Evangeline had heard about the boy who killed the minotaur, she was informed about him by Annabeth. She was a little curious to see who had been strong enough to kill the Minotaur. To her disappointment, it was just some kid.

He looked familiar, like she'd seen him somewhere before, but her mind couldn't remember where she'd seen him.

"So you're sure that he's the key to you getting a quest?" Evangeline asked.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." Annabeth replied, her voice filled with certainty

"I just don't think you should get your hopes up," the brunette told her.

"I won't ok, but he is the one trust me." The blonde explained.

Evangeline raised her eyebrows.  "He's drooling all over the pillow."

Percy blinked harshly. Annabeth scraped off some of the pudding from his chin with the spoon.

"Annabeth," Evangeline told the blonde "His eyes are open."

Once the blonde noticed his eyes were indeed open, she began asking him questions. "What will happen at the summer solstice?"

He managed to croak. "What?"

The blonde looked around, as if afraid someone would overhear their conversation. "What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!"

"I'm sorry," Percy mumbled. "I don't..."

Somebody knocked on the door, and the girl quickly filled his mouth with pudding.

"So how long before the kid wakes up?" Evangeline broke the silence between Chiron, Mr D, and Annabeth.

"We must be patient," Chiron said warmly.

"I have things to do," The brunette crossed her arms.

"Like what?" Annabeth raised a brow.

"Like taking a nap, it's hard work."

The daughter of Athena scoffed and shook her head. Evangeline looked at the Camp around them. They were on the north shore of Long Island, with the valley camp built on marching all the way up to Long Island Sound, which glittered for about a mile in the distance.

The landscape was dotted with buildings that were built to replicate ancient Greek architecture- an open-air pavilion, an amphitheater, a circular arena but instead of having that worn down look over in Greece, all of the buildings here were pristine, their white marble columns sparkling in the sun.

In a nearby sandpit, a dozen campers and satyrs played volleyball. Canoes glided across a small lake. Kids in bright orange Camp 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 flew overhead with pegasus.

At the card table on the porch, Chiron and Mr. D were in the middle of a game of pinochle.

Chiron currently sat in a motorized wheelchair, hiding his lower horse half. He had thinning brown hair and a scruffy beard. And he had on his favorite coffee-scented, frayed tweed jacket.

"Mr. Brunner!" a voice cried out, breaking the silence.

Evangeline turned her head slightly and found Percy Jackson limping his way toward them, Grover trailing behind. Percy still looked sickly, but not nearly as bad as before.

Chiron smiled at the boy. His eyes were mischievous as they were framed by smile wrinkles.

"Ah, good, Percy," he said. "Now we have four for pinochle."

He offered Percy a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at him with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now don't expect me to be glad to see you."

"Uh, thanks." Percy scooted his chair away from the god.

"Annabeth? Evangeline?" Chiron called to them.

Annabeth stepped forward, and when the brunette didn't, she elbowed her in the side. Evangeline rolled her eyes as she stepped forward. "These young ladies nursed you back to health, Percy. Annabeth, Evangeline, why don't you go check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in Cabin Eleven for now."

"Sure, Chiron," Annabeth said.

Evangeline glanced at the Minotaur in his hands and then back at him. Percy imagined she was going to praise him for his accomplishment. Instead, she said, "You drool when you sleep."

Then she turned and walked down the lawn, her dark brown hair flying behind her as she walked off into the distance. With the blonde laughing by her side.

A few minutes later, the blonde and the brunette stood at the steps of Cabin Eleven was the most cabin-esque of all the twelve cabins. It had peeling brown paint, and some of the wood boards rotting from age. Over the door, a caduceus was nailed to the wall. A golden 11 was crooked above the caduceus.

"If I'm being honest, he doesn't look like much." Evangeline shrugged.

"You didn't look like much and you ended up being a forbidden kid, don't judge a book by its cover." Annabeth shot her a look.

"You can't judge a book if you're dyslexic," The daughter of Hades said.

"You can if it's in Ancient Greek," Annabeth smirked.

All of a sudden Annabeth's face dropped and Evangeline turned her head to see Chiron and Percy making their way towards them. "Girls," Chiron said, stopping beside Cabin Eleven since he was too big to fit in the doorway.  "I have a masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy from here?"

