𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ༄ 𝐩. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝟐. 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬

CALLIE HEADED TOWARDS the Hermes cabin, multiple articles of clothing in her arms. She could see Annabeth standing outside waiting for Percy and Chiron. She skipped over, perfectly balancing the clothes in her arms.

Annabeth looked up from her book and snorted. "Chipper today, aren't we Callie?"

"Oh shut up Annie, you know I love picking clothes for people." She retorted, walking past her friend and inside the building. The Hermes cabin was the most run down due to every one of Hermes's kids and all of the unclaimed ones living in it.

"Connor!" Callie called, causing the boy to look over and grin.

"Hey Callie, waddaya need?" He said, walking over to the girl. The two had become quick friends when the Stoll brothers arrived at camp, causing trouble together nonstop.

"Do you know where Luke is?" She asked. Connor nodded and pointed to the other side of the cabin where the older boy seemed to be in a deep conversation with Travis Stoll, most likely scolding him for something. Callie smiled and hugged Connor, mumbling a small thank you before making her way to Luke. "Lucas!"

Luke was tall and athletic, with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. A thick white scar ran from his eye to his jaw, making him look more intimidating than he actually was. Luke was Andromeda's best friend, the two had been attatched at the hip since Luke and Annabeth arrived.

Luke turned around. Only two people called him that, and they just so happened to be sisters.

"Hey CC, what are you doing here?"

"Like Annabeth probably said, new camper." She answered. "Where should I put his clothes?"

Luke pointed to a spot on the floor occupied by a sleeping bag before going back to his conversation. Callie walked over to set down the clothes. As soon as she did, a loud voice that could only be Annabeth's was heard. "Percy Jackson, meet cabin 11."

"Regular or undetermined?" Someone from the crowd of campers called out.

"Undetermined." Callie stated as she moved through the room towards Annabeth and Percy. The campers groaned, all going back to what they were doing. "Now, now, campers, that's what we're here for. Welcome Percy. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there."

He once again pointed to where Callie's had just been.

"This is Luke." Annabeth said. Her voice sounded dreamier, causing her best friend to snort and Annabeth to elbow her in the stomach. "Ow..." she mumbled. Luke looked at the pair amused, while Percy was just wondering what the hell kind of summer camp this was.

"He's your counselor for now." Callie said, regaining her composure after being brutally attacked by a bully (she was barely even touched and it was her best friend).

A look of confusion flashed across the young boy's face.

"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 newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

"And thieves, so be careful with your things." Callie whispered in the black haired boy's ear. Percy's eyes widened and he stood up a little straighter, hiding his Minotaur horn behind his back.

"How long will I be here?"

Luke laughed. "Good question. Until you're determined."

"And how long will that take?"

Some of the campers laughed and the brunette girl mentally face palmed. They needed to get Percy out of there quickly before he said anything else idiotic. Annabeth seemed to be thinking the same thing, because immediately she grabbed the boy's wrist and led him away. "Come on," she said, "We can show you the volleyball court."