First Day part 1

"Alright come on! If we gotta spend our morning block with you dickheads at least let the newbies use the ring." called out a boy from Liam's, newly joined, cabin.

After Chiron's little 'walk' he ran Liam over to what appeared to be the smaller version of a Colosseum then up and left him there, after telling him to go inside. Much like the Mess Hall, the place seemed to like marble and statues of men with carved beards. The inside of the ringed building wasn't much different than what Liam saw from the outside.

Within it, there were two main sections.

The first was where most would think the audience would be, up above and safe from whatever went down below. It had a row of ten benches all the way around in a circular pattern spreading in from the stairs that lead up to it from the Arena's main walls.

The second part was the arena itself, with a lowered dirt floor from which you could access a raised area of cut stone. The raised area was forty feet by forty feet which had a drop off of about another foot on all its sides. Standing near the edge was a dirty blonde haired girl who Liam's new cabin-mate was currently yelling at.

She dropped down off the platform before running over to a nearby weapons rack. As the reached it she turned back over to the standing group of Hermes oddballs with a snarl on her face.

"Fine! You wanna join in? Then step up to the ring." yelled the girl pulling out a bronze spear from the rack.

From the back of the crowd, Liam heard someone whisper, "It's always Ares kids isn't it?"

The boy from before went a little pale and slipped back into the other twenty or so assorted cabin members. From where Liam stood, just out of sight of the now named Ares cabin member, he started to see a pattern with some of the kids.

Most of his cabin-mates, The Hermes cabin as Chiron described it, was filled with kids that all had pretty similar features up in the front. They all had the typical shady look on them with some sporting grins that looked a little too suspicious.

The other Ares kids in front of the crowd had similar looks to each other as well. All of them for better or worse just looked plain mean. They had scars and scowls galore with muscles and height to match. It was like their entire cabin was filled to the brim with the physical embodiments of the word 'Jock.'

Slowly the kids from the Hermes cabin shifted backward away from the girl while the only one dumb enough not to was left out in the open. That person being Liam.

The predatory look on the girl's face seemed to scan the crowd in front of her for anybody that stood out before her eyes landed on Liam. He stuck out like a sore thumb when compared to the rest of the Hermes cabin.

He was a couple of inches taller than most of his peers around him. Making things even worse the boy's skin was as white as snow when compared to the rest of the tanned kids behind him. There was that and the fact that he wasn't wearing the telltale orange shirts like everyone else that read 'Camp Half-blood' in large bold letters.

He doesn't look like one of them, hasn't been claimed I guess... thought the girl before walking towards him.

"Well boys, it looks like we got a volunteer! At least one of ya isn't a pansy like the rest." exclaimed the girl before firmly grasping Liam's shoulder with her free hand.

As soon as Liam felt her hand touch his shoulder he tried to push her off but he'd swear that woman has the grip strength of a bear. Liam fiercely pushed on her arm as the Ares Cabin member pulled him over to the rack.

"Let me go," growled Liam putting more strength into his arms with a snarl.

Liam heard a low pop come from the girl's arm as he forced her off, putting all of his weight behind it. She stumbled for a second as the quiet muttering from both crowds went dead silent. Slowly, the muscular camper turned back towards Liam.

Surprising just about everyone there a low smile was on her face. However, it still didn't look friendly. The thing curved up from her lips in an almost manic manner turning her perpetual scowl into something that reminded Liam of someone unpleasant.

From within the group of Hermes kids, someone muttered, "Where's Luke when you need him?" in a quiet voice.

"Well, it looks like I was right. Hey kid, what's your name?" asked the girl as she jumped back up onto the cleared stage with the same blood-lust filled smile.

"Liam." replied the fledgling still standing down by the rack.

"Clarisse. Hurry up and choose something and get up here so I can kick your ass." demanded the Ares cabin member as she walked to the arena's other edge.

Liam stood there for a second thinking about some way to get out of the fight before giving up on it. Both cabins were already starting to surround the arena with one side looking ready to kill Liam if he didn't go along with it.

Yay, some good old-fashioned blood sport to start off my day. Wonder what the rest of this camp is gonna be like. Thought Liam as he looked down at the only weapons he had to choose from.

Laying on the rack was an assortment of what Liam thought he'd see at some mid-evil era reenactment. A whole host of varied swords with most being rather short and double-edged, a few spears with roughened up wooden handles, and laying down at the bottom a club was there as well.

Slowly, Liam's eyes traveled up and down the rack's items before he reached down towards what most would describe as a bronze ball at the end of a stick. It didn't have any spikes or anything else, but Liam felt like it'd do the best for him.