Annabeth answered for both of them as she gave out a, yes sir.

"Cabin eleven," The centaur gestured towards the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Inside it was packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags were spread all over the floor. Chiron didn't go in, the door was too low for him. But when the campers saw him they all stood and bowed respectfully.

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

He galloped away towards the archery range.

Percy stood in the doorway, looking at the kids. They weren't bowing anymore. They were sizing him up. They wanted to see if he would be an easy target. "Go on," Evangeline tilted her head towards the campers.

He took a step and tripped. There were some snickers from the campers, but none of them said anything.

"Percy Jackson, meet Cabin Eleven," Annabeth spoke.

"Regular or undetermined?" Conner Stoll a son of Hermes asked.

Evangeline sighed.  "Undetermined." Everybody groaned. A guy who was a little older than the rest 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."

The guy was about nineteen. He was tall and muscular, with short-cropped sandy hair and a friendly smile. He wore an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals and a leather necklace with five different-coloured clay beads. The only thing unsettling about his appearance was a thick white scar that ran from just beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash.

"This is Luke," Annabeth spoke, her voice sounding different somehow. Evangeline had a knowing look on her face as she looked between Annabeth and Luke. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?"

"You're undetermined," Luke explained patiently. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all the newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

Percy looked at the tiny section of the floor they'd given him and then proceeded to look around at the camper's faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing him as if they were waiting for a chance to pick his pockets.

"How long will I be here?" He asked.

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

"How long will it take?" The campers all laughed.

"Come on," Annabeth said. "We'll show you the volleyball court."

"I've already seen it."

"Let's go see it again," Annabeth grabbed onto his arm and dragged him outside, Evangeline stayed back and talked to Conner. "Evangeline!" Annabeth called, the brunette rolled her eyes and followed them out. They could still hear the kids of cabin eleven laughing behind them.

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

"What?"

Evangeline gave the blonde a look. "Are you sure it's him?"

"What's your problem?" Percy blurted. "All I know is, I killed some bull guy-"

"Don't talk like that." Evangeline rubbed her temple.

"You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?" Annabeth added.

"To get killed?"

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

He shook his head. "Look, if the thing I fought was actually the Minotaur, the same one from the stories..."

"Yes."

"Then there's only one."

"Yes."

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

"Monsters don't die, Percy. They go away for a while but they don't die." Evangeline explained.

"Oh thanks, that clears it up."

"They don't have souls, like you and me. You can dispel them for a while, maybe even for a whole lifetime if you're lucky. But they are primal forces. Chiron calls them archetypes. Eventually, they re-form." Annabeth elaborated.

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

"The Fu... I mean, your math teacher. That's right. She's still out there, you just made her very, very mad."

"How do you know about Mrs Dodds?"

"You talk in your sleep," Evangeline said.

"You almost called her something. A fury? They're Hades's tortures, right?"

Evangeline looked away as Annabeth glanced at her nervously and then at the ground. "You shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them Kindly Ones if we have to speak of them at all."

"Look, there is anything we can say without it thundering?" Percy demanded, sounding whiny. "Why do I have to stay in Cabin Eleven, anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there."

He pointed towards the first few cabins, and Annabeth turned pale. "You don't choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or... your parent."

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

"I'm sorry about your mom, Percy. But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parent. Your dad."

"He's dead. I never knew him."

Evangeline sighed. "Your father's not dead, Percy."

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

"How would I know your dad?"

"Then how can you say-"

The brunette shot him a glare to shut him up."Because you wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us."

"You don't know anything about me."

"No?" She raised a brow. "I bet you moved from school to school. You were probably kicked out of most of them."

Percy flushed. "How—"

"Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD, too."

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

Annabeth took over. "Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That's because your mind is hardwired for Ancient Greek. And the ADHD-you're impulsive, 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, Percy, not too little. Your senses are better than a regular mortal's. Of course, the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don't want you seeing them for what they are."

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

"Most of the kids here did," Evangeline said. "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 we were giving you to make you better," she continued. "It would've killed a normal kid. It would've turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand and you'd be dead. You're a half-blood, Minotaur boy."

A husky voice yelled, "Well! A newbie!"

