Third Person P.O.V

                                           Word of the bathroom incident had spread almost immediately. Wherever Percy and (Y/n) went, campers would point at Percy and murmur about toilet water. 

Maybe it was because Andrew was still soaked from the incident.

 He showed them a few more places: the metal shop, the arts-and-crafts room, and the climbing wall, which to both Percy and (Y/n)'s surprise, consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you weren't fast enough. 

They finally circled back to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins.

                                         "I've got training to do," Andrew said flatly, "dinner's at seven-thirty, just follow your cabins to the mess hall."

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

"Whatever."

"It wasn't my fault," Percy tried to defend himself. He looked at Percy skeptically, which Percy must've realized it was his fault.

                                   He had somehow caused water to explode out of the bathroom fixtures, he didn't understand how, but the toilets had responded to him. 

(Y/n) decided she could rightfully say he was the lord of the toilets. "You need to talk to the Oracle," Andrew said.

"Who?"

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

                                (Y/n) noticed that Percy was no longer looking at Andrew but two teenage girls who were sitting a ways away. "Don't encourage them," Andrew said to Percy, "naiads are terrible flirts.

"Naiads," (Y/n) repeated, feeling overwhelmed, "that's it, I want to go home now." 

Andrew frowned, "don't you get it, (Y/n)? You are home, this is the only safe place on earth for kids like us," he said softly. 

"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?" Percy deadpanned.

                                I mean not human, not totally human, anyway. Half-human." Andrew explained. 

"Half-human and half-what?" Percy asked.

"I think you know." 

                        (Y/n) knew Percy didn't want to admit it, she didn't want to admit it either, but she was afraid she did know. 

She felt a tingling in her limbs, a sensation she sometimes felt when her mom spoke of her father.

 "God," (Y/n) said, "half-god." 

Andrew 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-" (Y/n) could tell Percy was about to say myths but he seemed to cut himself off quickly. "But if all the kids here re half-gods-"

"Demigods," Andrew corrected, "that's the official term. Or half-bloods."

"Then who's your dad?" Percy suddenly asked, making (Y/n) face palm at the question.

                        Andrew's hands tightened around the pier railing. (Y/n) could tell that Percy had just cannon balled into the pool of sensitive subjects.

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

                      "He's human," Percy said with realization.

'Yeah, no duh, Percy.' (Y/n) said mentally, she cared for Percy but sometimes he could say the stupidest things.

"What? You assume it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?" Andrew retorted.

"Well, who's your mom?" (Y/n) asked, she didn't want this to escalate to the point where Andrew is wringing Percy's neck.

"Cabin six."

"Meaning?" Percy asked.

                         Andrew straightened. "Athena. Goddess of wisdom and battle."

"That's actually really cool!" (Y/n) smiled.

Andrew made eye contact with (Y/n) and gave her a small smile as he shrugged a little.

                     "What about me and (Y/n)'s dad?" Percy asked, which caused Andrew's small smile to drop into his blank and cool expression again. 

"Well, your undetermined," Andrew started. "Like I said, nobody knows. And (Y/n) has been claimed by Apollo which means he's her dad." 

"My mother knew..." Percy said with a sad undertone.

 "Maybe not, Percy. Gods don't always reveal their identities."

"My dad would have. He loved her."

                         Andrew gave him a cautious look, he didn't want to burst Percy's bubble. 

"Maybe you're right. Maybe he'll send you a sign, that's the only way to know for sure: your father has to send you a sign claiming you as his son. Sometimes it happens."

"You mean sometimes it doesn't?" (Y/n) asked.

                            Andrew ran his palm along the rail, "the gods are busy. They have a lot of kids and they don't always...Well, sometimes they don't care about us, guys. They ignore us." 

(Y/n) thought about some of the kids she'd seen in the Hermes cabin, teenagers who looked sullen and depressed, as if they were waiting for a package that would never arrive. 

It made (Y/n)'s heart tighten with sympathy, she had seen kids like that at Yancy academy, shipped off to boarding school by rich parents who didn't have time for them. 

But gods should behave better.

"So we're stuck here," Percy said. "That's it? For the rest of our lives?"

                       "It depends," Andrew said, "some campers only stay the summer. If your a child of Aphrodite or Demeter, you're probably not a real powerful force. The monsters might ignore you, so you can get by with a few months of summer training and live in the mortal world. But for some of us, it's too dangerous to leave. We're year-rounders."

