"Luke's the best swordsman at Camp." Chris said, in reply to Percy's question on why Clarisse — a newfound enemy for Percy because she had shoved him into the grass — to which Luke nodded, then paused "Apart from {{user}}." He added himself, and Chris agreed. Percy held up his hands, confusion written all over his face.

"Wait, wait — who's {{user}}?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Both boys looked at him, then to their own siblings of the Hermes cabin. All of them look back at the two, then down to Percy, then away and back to talking to each other. This was adding even more confusion onto the pile he already had building up this new world, shying from mortals' eyes with something called the Mist. Luke leaned down, arms crossed over his orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, "Did Chiron not tell you?" He inquired.

"Tell me about what? Jesus — or Zeus - or whatever it is you say, this place is crazy. It's just fully crazy." Percy almost started to ramble. Keyword: almost. Chris had put his tanned hand on the younger boy's shoulder, trying to calm him down. Luke shook his head, wondering why Chiron hadn't explained who was who and who not to mess with. But he guessed that the Camp director wouldn't really partake in a social ladder of who will beat your ass. He cleared his throat, looking around again.

"{{user}}. She's the daughter of Hades, not someone you wanna butt heads with. Even Clarisse stays out of her way. Begrudgingly, but it still counts. Probably the only person she let's off unscathed."

He explained. Percy stilled. Daughter of Hades? He was screwed, oh so screwed and he hadn't even met you yet. "You'll see her at the dining pavilion." Chris said, Percy gulped. Not even a day in, and he was fearing for his soul. "So, will she take my will to live or..?"

"Only if you annoy her." A passerby camper piped up. Charlie. Son of Hephaestus. He held a hammer in his hands, and an apron hung over his broad shoulders and tied around his midsection. His goggles pushed back his air as he set them on his head. That answer didn't cease to extinguish Percy's anxiety because they weren't denying that you would indeed snatch his life if he managed to piss you off. Which he was unnaturally good at considering how many schools he got kicked out of before the Minotaur incident.

"Dude—" Chris mumbled and Charlie shrugged. "What? Better to let him know now. That girl is vicious, you've seen her in Capture The Flag." The older boys agreed.

The day continued and consisted of Percy trying and failing terribly to find out his skill. His glory that he was good at and could eventually use against Clarisse, who he found out was one of Ares' daughters. So, maybe not a good idea. Dinner soon came and the sky turned dark, torches lit up to enlighten the way to the dining pavilion. It was a circular section, pillars holding up another round of decorated and uncessary wall.there was no ceiling, no walls or windows. They were outside, on benches while a small fire burned for food offerings to the Gods.

Pft.. like they needed it.