Evangeline rubbed her temple as she turned away grumbling. "Not this,"

Percy looked over. The big girl from the ugly red cabin was sauntering toward them. She had three other girls behind her, big and ugly and mean-looking like her, all wearing camo jackets.

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

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

"Errete es korakas," Annabeth said. "You don't stand a chance."

"We'll pulverize you," Clarisse said, but her eye twitched. She turned towards Percy. "Who's this little runt?"

"Percy Jackson,"  Annabeth said "Meet Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares."

He blinked. "Like... the war god?"

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

"No," he said, recovering his wits. "It explains the bad smell."

Clarisse growled. "We got an initiation ceremony for newbies, Prissy."

"Percy."

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

"Clarisse-" Annabeth tried to say.

"Stay out of it, wise girl." Her glare was directed to Evangeline. "You too, corpse girl," Evangeline nodded tiredly.

Percy handed Annabeth his Minotaur horn and got ready to fight, but before he knew it, Clarisse had him by the neck and was dragging him towards a cinder-black building that he knew immediately as the bathroom.

He was kicking and punching, but Clarisse had hands like iron. She dragged him into the girls' bathroom. There was a line of toilets on one side and a line of shower stalls down the other. Clarisse's friends were all laughing, and he was trying to find the strength he used to fight the Minotaur, but it was nowhere to be found.

Evangeline stayed outside, she rubbed her eyes as the loss of sleep was catching up to her. Suddenly she heard rumbling, then more noises, and finally Clarisse and her sisters were pushed out dripping wet with toilet water. Evangeline grimaced as she looked them up and down.

The brunette made her way back into the bathroom and saw Percy sitting in the only dry spot in the bathroom Annabeth wasn't spared she was dripping wet as she was soaked from head to toe with toilet water.

"How did you ..." Annabeth asked

"I don't know."

They walked to the door. Outside, Clarisse and her friends were sprawled in the mud, and a bunch of other campers had gathered around to gawk. Clarisse's hair was flattened across her face. Her camouflage jacket was soaking wet and she smelled like sewage. She gave Percy a look of absolute hatred. "You are dead, new boy. You're totally dead!"

"You want to gargle with toilet water again, Clarisse?" Percy sneered at her. "Close your mouth, then."

The daughter of Ares's sisters had to hold her back. They dragged her towards Cabin Five, while the other campers made way to avoid her flailing feet.

Annabeth stared at him.

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

"I'm thinking," Annabeth said. "that I want you on my team for Capture the Flag."

Word of the bathroom incident spread immediately. Wherever he went, campers pointed at him and murmured something about toilet water, and it probably was due to the drenched blonde girl as well. Annabeth and Evangeline showed him a few more places: the metal shop, the arts-and-crafts room, and the climbing wall. Finally, they returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins.

"I've got training to do," Annabeth said flatly. "Dinner's at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall."

"Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets."

"Whatever,"

"It wasn't my fault."

"Yes, it was." The brunette looked at him skeptically.

"You need to talk to Oracle," Annabeth said, ignoring the brunette.

"Who?"

"Not who," she continued. "What. The Oracle. I'll ask Chiron."

Percy stared into the lake. Where two teenage girls sitting cross-legged at the base of the pier. They smiled and waved as if he were a long-lost friend. He waved back.

"Don't encourage them," Evangeline warned. "Naids are terrible flirts."

"Naiads," Percy repeated. "That's it. I want to go home now."

Annabeth frowned. "Don't you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us."

"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?"

"I mean not human. Not totally human, anyway. Half-humans."

"Half-human and half-what?"

"I think you know."

"God," he said. "Half-god."

She nodded. "Your father isn't dead, Percy. He's one of the Olympians."

"That's... crazy."

"Is it? What's the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think they've changed their habits in the last few millennia?"

"But those are just-" Percy stopped himself from saying myths again. "But if all the kids here are half-gods—"

"Demigods," Annabeth said. "That's the official term. Or Half-bloods.

"Then who's your dad?"

Her hands tightened around the pier railing. He got the feeling he'd just trespassed on a touchy subject.

"My dad is a professor at West Point," she said. "I haven't seen him since I was very small. He teaches American history."

"He's human?"

"What? Do you assume it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?" She snapped.

"Who's your mom, then?"

"Cabin six."

"Meaning?" Annabeth straightened. "Athena. Goddess of wisdom and battle."