I wish there was a shield. Thought Liam as he hefted up the weapon he chose.

From behind him, he could hear one of Clarisse's cabins mate jeer, "Really, the fucking club? What are you one Hephaestus' kids?"

Liam tried his best to ignore him as he trudged up the stage. That went well at first before the teenager called out once more saying, "Bet your mom threw you out too!" (1)

Grinding his teeth together Liam pulled himself onto the stage across from his opponent who had been surprisingly quiet that whole time. He looked over to where she stood in the arena's other corner before asking, "So how do we do this?"

Clarisse's bloodthirsty look quickly became confused as she questioned, "What do you mean? We fight."

"I know that but are there rules or some-" began Liam before the girl interrupted him.

"Just two, no magic and no crying. Let's go!" interjected Clarrise as she hefted up the bronze spear she took from the rack.

Not surprising anyone in the entire arena the Ares Cabin member was the first to make a move. She rushed forward along the stone stage with her spear tucked under her right arm ready to gut Liam like a fish.

Liam's eyes dilated at the charge before he jumped out of the way. Luckily enough for him being in a large arena gave him a lot of room. He landed with a small thud a few feet to the right of Clarisse as the large girl came to a stop.

"Oh so bunny's got hops, huh?" called the girl as she turned back towards Liam.

The only other person on the stage stood still with his club still held in his dominant hand as he replied sarcastically asking, "Bunny? Really of all the stupid insults..."

In front of him, the girl suddenly lunged forward gripping her spear by the back end aiming towards his chest. Liam tried his best to step out of her spear's path but ultimately he just knocked her aim to the side.

A burning pain came from Liam's lower torso as Clarisse's spear skidded across his ribs flinging blood to the floor. A hand went down to Liam's side as he stepped back, biting his lip in pain. Unlike the wound, his hand felt a spray of cool blood from his side before it began to slow.

"First blood!" cheered the girl with a happy smile.

Slowly, Liam began to feel a frothy sea of anger bubble in his chest as he stood back up not making a noise. Putting a stranglehold on the club Liam ran forward his anger spurring him on.

The muscular girl gripped her spear with both hands and swung it to the side in an arc as he approached. With reflexes, no normal human would be able to match Liam grabbed the spear's shaft with his right hand stopping its arc.

The spear girl's manic grin faded as she looked in front of her to see that Liam caught her weapon's end just before it hit him. Gripping the wood harder she started to pull it back.

Outside in the crowd, both sides were having very different reactions. The Ares cabin was bellowing and cheering at every move made from either side while the Hermes cabin was quietly staring and talking among themselves.

Away from the crowds, a blonde-haired teenager was watching the fight with fervent interest. Much like the rest of his brothers and sisters he had the same shady look about him given to them by their father. Unlike the rest of them, his face was marred by a four-inch-long scar under his right eye.

Meanwhile back in the ring, Liam felt like he couldn't hold onto her weapon for much longer and panic had begun to spring up in his mind. Not being close enough to actually hit her Liam had hurriedly looked for a way to do something. Looking at the hand quietly wrapped around his end of the spear a plan came to mind.

At the spear's other end, Clarisse was finding it a tough time to wrench free her spear from Liam's grasp. Giving out a grunt she pulled with her body weight behind the shaft hoping to get it free but a loud crunch and jarring pain in her fingers made her stop.

As quickly as he could, Liam brought his bronze club overhead then as the weighted metal reached its peak he slammed it down right onto the girl's fingers. Almost immediately he felt all the weight pulling back on her spear leave as loud crack rang out through the arena.

"Gods damn you!" cried Clarisse as she pulled back leaving her spear it in Liam's hand.

Throwing the bronze-headed spear off the stage Liam called out, "Give up, you're not gonna beat me."

Clarisse didn't take to kindly to that.

A few feet in front of him, Liam saw her head dip down almost as if she were starting to nod. Then he saw her entire posture went with it, pushing her center of gravity as low as she could possibly reach. This time with a raging yell Clarisse charged forward intending to knock Liam to the ground.

Liam tried to dodge out of the way but being so close and wearing jeans and a jacket he just couldn't maneuver around her.

Both of them were flung to the stone below with Clarisse on top angrily slamming him into the ground. Liam felt the wind get knocked out of him as his breath raced out of his lungs while his club was thrown to the side. Above him, he could feel a crushing pressure from the girl directly around his neck.

Say what you want about the girl, but those arms weren't for show.

As Clarisse forced him to the ground she pulled him into a headlock ignoring her injured hand with not so much as a grimace at the pain. Underneath her, Liam tried desperately to get a breath of air which his chocked windpipe just wouldn't allow.

