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The Daughters of the Big Three

Chapter Three

I walk through the entrance and look around the meadow. It is beautiful. There are groves of trees, a stream, and acres of strawberries. All surrounded by rolling hills, one of which has a large pine tree. There are amazing looking cabins. We must’ve been on the shore of the island. There was an arena, amphitheater, and an open-air pavilion. Teenagers roam about the camp in orange T-shirts.
“Wow,” I say.
“I know right?” Oliver smiles. “Come on. Let’s go meet Chiron and Mr. D.”
We walked to a large house where there are two men, one of which was in a wheel chair, sitting at a table.
“Good afternoon!” Oliver says as we approach them. “Mr. D, Chiron, this is Elaina Day.”
“Hi,” I hold up my hand and smile awkwardly.
“Nice to meet you, Elaina,” Chiron says. He coughs looking at Mr. D.
Then Mr. D sighs. “Hello, welcome to Camp Half-Blood. Yada-yada. Don't expect me to like you.”
Chiron turns to one of the closest campers. “Accailia!” A girl with light brown hair and electric blue eyes turns to us. “Why don’t you give Elaina here a tour of the camp?” Turning back to me he says, “Accailia will give you a tour, then afterwards you may come to dinner.”
I walk over to Accailia and give her a smile. “Welcome to camp!” She says, returning the smile. “You can ask me anything you would like to know. Let’s start over at the arena!”
Accailia turned out to be very nice and funny. It all seemed a bit awkward for her. So I tried to make friends with her. Which is difficult for me too. We tour the whole camp just in time for dinner. I have to sit at a different table then her though for dinner. Sacred rules or whatever. That’s when I found that she was the daughter of Zeus-and the only one. I sit with the Hermes kids because apparently anyone unclaimed can sit there.
The food magically appears on the plates. And your goblet fills up with never-ending supply of any drink you want! How cool is that?
After dinner everyone just kind of hangs out until the bonfire. Where they do announcements, singing, stuff like that. I walked over to Accailia.
“Daughter of Zeus, huh?” I say.
She shrugs. “I’m not the only one who has to sit alone. A girl, she’s the daughter of Hades, often is alone. But another boy called Nico drops in every once in a while.” She points to a girl then moves her finger to a boy. “And that boy, his name is Percy, he’s the son of Poseidon. Other than us we’re the only loners.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “It’s not like you can’t see other people during the rest of the day? Right?”
“Right,” She smiles. “Hopefully you’ll get claimed at the bonfire tonight.”
“Claimed. Every keeps saying that. Is that when your godly parent says that they’re your mom or dad?”
“Basically. They normally will like put a sign above your head or something. So when everyone looks above you and gasps. Don’t be too embarrassed or anything.”

Have you ever moved to a new school and the teacher makes you stand in front of the whole class and they introduce you? Well that’s how I felt at the bonfire.
After some songs and other announcements for games and stuff. Chiron made me stand up so everyone could see me.
“We gained a new camper today! Everyone, this is Elaina Dae,” Chiron introduces me.
After everyone sort of calmed down and returned their attention back to Chiron and I had sat down, I was claimed. Someone simply shouted “Look!” And pointed at me. Then everyone looked above my head. I made out some sort of green fork which I realized was a trident right before it disappeared.
The campers all started to kneel. And Chiron announced “It is determined.”
Honestly, I hate a ton of attention. So I felt a bit awkward and embarrassed even at the moment.
“Poseidon,” said Chiron. “Earth shaker, Storm bringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Elaina Day, Daughter of the Sea God.”

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