"Hey Joker, who's the newbie?" The boy chuckled obnoxiously.

"Go away, Drake. No one wants to see that pig face of yours," Shane growled.

"Woah, look who's talking here," Drake stuck out his tongue. "Oh look at me, I'm Shane. I go around and try to fake puke prank everyone in this dang camp. I have a crush on a Hephaestus girl who's face could be mistaken for a cow's butt."

"Leave him alone!" I yelled. I suddenly got that horrible feeling in my stomach that I was going to regret doing that.

Drake laughed. "Looks like someone has a little bit of backbone. Well silly me, I forgot my manners. My name is Drake, son of Ares. Let me be the first to say hello. And to give you a little toast. The drinks on me." He grinned as he hauled me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Drake ran with me to somewhere where I would never go to get a drink. Go on, guess where he took me.

If you guessed the bathroom, than you guessed right. Congratulations, now you know what I'm about to deal with.

He brought me inside of a stall and kicked the toilet seat open. He hung me upside down and I could see my dark hair kiss the ground. Then I was lifted up higher so I could see the water inside the toilet.

"Let go of me you idiot!" I yelled. I screamed and kicked, but Drake seemed as stiff as stone. I screamed again, letting out all of my anger. But then I felt Drake's grasp on me weaken as I slipped onto the ground. I spun around and got onto my feet and saw Drake lying on the floor, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

His head went up and he looked at me. "I will kill you," he said before he rested his head on the floor again.

I looked to my side and saw Shane leaning on the doorway smirking.

I walked over to him and raised an eyebrow. "What are you thinking?" I asked suspiciously.

"I'm thinking I want you on my team for capture the flag."

A/n Guys, I am so sorry for the long wait. I've been trying to update all of my books as much as possible, and I couldn't think of what exactly to write.

But on the bright side, we've got a new guy on our team if you know what I mean ;) Shane is just another character who I absolutely love and will hug until his face turns blue.

So, pretty sure a couple people will know about capture the flag. And let me tell you, it's not like any capture the flag you have ever seen or played. This will be fun...

Remember to stay awesome and don't be shy! Comment about any questions that you have right here, and I will do my best to answer them. Well then, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I will see you in the next one!

Bu-Bye!

-TheBluePearl2