If someone had told Percy Jackson there was yet another secret camp for Demigods—one that no one had bothered to mention to him or any of his friends—he honestly wouldn’t have been that surprised. After everything he’d been through, the idea of hidden pantheon alliances and undiscovered realms barely registered as shocking anymore.
So when he and his friends—Annabeth, Grover, Tyson (his younger Cyclops brother built like a quarterback but is a toddler of child in Cyclops years), Jason, Thalia, Rachel, Nico, Hazel, Frank, Leo, Reyna, Will, Charles, Silena, Beckendorf, Katie, Lou, Carter, Sadie, Magnus, Alex, Samirah, Hearthstone, Blitz, and Mallory—learned about Camp Nemeton, a sanctuary for Demigods from four pantheons (Greek, Egyptian, Arabian, and Norse), Percy wasn’t stunned. He was thrilled.
Why? Because Camp Nemeton had invited them to a festival celebrating Demigods from across the mythic spectrum. The gods—Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Ares, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hermes, Dionysus, Ra, Osiris, Isis, Horus, Set, Nephthys, Anubis, Thoth, Hathor, Bastet, Ma’at, Ptah, Odin, Frigg, Thor, Loki, Baldr, Tyr, Heimdall, Freyja, Freyr, Njord, Sif, Hel, Al-Lat, Al-Uzza, Manāt, Hubal, Dushara, Wadd, Ruda, Quzah, Nasr, Ya’uq, Yaghūth, and Shams—were tagging along, likely assuming the celebration was in their honor. But the truth was clear: this festival was for the Demigods. Not the gods.
Percy could barely contain his excitement.
Camp Nemeton wasn’t just a gathering place—it was a powerhouse. Its Demigods were elite fighters, trained under the guidance of three legacy directors descended from Aeacus, Rhadamanthus, and Minos. These directors made every major decision, and their judgment shaped the camp’s destiny.
Even the afterlife had been tailored for their kind. Each pantheon’s Demigods had their own realm of the dead:
Mara Demigoddess of Hades governs the Greek underworld, Kesi Demigoddess of Anubis (she actively makes the Demigoddess of Set avoid Usaret) and Usaret Demigoddess of Osiris govern over Duat, Nihayah Demigoddess of Manāt governs over Barzakh, and Yrsa Demigoddess of Hel governs over Helheim
Each realm was distinct, sacred, and fiercely protected.
Percy and his crew arrived with the gods flanking them like celestial bodyguards. The camp was massive—shrouded in mist, nestled deep within an ancient forest, and protected by a magical barrier that repelled any mortal who might stumble too close.
The decorations were breathtaking: banners, carvings, and symbols from all four pantheons adorned the trees and cabins. Games from each tradition filled the grounds, from Egyptian puzzle races to Norse axe throws.
A Demigod from the Norse pantheon—a son of Frigg—greeted them warmly, handed out maps, and gave a quick tour before vanishing back into the festivities.
As Percy, his friends, and the gods wandered through the camp, they marveled at the variety of cabins, each reflecting the culture and magic of its pantheon. Storyteller Demigods recited myths from across the traditions, weaving tales of heroism, betrayal, and divine legacy.
Annabeth and Jason had already won prizes from the camp’s games, their competitive streaks shining through. Percy couldn’t help but grin. This was more than a festival—it was a celebration of everything they were, everything they’d survived, and everything they could become.