A Demigod Tale

Chapter 3: Welcome to Camp!

Jordan stared at the man-horse in front of him. "I'm going crazy, right? There's no way this is all real."

Chiron smiled warmly. "It is indeed, young man. What is your name?"

"Jordan. Jordan Frye."

"Come with me, Jordan," Chiron said. He walked outside, the trio of demigods following.

Jordan's mouth dropped open. Before him lay a magnificent camp. There was a rectangle made of cabins, a lake, a volleyball area, a bunch of stone picnic tables in a marble-floored area with pillars, what looked like a battle arena, and much more. Forest surrounded the camp, making it hard to see from outside it's borders.

"This place is amazing!" Jordan shouted. Percy and Annabeth chuckled.

"You've arrived just in time for dinner. Come, you'll likely be claimed tonight," Chiron said, and began making his way to the picnic tables.

"That's the dining pavilion," Percy said as they walked over to it.

"What does claimed mean?" Jordan asked, getting distracted.

"It means your godly parent clams you, or recognizes you, as their child."

Jordan didn't respond. He hadn't considered him being a demigod meant one of his parents wasn't his birth parent. Not to mention one of them fell in love with an Olympian!

"You'll have to sit with the Hermes table until you're claimed. Here, it's this one."

Jordan sat down. In front of him was a plate of barbecued meat. There was some other stuff, but he didn't care about that as much. He was about to take a bite when he noticed the other campers scraping some of their food into a campfire.

"What are they doing?" he asked the girl sitting next to him.

"They're offering food to their parents. The Olympians like the smell," she answered. Jordan got up and did the same, even though he wasn't sure who it was he was offering to.

"Hey looked, that guy's been claimed!" he heard someone say. He turned around to find people looking above his head. He looked up and saw a small sun floating just above his hair.

"A son of Apollo! Awesome! New brother!" someone else shouted. A boy around fifteen came up to him. "I'm Jake Orwell, head of the Apollo cabin. I'm also your half brother."

The rest of dinner was uneventful. Afterwards Jake brought Jordan over to one of the cabins he had seen earlier.

"Welcome to the Apollo cabin! Take any bunk you like, as long as it's empty. By the way, how old are you?" Jake asked.

"I'm twenty-five," Jordan said as he picked out his bunk. He chose the top bunk of a bed near the back wall.

"Wow! How did you manage to hide from the monsters and satyrs that long?"

"I don't know. Great hide and go seek skills?"

"Oh. Well, it's time for lights out! Don't try to sneak out of the cabin, because the Harpies won't hesitate to kill you for it." Jake said. "I'm not joking at all," he added, his face grim. The lights in the cabin went out, and Jordan fell right asleep due to his long day. As he slept he had a strange dream.

He was somewhere in space. In front of him was a star, shining very bright. The light from it made him smile. Then a wave of darkness passed over it, blocking out the star and striking fear into Jordan. The shadow passed, and the star beamed brightly again. The cycle repeated until the dream changed. He was standing in the Big House, next to Chiron.  Across from them sat Annabeth and Percy.

"We need to know how he wasn't able to be detected. A twenty-five year old demigod who uses technology constantly yet is completely hidden from monsters and satyrs for his whole life? How? How did he hide? Why did he finally become detectable now? Not to mention all three mortals with him could see through the Mist," Annabeth said. Chiron nodded, a grave expression painted on his face.

"You are very right, Annabeth. If he is hiding something, we must know."

Jordan stepped back. He felt confused. What did they mean? Why did they think he was hiding something? Why did they think he was keeping a secret?

Jordan felt himself being shaken. He blinked his eyes open to find Jake Orwell standing over him, trying to wake him up.

"Come on! You're going to miss breakfast!" he said hurriedly. Jordan groaned but sat up. He changed into some fresh clothes and followed Jake outside. The dreams were still fresh in his mind. Why did he dream them? What did they mean? He pushed them to the back of his mind, determined to have the best first day of camp he could.