Slowly, as Liam was deprived of air more rational thoughts started to flee his brain; his instincts took over. At first, he tried to pull off her arm tearing at it with his nails as he did, but Clarisse just wouldn't budge. Then his mind started yelling at him to do something, anything to get away.

I-I'm gonna die! Thought Liam as black spots started to appear in his vision. (2)

The feeling of something so vital taken from him was terrifying. it denied all rational thought and with it came something he was trying very hard to hide. A sickening feel came from the top of his mouth as Liam flexed a muscle he tried desperately to ignore.

Slowly his eyes zeroed in on the arm right below his mouth as the orifice opened revealing two large fangs. Pushing his chin down as far as he could Liam tried to bite a hole in her arm, luckily for him, something interrupted the two.

"Clarisse, get off him. You're gonna kill him!" yelled out a voice from behind them on the stage.

From his worsening vision and pain all throughout his chest, Liam could tell that she didn't let up. Behind them, he heard hurried footsteps before the pressure suddenly disappeared. Coughing, Liam gasped for air on his knees.

Meanwhile above him holding onto Clarisse who was still struggling to get back at Liam was someone who most other people in Camp Half-blood would know by name. Above him stood one Luke Castellan.

Slowly the girl's struggling slowed as Luke asked, "What in Hades do you think you were doing Clarisse?"

Said girl finally being brought out of the fight took a second to calm herself before answering. Stubbornly she pushed herself from the scarred boy's grasp before replying with, "W-We were just sparring."

Luke looked over to Liam who had a blood-stained jacket and sitting on the ground in front of them. Slowly his eyes drifted back over to Clarisse and he noticed a couple of her fingers were bent at an awkward angle.

"You call that sparring? You'd have killed have him if I didn't stop you," commented Luke looking at Clarisse with a disappointed look.

Clarisse looked over to the kid still on the floor and slowly her attitude seemed to drop as a guilty look washed onto her face before quickly fleeing. Apprehensively she walked over to Liam and leaned down towards him before firmly grasping his shoulder using her uninjured hand.

With a hard tug, Liam was pulled upright coming face to face with the girl that put him in the position in the first place. For a second Clarisse stared at him before she seemed to suddenly make up her mind.

"That was fun...I should have stopped earlier-" she began before stopping mid-sentence.

Clarisse's eyes traveled down to her wound then Liam's own before finishing it off saying, "If you wanna learn how to actually use that thing...come talk to me." sounding a bit more remorseful than before.

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Having said her not so apologetic apology the girl quickly headed off towards the rest of her cabin mates who all seemed to lose interest in the affair after the fight ended.

That's the best I'll get I guess. Though Liam as he watched her walk away.

The other person on the stage tried his best to put on an award-winning smile before quickly giving Liam a solemn pat on the shoulder then saying, "You're welcome, newbie. Heard about you from Chiron this morning. Hell of a first day, huh?"

Liam thought back to the Empousa stabbing him through the shoulder he disagreed, "Eh, I've had worse."

Luke didn't seem to react to the comment but looked down at the wound at his side. His jacket was cut through in a wide arc by his ribs and the blue color was stained an unsightly brown. With a frown, Luke told Liam, "Take off that stuffy thing, I don't know why in the hell you thought it was a good idea to fight in jeans and a winter jacket in the first place."

Sheepishly Liam rubbed the top of his head as he replied, "It was just what I had on. I didn't bring anything else."

Luke gave him a wry smile before finally introducing himself, "Name's Luke Castellan current Head Counselor of the Hermes cabin, at your service." with an overly dramatic bow.

Ever since Liam's first night with this whole supernatural part of the world, he's learned at least one thing and that thing was to just roll with it. Not that he'd be able to do much else; there was just too much stuff that nobody was willing, or able, to tell him. He guessed he'd get to the juicy bits eventually.

"You already know my name, but I'll go through with this anyway. Name's Liam Davis, sup." monotoned Liam as the scarred boy across from them motioned for them to head off-stage.

Luke was first jumping off without so much as a grunt before landing on the heavily trodden dirt below. Following just behind him was Liam holding his jacket in one hand and the bronze club in the other; as he passed by the weapon's rack the boy unceremoniously dropped the club to the ground. Just like his jacket Liam's shirt was cut open near his rib cage and stained and now drying red.

"Let's get that cut taken care of," called out Luke as he walked out towards the arena's main exit all of his cabin mates following close behind.

-Inside the Mess Hall, Lunch-

"So what I just say what I want and it'll appear?" asked Liam with a skeptical look on his face as Luke handed him an empty goblet.

