I shouldn’t be writing another story because I have too much on my plate as it is but if I don’t write this, it will drive me nuts.  So if you like the story, REVIEW!  If you like the story but think something needs to be added, please feel free to give me constructive criticism, not destructive, or else I’ll pay no attention to it.  If you hate the story, simple: don’t read it and move along and don’t leave a review :) Not trying to sound harsh but still haha

Chapter Quote:

“If you see my dad on the highway to hell?  Kick his ass for me.”

~Luke Castellan

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Chapter 1: We Have A Surprise Guest

Shiloh

My mother always told me I had a knack for making friends with the strange people.  I had never really realized how right she was until the old enemy from the most recent war showed up in his old cabin.

Let me explain who I am first.  My name is Shiloh Carter.  I’m twenty years old and have been at Camp Half-Blood since I was ten.  For some reason, monsters discovered me at an early age, and I’d never known why up until a week ago after the gods had granted Percy a wish for saving the world and whatnot.  Percy had requested that the gods claim their children before they were thirteen.  You could imagine my surprise (along with everyone else’s) when a glowing green trident floated above my head.  Naturally, I jumped backwards from surprise and proceeded to trip over a rock.  Then Apollo claimed me as his granddaughter which would explain why I’m really good at archery and why I can sing (somewhat).

Percy seemed excited to have another sibling, insisting that I stay in the Poseidon cabin.  To be honest, it was nice having it just the two of us.  Tyson visited once in a while as well.  I loved the Cyclops, even if his snoring sounded like someone cutting down the Amazon rainforest.  He had made a dainty metal bracelet for me that when I twisted it, it turned into massive shield with sharp edges, so it could also be used as a weapon too.  Percy and I became close; we shared the same humor, the same somewhat rebellious personality, the same sarcastic comments.  The only difference was I tended to be a little more reserved.

I’d been walking to my cabin when I heard a frightened shout from inside the Hermes cabin.  At first I thought someone had just been pranked by Connor and Travis, but when I heard more and more gasps and surprised shouts, my curiosity got the better of me; I ran into the newly renovated cabin.  All the campers were facing one corner of the cabin.

“What’s going on?” I whispered to the person next to me.  When they didn’t respond, I rolled my eyes and pushed my way through the crowd.  I had expected a monster or a cocky god or a person pranked by the Stoll brothers.  I had not expected to find Luke Castellan cowering in a corner while a guy named Grey MacGregor pointed his sword at Luke’s throat.  Ignoring the fact that Luke had recently tried to kill us a week ago, I knelt down in front of him.

“What are you doing?” Grey hissed. “Get away from him.”

“I think if he was here to kill us, he would’ve done it already. Besides, he’s unarmed.  I’ll take him to Chiron.  He’ll know what to do,” I said.  Holding my hand out for him Luke to take, I told him, “Let me help you up.”

He stared up at me, his expression dubious and fearful, but after a few moments of deciding, he slowly took my hand.  I forgot how tall Luke was.  He had to be over six foot.  I’m one of the taller girls at camp and he still towered over me.

“I’m coming with you,” Grey said firmly, standing next to me.

“No.  Luke needs to get to Chiron in one piece.  You want to chop him up into little pieces.  I know that look, Grey,” I replied, smirking at him.  He gave me a sheepish glance.  I led Luke out of the Hermes cabin and headed to the Big House.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

“For what?” I queried, examining the faces of campers we passed.  Most appeared to be shocked or angry.

“For preventing them for killing me,” he answered. “What’s your name?”

“Shiloh Carter.”

“Who’s kid are you?”

“Daughter of Poseidon, granddaughter of Apollo.  You can imagine the Poseidon part went over real well here, having two kids of Poseidon at camp.  Scared the Hades out of most of the campers,” I laughed.

“I can imagine.”

“Shiloh!” Percy shouted from behind me.  I turned around and waved at my brother.  Luke tensed up but didn’t turn around.

“Annabeth and I are gathering a group of people to play volleyball.  Want to join?  Bring your friend too!”

“Don’t tell him it’s me, please,” Luke begged.  I nodded.

“Thanks, but I have to take care of some things!” I hollered back to Percy.  Unfortunately, while my brother accepted the fact, Annabeth registered another.  She realized who I was with.

“Incoming,” I whispered to Luke.  He had only barely turned around when Annabeth barreled into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him like there was no tomorrow.  Luke froze at the contact, unable to believe his best friend was greeting him the way she was.  Percy reached us about the time Annabeth let go of Luke.  Percy’s eyes went wide.

“Luke?” Percy asked in shock.

“Hello, Percy,” Luke responded.  This Luke acted completely different from the one who had come to camp when he was fifteen years old.  Back then, he’d been outgoing, cheerful, and laughing.  Now, he cowered at the sight of anyone from camp, he hung his head, and he didn’t smile.

“What are you doing here?  How are you here?”

“I’m, um, heading to the Big House.  If you two come, I’ll explain it there,” Luke informed softly.   Percy and Annabeth could only nod, unable to say anything.

Getting the feeling I was now a mere intruder on the scene, I slowly started to back away, attempting to blend in with nature which never works out well for me because I have blonde hair that sticks out way too much for my liking.  It’s like a giraffe trying to blend in with zebras.  It’s going to be seen.

“Shiloh?  Where are you going?” Luke queried, his blues innocently questioning me.

“I, uh, thought you just wanted them to come, and I was going to leave y’all be…” I admitted.

“No, you should come to.  I think you deserve to seeing as how you prevented my cab- I mean the Hermes cabin from shish-kebabbing me.  I owe you,” Luke remarked.  I gave in.  He needed another camper besides Percy and Annabeth to help him adjust to being back at Camp Half-Blood.  The four of us walked to the Big House in silence.  Annabeth had taken a hold of Luke’s hand, as if to make sure he just didn’t disappear.  I looked over at Percy to make sure he didn’t mind.  After all, he and Annabeth had just gotten together, and he still sort of thought she had feelings for Luke even after all this time.  He seemed cautious but okay with it nonetheless.

When we entered the Big House, Chiron and Mr. D were discussing what materials were needed to help rebuild all the cabins and build the new ones.

“Chiron?  We have a surprise guest to our camp,” I announced, not even bothering to wait for them to stop talking.

“We are in the middle of a conversation Sharona Castellan.  Can you not see that?” Mr. D demanded, not even looking over.

“That’s awkward considering the last name you just used belongs to our surprise guest,” I said.  The two immortals snapped their heads in our direction.

“What the-” Dionysus began.

“Mr. Castellan,” Chiron breathed.

“Chiron, Dionysus,” Luke said, getting down on one knee and bowing his head to them.

“Stand up, my boy,” Chiron ordered kindly, noticing Luke’s personality was not the one he had previously been accustomed to. “What are you doing here?”

Luke shifted on his feet uncomfortably. “It’s my punishment, sir… and also my chance at life again.”

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So how did Luke come back?  What’s his punishment?  Please review! :)