༄ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, grover underwood

8. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?

After being discharged from the camps nurses office, I was placed in Cabin 11, other wise the cabin of Hermes, the God of thieves and travel, or for the unclaimed. I was unclaimed, and honestly? It was sort of embarrassing.

Chiron decided to escort me to the cabin, which only added more red to my already tomato colored face.

Everyone was in their own conversations, and hadn't addressed our arrival.

"Cabin 11!"

Chiron voice quiets everyone down, and they look over at us, then they all stand up.

"Chiron."

They all say in unison.

"This is Kaylee Davis. She's new here, so I want all of you to be on your best behavior, okay?"

Chiron says. No one answers, just gives a barley noticeable nod and they all go back to their conversations. Awkward.

"Well, go along then, child."

Chiron says, and I step into the Hermes cabin, and put my bag down beside the sleeping bag that was assigned to me, and sit agaisnt the wall. I don't even understand what's going on. I'm half a siren. Those mermaids who kill men with their beauty and songs. I don't even know how that works.

I'm snapped out of my little thinking session by a boy.

"Hey, you alright?"

I look up to see two boys, probably both 19. One of them has black hair, and a faint scar by his eye, and he has gorgeous blue eyes. The other boy has dark brown hair, and brown eyes that you could probably get lost into. I'm pretty sure their both Hermes counselors. They look like ordinary Hermes demigods, with that sneaky look in their eyes and aura.

"Uh.. yeah. I'm fine."

I manage to squeak out. The black haired boy hands me his hand to help me sit up.

"I'm Luke,"

He introduces himself, and I take his hand and he helps me pull myself up.

"That's Chris."

Luke says, motioning at the other boy.

"Hi."

Chris says with a warm smile, gently waving his hand.

"Hi."

I say back.

"I'm assuming you haven't gotten a tour of the Camp yet?"

Luke asks, and I shake my head. He tsks.

"Per usual."

He says with a snort.

"We'll show you around."

He says. I look up at him. Lukes quite tall, probably about 6'1. Chris is close in height, probably 5'10 or 5'11.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't wanna cause you any trou-"

"No. You've gone through enough already. It's really not a problem. Think of it as a... welcome to camp gift."

Luke says with a charming smile. I shrug.

"..Okay, if you say so."

"Good!! Let's go!!"

Chris says, practically dragging me and Luke out, making the three of us giggle as we exit Cabin 11.

As we walk around, Luke and Chris pointing out some things, such as the cabins, the cafeteria, the field, and other stuff, I pipe up, but my voice quavers as I'm nervous about their reaction.

"Are you both Hermes kids? Or are you..."

My voice fades. Luke smiles.

"Unclaimed?"

I nod, a bit embarrassed. Luke chuckles.

"Your good. Seriously. It's a common question from new campers in Cabin 11."

I feel a bit reassured by this answer.

"We're both Hermes kids."

Chris answers.

"That's cool. Really. Do you know how to pickpocket?"

I ask, genuinely interested.

"Yeah. We do. It's a skill Hermes kids pick up on before coming to camp, during adolescent years."

Luke explains. I nod, intrigued.

"That's really cool."

I say, and both Luke and Chris nod.

"So, now, we gotta find out what your good at. There's loads of things, archery, swordmaking, swordsmanship, foraging, and so many more. We're gonna figure out what your gonna exile at."

Chris says. I nod.

"..Are you sure I won't burn the camp down or something?"

I ask, and Luke laughs.

"You'll be fine. We're gonna supervise you."

Luke reassures me. I nod, still a bit skeptical. I've done none of the above, maybe expect a bit of foraging from my trips to the lilac bushes in school and the rock finding with my dad when I was younger.

First, I got to try archery. It was hard, but, honestly? I felt like I got the hang of it. It's way harder then people say it is, and I don't understand how the people in movies pick it up and just do it, making perfect shots everytime. Because, apparently, that happened to me. I got every one centered.

"Woah! Have you done archery before?"

Chris asks me.

"No. I haven't."

I answers honestly, and Luke raises an eyebrow.

"Are you sure? Cause, there's no way someone can get that many shots in a row on a first try."

"...Beginners luck?"

I ask, and Luke chuckles.

"Maybe. Let's go try swordmaking."

He says, and I set the bow down gently, and thank the instructor.

I pass by Grover on the way, and he glares at me.

"Wow, what a gentleman you've got there."

He says to me in a snarky tone, and I'm confused. I don't even know what he's talking about. But before I can answer, he's already walking away.

I feel horrible now. Grovers mad at me. Again.