A new hero

Claimed

Macon woke up, finding himself in a ward, full of Greek myth creatures and people healing woundeds."You alright? You had been sleeping for five whole weeks. You drool in your sleep." a pretty girl with blue eyes said.

"This's Annabeth, Macon," said Chiron, "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. I'm the camp leader."

"Hey, pony-" Macon said. " May I have your pardon?" Chiron asked. " Whatever," Macon said," Who are you, should I call you... Mr. Bunner?" " The centaur smiled." In my world, I am known as Chiron."

" Besides, how the heck do ya know my name?" Macon asked furiously." I just know your name, kid."

Macon motored way to an open field where demigods train for battle. He saw the I-don't-know-who-are-you-Annabeth again and asked her," Hey, you are a half-blood! I am too!"

Annabeth didn't think it was a joke. In fact, she said, " Seriously? I thought you know it is a half-blood camp. Everyone here is a half-blood. Are you claimed yet?" "Claimed? That means all gods came down to battle in order to win me?"

Annabeth said, "Not that, punk. You're born to be a child of a god and live with a mortal during childhood. Then at the age of 13, you have to live here and wait for the gods to claim you back! Chiron! He isn't even claimed yet!"

The centaur muttered something in Greek and in the spite that Macon's a demigod, he felt like Chiron was some-like praying.

Suddenly, orange smoke shaped like a dagger slowly emerged on his head and geese falling from the sky surrounding him.

" Hail to Macon McGreen, son of Nemesis, the one hundred and twenty-eighth camper!" Chiron bowed to Macon. Macon frowned.