Luke pushed himself into an open space nearby on the Hermes Cabin Table before replying. Whispering something under his breath the scarred Counselor took a deep swig from his own goblet then reassured, "Yep, just say whatever you want and as long as it's not alcoholic it should just appear."

After Liam's little soiree with Clarisse, Luke had taken it upon himself to make the kid feel a little more welcome than a spear to the ribs. Technically the Hermes cabin was supposed to be practicing in the arena till ten but them leaving a few minutes early wouldn't bother anybody. It also gave him a good excuse to keep the Stoll twins in sight without them complaining again. Luke ended up giving him a quick introduction to a few of his cabin mates and a quick tour of the camp if you could call it that. A quick dose of ambrosia later and a little tour later, it was almost time for lunch.

Well, after getting Liam decked out in bright orange like everyone else at camp.

Liam looked down at the golden goblet before thinking What the hell.

"Root Beer," ordered Liam while staring down into his empty cup.

As soon as the words left his mouth a light fizzing noise could be heard amongst the rambunctious talking before Liam's glass was magically filled with the brown soda. Liam quickly picked up the goblet before giving it a taste.

"Haah, nothing tastes better!" cheered Liam as he downed half the cup in one swig.

Looking at the empty plates in front of him Liam began to wonder Where do we get the food?

Almost immediately Liam's question was answered as a large assortment of beautiful women came from outside the dining pavilion carrying what seemed to be large platters of food in either of their arms.

Nymphs. Around thirty of them went about to each different table with people sitting at them and laid out the large platters in front of the kids. The platters themselves didn't seem to have as much variety as the drinks though.

The platters were filled with a random assortment of fruit (primarily grapes), cheeses, bread, and what looked like freshly cooked meats. One platter got sat in front of Liam by a girl that looked to be his age who just barely met his eyes as she walked past.

She was about five foot four with no real makeup on to speak of but that didn't pull away from her beauty. It was almost inhuman in a way, how her hair seemed to perfectly blend together with her green outfit or how her face seemed just a little too pointed and angular.

Staring at him the nymph gave a silent wink before continuing on. Liam's face burned before he quickly looked away. Wait a minute...how can I blush in the first place? Thought Liam as everyone around him filled their plates.

Shrugging it off he proceeded to grab a little bit of everything, focusing more on the meat than anything else. Slowly Liam's plate was completely filled with a meal that certainly gave him a rustic vibe before he noticed something.

Everyone else was standing up.

"Hey what are you guys doing?" asked Liam oblivious to the Hermes cabin march over towards the bonfire.

One of the twins turned back towards him, If Liam was remembering correctly this one was Connor, then explained, "An offering...it's respectful I guess. Supposedly they like the smell."

Looking at the line of people burning large portions of their meal Liam whispered, "weird."

From behind him the boy felt a familiar hand latch onto his shoulder and push him forward as Luke said, "Come on, just go along with it."

Liam gave him a silent nod before getting in line behind everyone else from his cabin. After what seemed like a solid ten minutes of watching people waste their food Liam finally arrived in front of the fire. Startling Liam a bit, there was someone in front of him.

Out in front of him leaned over the fire was a rather short young girl, who looked like red riding hood's long lost sister. Over her entire body was a silky red cloak while in her small hands was a stick which she used to periodically poke at the fire. Looking closer Liam could just barely see brown hair poking out from beneath the hood. (3)

"W-Who's that?" whispered Liam at the sudden appearance.

From behind him, Liam could hear Luke quietly ask, "Who?"

Liam took a quick peek over his shoulder at Luke before turning back to the girl pointing out his finger. In a quiet tone, Liam muttered, "She's right there..."

The little girl was gone like the wind, leaving him with nothing but a plate of food and the roaring fire in front of him. G-Ghost? Thought Liam blindly staring at the spot in which she stood.

Luke looked over to where he was pointing before saying, "Dood no one's there. Go up there already."

The fledgling took one last look at the place where she stood before dumping a part of his food in the brazier. As soon as the meat touched the flame below Liam could smell cooked steak as the meat almost immediately disintegrated in the flames.

To whoever cares I guess...thought Liam quietly looking up into the sky.

The rest of the meal went fairly normal for what Liam could expect out of a camp for demi-gods. There was some yelling and fighting coming from a particular table near the back (See Ares cabin for more details) and some other kids dressed primarily in pink that started screeching at each other over some boy. That was until one more kid walked in.

Coming in from the outside was a younger kid that had short-cropped black hair and sea-green eyes. As he entered the room the boy's eyes longingly looked at the Hermes table before he went over to one of the three emptied ones upfront, near were Chiron and Mr. D were sitting.

