CHAPTER THREE

I looked around the camp, Chiron mostrare me everything. I saw a lot of campers. They all wore the same arancia, arancio T-shirt Percy had. "And, until your parent claims you, you'll be staying here." I didn't really look up, but I nodded, "Okay."
Then he left.
I was getting hungry, but I ignored it. cena wasn't for another hour. Instead, I just walked around aimlessly, trying to figure this out.
So, there are Greek gods.
And I'm related to them. o più like one. I only new a few of them. Zeus, Athena, and Hermes. I didn't know the other ones.
From what I'm like, I don't think I'm related to any of them.

When cena came around, I was told to sit with the Hermes cabin. I ate in silence, mostly.
"What's your name?" A boy with bright blue eyes and sandy blonde hair asked me. He looked about my age.
"Emma Yails. What's yours?"
"Carter Henderson." He smiled, "How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"Cool, me too." So he was my age.
After that, I didn't talk to anyone.
And I slept bad.
And when I did fall asleep, I had a nightmare.
I saw myself lying on the ground, dead. And I saw Eve smirking. I heard a woman's voice. "Don't let the dreams scare you."
And then I woke up.

It was Sunday morning, so there wasn't a any camp stuff going on. I sat on the spiaggia and sighed. I don't get how I could be a daughter of one of the gods...I wasn't cool in any way. The only person I had talked to was Percy, Chiron, and Carter.
I saw Percy and Annabeth talking. I saw some younger campers playing tag. And then a few others tanning.
I shivered. My own cousin had tried to kill me. Was something in her? Posessed her? I didn't want to know.
"Hi." Carter sat down successivo to me on the sand.
"Oh, hey."
"What's up?"
"Accually, can I ask te something?" I needed to know the answer to this.
"Um, sure." It almost sounded like a question.
"How old were te when te came here?"
"I was 10." He smiled. "Let me guess, te want to know when I was claimed?"
I nodded.
"I was 13 when I was claimed."
"Oh." I sighed, and looked back at the water. "Do te have any ideas on who would be my parent?"
He looked at me. "I could think of a few. Aphrodite, maybe."
"No, my mother is mortal."
"Some are tricked."
I let myself beleive that. I looked più like my "step" father than my mom.
"Maybe..." My voice trailed of in thought.
"Or Athena."
"No."
He sighed. "Listen," he said, "It doesn't matter. We'll figure it out."
Yeah. I hope so.


Hope te liked it! Any guesses on Emma's mom o dad?