Hades, who's that? Oh, right my dad!

Listen, I never knew my father and any pictures of him didn't exist as far as I knew. But now I find out he's Hades, lord of the underworld, god of the dead and riches! Could this get any worse?

"A child of Hades, how did we not know?" Murmured Chiron.

"Don't blame me, I didn't know anything about my dad until, well, yesterday," I said, it had been a day after the game and her being claimed.

"No, we don't blame you." Mr. D took a sip of his diet coke.

I sighed and unsheathed my dagger and looked at my reflection. My pale skin, coal-black eyes and dark hair made me feel even worse.

"You'd best be off to dinner now." Chiron rested his hand on her shoulder sympathetically.

"Thanks, Chiron, Mr. D." I murmured and walked out of The Big House.

"Peck!" I looked up and recognized August and Alex.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Worried about you, you weren't at the dining pavilion so we came looking for you," Alex explained.

"Oh, uh thanks." I walked down the stairs of the porch and walked to the dining pavilion

I sat alone at my table, some Ares kids were giving me angry looks probably angry about losing the game from the previous night. Some Aphrodite girls were giggling and pointing at me while the Hermes kids hardly even looked at me. I enjoyed sitting by myself, no one could bother me and I could eat silently and question everything in life. I stood up when my table was called and scraped part of my food into the fire for Hades. Hey, Dad, it would be great if you could send me a sign, thanks. I walked back to my table, sat down and quickly finished my dinner. I put my dishes away and left the dining pavilion back to the Hermes cabin.

I walked to my bunk, I heaved a sigh and flopped over onto the end of my bed. It made no sense as to why I had to stay in the Hermes cabin even after I was claimed. True Camp Half-Blood had no cabin for Hades and lots of other greek gods, but it was so full in the Hermes cabin. I sighed again and curled up, pulling the covers over my face and fell asleep.

Maybe you get to have nice dreams when you're asleep, but us Demigods either get nightmares or warnings in dreams. Unfortunately, I dreamt of when August and I were being chased by that monster.

August and I were hiding behind a dumpster catching our breath. We both held our breaths as the monster slithered past and made a run for it, I had tripped and yelped as scraped my hands and knees. August had grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet and ran before the monster had even turned around. It let out a bloodcurdling shriek and charged after them.

"No!" I woke up in a cold sweat terrified. Four Hermes girls looked over at me.

"Nightmare?" One of them asked.

"Yeah," I replied sitting on the side of my bunk and pulling the blanket over my shoulders.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." Another girl promised me.

I looked at the ground for a few moments then stood up and walked out of the Hermes cabin. It was cold out, but dawn was approaching slowly. I was thankful for the cold morning as I walked to the Amphitheater, it was empty. I knew I could get in trouble for being out here after curfew but I honestly didn't care at all, I needed some air. I looked down and realized that the grass around my feet was dead. I brushed off some snow and sat down.

"What are you doing out here?" Someone asked after a while and I jumped.

"Getting some air," I replied looking over, I saw Alex of the Ares cabin.

"You must be cold," Alex said sitting down next to her and wrapping her with a blanket.

"Thanks, Alex." I looked over at him gratefully.

"We won't get into trouble from Mr. D or Chiron for being out here right?" I asked after a few moments.

"As long as we don't get caught." Alex chuckled.

I smiled.

"How long have you been at camp, Alex?" I asked.

"Since I was nine," his eyes darkened. "My mom died in a car crash when we were on our way here. August found me, luckily I had survived with some injuries. I've lived here ever since."

"I'm so sorry." I put my hand on his shoulder.

"It's fine, it was like three years ago." Alex used his sweater sleeve to wipe tears from his eyes.

I felt pity for my friend and I pulled him into a hug. Alex seemed to be surprised since he hesitated to hug her back but he eventually did.

"Thanks, Peck, I guess having a friend who's the daughter of the god of the dead isn't too bad." Alex quickly added, "not that it's bad or anything!"

"Don't worry about it," I said.