All around the pavilion hushed whispers were heard as the boy took his seat and one girl, in particular, glared a hole through the back of his head. Liam recognized the chick pretty well as just a few hours ago she had her arms wrapped around his throat.

Slowly Liam leaned over towards Luke and asked, "Who's that?"

The green-eyed boy quickly scampered over to the bonfire with his food in tow before haphazardly tossing some into it. After that, he gave one final nervous glance at all the eyes staring at him before running out of the Mess Hall bringing the plate with him.

"His name's Percy. He uh...no his dad's someone important. One of the Big Three." explained Luke still eating unlike everyone else, acting as if nothing happened.

Liam gave a glance to the back of the running kid's head before turning back towards the scarred Counselor and puzzling, "The Big Three?"

Luke gave him an annoyed look before letting out a low sigh.

"Chiron wasn't lying was he? You don't know anything about the gods..." muttered Luke before taking a second to think.

Liam thought about snarky back at Luke but it wouldn't do him any good so he coaxed, "Why don't you enlighten me then?"

"I'm not much for lecturing. Go talk to cabin six about it if you wanna know all about it, but they're basically the most powerful of the gods. Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. They're not supposed to have kids..." answered Luke with a scowl on his face at the topic.

Liam popped another grape in his mouth before trying to think of another way to approach the subject. Seeing the expression growing onto Luke's face Liam decided to just change the subject to something else. The Counselor looked downright sinister when the shadows passed over his scarred eye at the right angle.

"What did you say we have after this?" lightly questioned Liam trying to bring Luke out of his 'funk.'

Luke's countenance almost immediately shifted at Liam's question before his usual demeanor came back twenty-four karat smile and all. Turning back towards Liam the Head Counselor responded, "Next up is archery, newbie."

Oh, great... sarcastically thought Liam in his head.

-Near the Camp's Strawberry Fields-

Just a short walk away in one of the many strawberry fields stood a Satyr who much like the rest of his brethren at the camp spent his time tending the fields and surrounding wilds. This Satyr's name was Fran, unlike the rest of his kin he had something more to worry about.

That namely being the rabid wine god who had been out to get him ever since he woke him up during the night.

Pulling out a weed and throwing it behind him Fran thought Oh no, he'll go after the poor Satyr who delivered the message but not the Centaur that sent it in the first place. Ass wipe.

Fran wiped some of the sweat off his brow before looking down at the wooden bucket at his side. Slowly he began to pour out the rest of it evenly on the budding berries below before pulling out a row of reeds.

Giving it a test blow Fran grumbled, "Stay safe they said. Don't go out of the camp they said. And where did that get me?"

The Satyr played a light tune on his reeds that seemed to only make the budding berries shake with the tune. After finishing the song with an estranged growl fruit suddenly burst forth from the buds below him quickly ripening to a wholesome red.

"Stuck back in the fields, again!" seethed Fran as he picked up his empty wooden bucket.

Slowly he trudged his way over from the fields towards the camp lake to draw some more water for his plants. Fran gave a cursory glare towards the Big House where the source of all his problems was most likely sitting on his ass with a coke in hand.

After a few minutes of his goat feet impacting the dirt, the Satyr finally reached his destination. Out in front of him were the clear blue waters from which he drew for the fields.

A perverted smile came onto his face as he said, "That and the all too beautiful naiads. Looking like a double-wide su-"

Cutting off his perverted rant was a grapevine that inexplicably wrapped around his foot tripping him.

"Oh, fuck you too!" growled the Satyr as he pushed himself back up from the ground and leaned down towards the lake.

Unbeknownst to him, something below was watching.

Slowly his hand broke the water's surface as a layer of ripples disrupted the pond's peaceful atmosphere. Fran pushed his wooden bucket down below waiting for the water to rush inside. Absentmindedly the Satyr moved his view down into the depths below.

"What the?" called out the Satyr as two horse-like eyes met his own.

A Hippocampus? Thought the Satyr before noticing the three-pronged horns jutting out from its skull.

It was large terribly large, almost the size of one of the smaller cabins in the camp. Then there was the amphibian-like skin polka-dotted with splotches of black that matched the skin on its head. Each of its limbs ended in long terrible claws that seemed sharp enough to shave with.

Fran's heart rate quickly picked up as he stared on like a deer in the headlights.

Below him, he saw the mouth of the thing open to reveal a maw of teeth that had no reason being in any type of horse before he got out one last word.

"T-Tooth Tyrant?" stuttered the Satyr.

That day would be the last anyone would ever see of Fran the Satyr. No one would be able to find a single trace of him after the fact, not his mother, not his father, nor his naiad girlfriend just around the corner. The only thing anyone would find is a wooden bucket floating in the camp's lake.