Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. (Your Point of View)

Part One: Yep, You're a Half-Blood

Your eyes fluttered open, and you're hit with soreness and exhaustion. You groan heavily, and try to regain your senses. Everything is blurry, and you're weaker than you've ever been. All the memories from the night before hit you like a brick when you recall them. You must be dreaming. You're in a plain room on a comfortable white bed. There's a glass full of golden liquid on the brown bedside table next to you. You try to sit up, but fail. All the sudden, everything goes black and you slump back in your bed, unconscious. You've woken up a few other times and heard voices talking about stuff that sounded very much far off. You assumed you were dreaming or hallucinating.

Now, you wake up, yet again. Less tired and in less pain, you sit up, and this time, have enough strength to do so without passing out again.

Your friend, the boy that brought you here, that had claimed he was half goat, walked in.

"Lincoln," you breathed a sigh of relief. "I just had the weirdest dream..." you glance around. "Where am I?"

Lincoln uneasily laughs. "Y/N, how do you feel?"

You groan. "Okay, I guess. I have no idea. I had this crazy dream."

"Can you walk? We have a lot to talk about." Lincoln says.

You shrug, and try to get out of bed, looking down hard and concentrating. "Something chased us to this weird camp place, and you were a goat, and you-" as you lift yourself out of the covers and swing your legs over the side of the bed, you glance up, and give Lincoln a double take. He has furry brown legs from the waist down with cloven hooves and a little fuzzy tail. Your eyes grow 20 times bigger, and you run your hand through your hair, your mouth agape and your head in your hands. You shake your head. "No, no, no," you murmur. "It's impossible." You lean onto your knees. You take your hands off your eyes and stare hard at Lincoln. You blink, and try to see if you're just seeing things.

"Y/N," Lincoln says, and walks over. A clop, clop, clop, of hooves follows. The sound similar to a horse walking. "Are you okay?"

"I think I'm going crazy," you stifle a laugh. "There's no way that..."

"Did you try drinking any of this?" Lincoln asked, pointing to the glass of golden liquid. You follow his pointer finger and gaze at the glass of golden liquid, still on the table. The ice still hadn't melted, though you were sure you'd woken up hours later when you'd seen it earlier, as before it was broad daylight, and now it was much darker outside.

You shook your head, and leaned over to get it. You almost drop it, and Lincoln rushes to help you, catches it before it falls, and helps you bring it to your lips.

You take a sip of the gleaming liquid gold. You knit your eyebrows, as it tastes like (your favorite food.)

"Woah," you said, and quickly drank it all. The stuff was like a high powered energy drink, and zapped you right into happy land. Lincoln paused and there was silence for a few minutes.

"Well," Lincoln said. "Now we know for sure."

"For sure what?" You asked, confusion woven in your voice.

"That you're a half-blood," he replied. You shoot him a confused look. "A half-blood."

"What's a half-blood?" You asked.

"Alright," laughed Lincoln. "Remember all those Ancient Greek myths?" You slowly nod, and Lincoln goes on. "Well, they're not just myths. A half blood is what you are." You look at him likes he's crazy, and begin to feel uneasy. You'd been friends with the guy all year long, but this was getting weirder and weirder. No, this had to be a prank.

"What's a half-blood, though?" You asked.

"Well... these gods from these myths sometimes come down to earth and... well... have children with mortals. You know, these kids are called demigods. There's a few famous ones you might know, like Hercules." Lincoln laughed. "But, demigods are half human, half god. A half-blood is another word for a demigod... your blood is half human, half god." Your eyes grow wide, and everything dawns on you. You look at the ground.