𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚

six

Amalthea put her bread into the fire and moved over for Percy's turn. As she moved, she smelt a hint of the smoke and it was surprisingly good. It smelled like everything good in this world. Hot chocolates and potatoes, strawberries and hamburgers, and a million things that shouldn't have smelled good together, but somehow complemented each other perfectly.

Amalthea watched as Percy closed his eyes, and then put a piece of brisket into the flames. Privately, she thought to herself what Percy had said to the gods.

They sat down at their table and for the rest of the meal everything seemed normal and it felt great. For the first time that day, everyone wasn't giving them a hard time and just talked as if the two newcomers were one of them.

The two boys, Travis and Connor, kept the whole table entertained with jokes and stories. By the looks of it, Amalthea figured that they were the kind of people that everyone liked. They definitely seemed to have a natural ability of making people feel at ease.

When everybody had returned to their seats and finished eating their meals, Chiron pounded his hoof again for everybody's 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. Personally, I couldn't care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you that we have a new camper today. Peter Johnson and Amelia Garrett."

"You know, for a god, he really isn't that good with common knowledge," Percy mumbled to Amalthea.

Amalthea rolled her eyes in agreement as she watched Chiron lean over and mumble something to Mr D.

"Er, Percy Jackson and Amalthea Graves," Mr D corrected, "Hurrah and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on."

Amalthea and Percy stared around in confusion as everyone started leaving their dinner tables cheerfully.

"Follow me," Luke said, as they started walking, "At this camp, we have campfires every night. They're pretty fun. Just, you know, singing silly songs and eating some s'mores."

Turns out, the campfire really was fun. Everybody was joking around and just having fun together. Amalthea felt welcomed. A couple of times throughout the night, people even spoke to her and introduced themselves to her and Percy.

When it started getting darker, the campfire ended and everyone started heading back to their cabins. After such a long day, Amalthea was absolutely exhausted. She collapsed into her sleeping bag and fell asleep almost immediately.

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The rest of the week almost normal, or at least, as normal as it can get in a camp full of god children. Amalthea learnt to like Camp Half-Blood. Although she was worried about Aunt Jenna back home, she figured that since she was here she might as well stay for the summer. After all, there were still so many things she needed to know and she thought that she was owed some explanations.

Amalthea had been hanging out with Percy, Grover, Luke and the Stoll brothers. She had grown close with all five of them, since they were some of the only people that spoke to her.

Over the past few days, Amalthea had somewhat gotten into a routine. In the mornings, her and Percy took Ancient Greek lessons with Annabeth (still as grumpy as ever) which were honestly easier than she expected. Despite her dyslexia, she understood the basics and could string a couple sentences together pretty easily. Then, her and Percy would go around to all the activities at camp, trying to find their skills.