                          "In the mortal world, we attract monsters. They sense us. They come to challenge us. Most of the time, they'll ignore us until we're old enough to cause trouble—about ten or eleven years old, but after that, most demigods either make their way here, or they get killed off. A few manage to survive in the outside world and become famous. Believe me, if I told you the names, you'd know them. Some don't even realize they're demigods. But very, very few are like that."

"So monsters can't get in here?" (Y/n) asked.

                           Andrew shook his head, "not unless they're intentionally stocked in the woods or specially summoned by somebody inside."

"Why would anyone want to summon a monster?"

"Practice fights. Practical jokes."

"Practical jokes?" Percy repeated.

"The point is, the borders are sealed to keep mortals and monsters out. From the outside, mortals look into the valley and see nothing unusual, just a strawberry farm."

                        "So...you're a year-rounder?" (Y/n) asked, making Andrew nod.

From under the collar of his T-shirt he pulled a leather necklace with five clay beads of different colors. It was just like Lee's, except Andrew's also had a big gold ring strung on it, like a college ring. 

"I've been here since I was seven," he said. 

"Every August, on the last day of summer session, you get a bead for surviving another year. I've been here longer than most counselors, and they're all in college."

                        "Why did you come so young?" Percy asked, causing (Y/n) to jab him in the stomach at the stupid question.

Andrew twisted the ring on his necklace, "none of your business."

The three of us stood there for a minute in uncomfortable silence, "so...we could just walk out of here right now if we wanted?" (Y/n) asked, trying to change the subject. 

"It would be suicide, but you could, with Mr. D's or Chiron's permission, but they wouldn't give permission until the end of summer unless..."

"Unless?..."

                       "You were granted a quest, but that hardly ever happens, the last time..." His voice trailed off. (Y/n) could tell from his tone that the last time didn't go well.

"Back in the medical room," (Y/n) started, "when you were feeding me that stuff—"

"Ambroisa," he said.

"Yeah, you had asked me something about the summer solstice."

Andrew's shoulders tensed, "so you do know something?" He asked.

                            "Well...no-but back at our old school, Percy overheard Grover and Chiron talking about it. Grover mentioned the summer solstice, he said something like we didn't have much time, because of the deadline, what did that mean?"

He clenched his fists, "I wish I knew, Chiron and the saytrs, they know, but they won't tell me. Something is wrong in Olympus, something pretty major. Last time I was there, everything seemed so normal."

                      "You've been to Olympus?" (Y/n) asked. "Some of us year-rounders took a field trip during the winter solstice, that's when the gods have their big annual council," Andrew explained. 

"But...how did you get there?" Percy asked.

"The Long Island Railroad of course, you get off at Penn Station, Empire State Building, special elevator to the six hundredth floor," he looked at them like he was sure they had known this. 

"You both are from New York, right?" 

(Y/n) and Percy only nodded to confirm. 

                                "Right after we visited," Andrew continued, "the weather got weird, as if the gods had started fighting. A couple times since, I've overheard the satyrs talking, the best I can figure out is something important was stolen. And if it isn't returned by the summer solstice, there's going to be trouble."

Andrew looked at (Y/n), "When you and Percy came, I was hoping...I mean—Athena can get along with just about anybody, except for Ares. And of course she's got the rivalry with Poseidon. But I mean, aside from that, I thought we could we could work together. I thought you might know something."

                       (Y/n) looked down at her slightly muddy sneakers before looking back up at him. 

She wished she could help help him, but this situation...her dad and this camp..... how she could help him was a mystery in her mind. 

"I've got to get a quest," Andrew muttered to himself. "I'm not too young, if they could just tell me the problem..."

"Andrew...I don't know about anything going on but I would like to help you if I can."

Andrew softened at that giving a small smiled, they were interrupted by Percy's stomach growling which made Andrew sigh, "we'll see...you and Percy can go back to your cabins, we'll catch up later."

....

                                 (Y/n) found herself back at cabin seven once again, all her siblings were there conversing with each other as they waited for dinner.

 They tried to include her at times although mostly Will, who sat next to her as he made a bracelet from string. 

"Long day?" Lee's voice sounded beside her, he was leaning against the bed post as he looked down at her and Will with a small smile. 