He turned his attention towards Evangeline. "Who's your parent?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

Evangeline tensed and crossed her arms. "Hades, God of the Dead," she mumbled.

He froze, he didn't remember Chiron telling him about Hades having children. "Isn't Thanatos the god of the dead?"

"No, Thanatos is the god of death," She said. "Hades is the god of the dead."

He nodded. "So you live here all year?"

"Yeah," she said. "why do you ask?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "I just figured, if you were his only demigod child here, he would keep you in the underworld."

Evangeline narrowed her eyes. "Because he supposedly hates all gods, is that it?"

"Yeah,"

"Why do you think he hates all gods?" She crossed her arms.

"Because they're all against him and his evil plans," Percy said.

The brunette clenched her jaw. "You think he's evil?"

"I'm just saying." He held up his hands.

"Why don't you go and do something else?" Annabeth said, stepping between the two.

"Fine," Evangeline shot one last look at the boy. As she walked away disappearing from their line of sight.

"I am going to kill him!" Evangeline paced in front of The Stoll Brothers as she ranted. "I mean who does he think he is? The king of toilets?"

The brothers watched her movements as she walked back and forth in front of them. "Sounds like he's trying to provoke you, Eve."

"Yeah, right. Minotaur boy thinks he can provoke me?" She scoffed.

"You know I think you might have a crush on him," Travis teased.

She stopped walking and turned to the twins, glaring. "You know I do feel something when I look at him."

"What?" Conner asked, raising his eyebrows.

"The urge to drown him." She hissed.

The sons of Hermes frowned. "Well, that's progress," Travis mumbled to his brother.  "Last time that camper told you that you were a freak you broke his nose."

She shot them a look. "I didn't break it, I fixed Ethan Nakamura's nose," she pointed at herself. "And you two are not helping."

Conner shrugged. "It's not like we're trying to help."

The brunette rolled her eyes as the conch horn for dinner blew. "Come on, maybe we can prank him for you instead." Travis offered as he got up from the bench.

"You're going to ask me to pay you with drachma aren't you?"

"Yup,"

Evangeline rolled her eyes as she followed the two to dinner.

In the dining pavilion, torches blazed around the marble columns. A central fire burned in a bronze brazier the size of a bathtub. Each cabin had its own table, covered in white cloth trimmed in purple. Three tables were empty here, but Cabin Eleven's table was overcrowded. She caught Percy's gaze and narrowed her eyes.

Grover was sitting at Cabin Twelve's table with Mr. D, some other satyrs, and Mr. D's sons the only kids of Dionysus at camp. Chiron stood to one side, the picnic table being too small for him. Annabeth sat with her siblings, some of whom had matching honey-blonde hair and striking grey eyes, but all looked just as serious and athletic. Clarisse sat at Cabin Five's table, seemingly over her spat with Percy as she was laughing and belching with her siblings.

Finally, Chiron pounded his hoof against the marble floor of the pavilion, and everybody fell silent. He raised a glass. "To the gods!"

Everybody raised their glasses. "To the gods!"

Wood nymphs came forward with platters of food: grapes, apples, strawberries, cheese, fresh bread, and a variety of other things. Evangeline set a piece of chicken on her plate as the wood nymph passed by her. A few moments later she stood up and made her way to the burning brazier to offer food to the gods.

Evangeline put the piece of chicken in the fire and muttered Hades. Once again she caught Percy's gaze but this time he had been staring at her she shot him a weird look and made her way back to Cabin 11's table.

Once everybody had returned to their seats and finished eating their meals, Chiron pounded his hoof again for their attention.

Mr D stood with a sigh. "Yes, I suppose I should say hello to you all brats. Well, hello. Your activities director, Chiron says the next Capture the Flag is this Friday. Cabin five presently holds the laurels."

A bunch of ugly cheering rose from the Ares table at the news.

"Personally," Mr D continued. "I couldn't care less but congratulations. Also, I should tell you that we have a new camper today. Peter Johnson." Chiron mumbled something in his ear. "Uh, Percy Jackson. That's right, hurrah and all that. Now run along to the silly little campfire of yours, go on."

The campers cheered and made their way towards the amphitheater, where the Apollo cabin led a sing-along. 

A/N:   I know this chapter sucks, I will try to make it as sensible as possible.