"I guess you could say that..." (Y/n) mutters as she looks away from Will's bracelet making to Lee.

"Have you ever....met him?.." (Y/n) asks carefully.

                             "Who? Our dad? Yeah, I did once or twice. On a field trip to Olympus and in a dream when I came to camp, why do you ask?" Lee looked like who knew the answer but he still asked. 

"Just wondering...."  

"Hm, well you don't have to worry about that right now. Just know that campers here, we're all family here, and now you got us." 

He seemed to understand how (Y/n) felt which made sense, he was a lot older than her and understood more. 

"Yeah! You got us too!" Will smiled, looking up at (Y/n). She smiled, ruffling his messy blond hair with a certain fondness.

                                 The moment she did that, a horn blew in the distance, causing her siblings to perk up. 

"Alright, fall in guys!" Lee smiled. They lined up in order of oldest camper to newest which meant (Y/n) was in the back, not that she minded or worried about it too much as it didn't seem important. 

As they exited the cabin, (Y/n) took notice of the cabin's now dimming light. 

Don't get her wrong it was still bright but with the sun going down it was like the cabin turned off or turned into a mini night light for camp.

                                They marched up the hill to the mess hall pavilion. Satyrs joined them from the meadow, along with naiads and other girls from the woods which gave (Y/n) a small heart attack at the sight of a girl literally melting off a tree. 

In all, there were maybe a hundred campers, a few dozen satyrs, and a dozen assorted wood nymphs and naiads.

                                    At the pavilion, torches blazed around the marble columns, a central fire burned in a bronze brazier the size of a bath tub. 

Each cabin had it's own table, covered in white cloth trimmed with purple. Four tables were empty, but cabin eleven's was very overcrowded, (Y/n) had to stop herself from laughing when she saw Percy hanging on for dear life to stay sitting. 

She spotted Grover sitting at table twelve with Mr. D, a few satyrs, and a couple plump blond boys who looked just like Mr. D. Chiron stood to one side, the picnic table being way too small for a centaur.

                                      (Y/n) immediately caught sight of Andrew from her table. 

He sat at table six next to her table with a bunch of serious looking athletic kids, all with his gray eyes and honey-blond hair, but he stood out. 

Andrew caught (Y/n)'s eye, sending her a quick nod before going back to his conversation.

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

Everybody else raised their glasses. "To the gods!"

Wood nymphs came forward with platters of food: grapes, apples, strawberries, cheese, fresh bread, and yes, barbecue. 

(Y/n) looked at her empty glass, looking up when Micheal elbowed her lightly. "Speak to it. Whatever you want except alcohol of course," Micheal instructed.

                                  (Y/n) settled on fruit punch as she started to put food on her plate, she was about to take a bite but stopped when she saw campers throwing some of their food into the fire. "Burnt offerings for the gods, they like the smell," Lee shrugged.

"Your kidding."

He was not kidding.

He threw a piece of cheese into the fire saying Apollo's name.

(Y/n) went up to fire, she hesitated but picked up her apple, she decided to follow long with what Lee did. She said Apollo's name as she threw in the apple, the smell surprisingly not bad at all.

                                  When everybody returned and finished eating their meals, Chrion pounded his hoof again for our attention.

 Mr. D got up with a huge sigh, "Yes, I suppose I'd better say hello to all you brats. Well, hello. Our activities director, Chiron, says the next capture the flag is Friday. Cabin five presently holds the laurels." This sentence caused a bunch of ugly cheering from the Ares table.

"Personally," Mr. D continued, "I couldn't care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you we have two new campers today. Peter Johnson and (Wrong name)."

Chrion murmured something.

"Er, Percy Jackson and (Y/n) (L/n)," Mr. D corrected, "That's right, hurrah, and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire, go on."

                             They all headed down toward the amphitheater, where the Apollo's cabin led the sing-along, although (Y/n) didn't sing and just enjoyed her s'mores, and the funny thing was she wasn't scared anymore...she felt at home.

Later in the evening, the conch horn blew again and Lee led the other Apollo kids back to the cabin.

(Y/n) didn't realize how exhausted she was till she collapsed in her bed, she thought about her mother, her smile and warm nature brought tears to (Y/n)'s eyes.

When she closed her eyes she fell asleep instantly, her first day at Camp Half-Blood, how would this turn out?....