This is NOT Camp Rock

-POV Noah-

I think I'm in the beginning stages of becoming mesmerized by these powers of mine. No words that come to mind can accurately describe the utter euphoria I'm experiencing right now. It's like a shock that I never want to end. I could definitely get used to this. 

I've compiled a list of all of my discoveries on my powers in the last couple hours. That should help me plan out possible future paths I can take when it comes to developing these awesome new abilities. 

It's just so crazy, like, I have powers bro! I can't get past that part. So far they've been straightforward to use, it's just that anything I do requires energy. Shaping said energy is where things take a small little turn. If I try to push too hard, it lashes out. Enough for me to know that I'm not ready for certain aspects of my new powers. Now, I may be immune to the heated part of said lash out, but others aren't. It also takes a heavy drain on my stamina. At the very least I've come up with possible bombing moves, and perhaps even a final explosion.

Shout out to my boy Vegeta. 

Long Island isn't even all that far, seeing as I'm only 20 minutes into my super-speed run and I'm already closing in on a camp. I've also managed to coat my arms in plasma, and I'm even considering trying to make wings for myself using my new power. (Still gonna call this star-burst energy to anyone that questions it.) Throughout my trip I've been doing a bit of shadow boxing to make sure that I have the ability to fight while using said powers. I don't want to be caught off guard and not even know how to defend myself. 

If I'm being completely honest, I'm not even really tired, despite the long run; doing cross country alongside track has done wonders for my stamina. 

I haven't made as much progress as I want to, but this'll have to do. I want to coat my whole body in plasma, but I'm not ready for that; the stamina drain is high enough just doing my arms and legs together. 

I think I'm here. Giant tree…check. Translucent barrier that I can kinda see due to certain tricks of the sunlight…check. Alrighty then, Imma just walk on through and…

"MY TOE!"

Let's try that again. This time, I'll start by pressing the palms of my hand against it like so. And…voila! I'm in.

I've been here for approximately 4 seconds, and there's already a big man with a beer belly just staring at me. He lowkey reminds me of a taller Bo' Rai Cho, just without the man bun. 

I'm still curious as to why the barrier showed resistance against me. In my visions, it was supposed to let demigods walk straight through without any problem. A thought for later. 

I can see Bo' Rai Cho sigh from here, as he raises his head and opens his mouth to speak. "Nice of you to join us. Make sure to get a move on already, we've got plenty to discuss, and I've got some questions that you're going to answer." Is it just me, or did I witness his eyes catch on purple fire?

Must've been my imagination.

Guess I'll just walk on up then. This strawberry field is beautiful. I really want to grab one. I'm genuinely considering it too. Actually, I'm just gonna do it, there's plenty of them here anyways.

"If you take a strawberry, I will transform you into a mongoose and throw you into the backyard of a random house in North Dakota."

Nevermind, I guess I'll just stick to the grand tour.

-POV Chiron-

Dark times are coming. Forces beyond even the gods are stirring, and I don't think we can stop them this time. 

For millennia we've managed to scrape by. War after war, conflict after conflict. It gets tiring. I am tired. It is well and truly completely understandable why so many divine beings have decided to fade in recent times. I wouldn't mind leaving sometime soon as well. Yet, I cannot in good faith leave the world in its current state. There will always be more conflict, and more heroes to train. 

That is my purpose. My driving force towards the better worldI wish to create for demigods. 

I have faith in this new generation that's come forward. Young Percy, Ms. Grace, all of them show promise. This capture the flag game will be what lets me know that I've made the right decision. The hunters are, respectfully, a speck of dust compared to what we'll all be facing in the near future, and the campers will need all of the experience they can get. It's demoralizing to witness so many young heroes lose their lives. 

Speaking of Ms. Grace, she's really stepped up since she's been back. She's taken to training the other demigods in weapons combat with young Perseus. They clash quite often but I cannot lie when I say that their cooperation has been nothing but beneficial to the growth of all the young demigods here. They're very similar to their godly parents in that regard.

There's been plenty of new arrivals recently as well. It seems to me that the gods have been busy in the past couple of years. 

Just yesterday, a servant of Lord Apollo came and told us to await the arrival of another child of his. I tried to get questions out of the girl, but her only words before she vanished in a flash of sunlight was that he's "important". 

"I'm getting too old for this.", I sigh to myself while looking at the unfinished pinochle game between Mr. D and I. 

We've had less and less time to prepare these children. It's hard to admit, but the children may not survive this war. Aside from the help provided by certain demigods, I feel as though I'm dealing with all of this myself. I can't even fault Lord Dionysus for his lack of care towards the demigods either, watching so many of his kin die over the years has desensitized him heavily. Even his sons are almost a passing passion. Despite being in the same camp as them, he still has to minimize contact anyways. 

Lord Zeus sure does take his punishments seriously. Although I believe that all these threats to his kingdom within the span of a decade have made him antsy. I'm still surprised that I've managed to steer clear of his anger all these years. 

I would take the time to welcome our new demigod, but that will have to be postponed until later. For now, I have much to think about. 

-POV Noah-

This place is cool and all, but I'm so hungry. The cabins are nice, the activities seem interesting, and I've still got plenty of questions, but I need my food. 

"This is the end of your tour and where we part ways. Over to your left is the Hermes cabin. That's where you'll be staying for the foreseeable future.", Annabeth said with the driest tone I've ever heard. She's a good looking girl. Blond hair, stormy grey eyes, kinda short, and great proportions all around. If I could say her best feature, it would have to be her face. 

Mr. D wasted no time when it came to dumping his work onto someone else. I almost lost my life just from asking his name.

He's not what I expect when I think of someone that's considered a god, and If I'm being completely honest, ignoring the power difference, I'm without a doubt more godly than him.

"Why am I going into Lord Hermes' cabin if we both know who my father is?"

She gives me an even drier look, as though I'm somehow supposed to already know whatever she's about to say. While it's a small thing to react to, something about that pisses me off heavily. 

"You're unclaimed, so you can't stay in any other cabin. Lord Hermes is the god of travellers, and he has offered to host all of the unclaimed children of the other gods, as well as the children of the minor gods. You fall under that category." Wow…that was…blunt. Maybe it's just a child of Athena thing.

"Thanks for the clarification, you're so kind!", I cheekily replied, making sure to sound as condescending as possible. She doesn't seem like a bad person, I just really love rage-baiting. 

I make sure to skedaddle before she can hit me with a witty reply. Now where are those obstacle courses at? I'm tryna break some records!

-POV Artemis-

Mount Othrys is the only place that has ever made me feel unsettled in all of my godly existence. The obsidian floors echo every noise.

The weight of the sky doesn't make it any better. This is an incredible burden to bear. It takes a heavy toll on every part of you. My mind, my body, even my divine abilities feel heavier. It's a testament to Atlas' strength that he was able to keep this held high for thousands of years. 

It highlights my father's ability to punish those he deems fit just as much. 

While I want to believe in my hunters, The General isn't something that they can handle. His strength is rapidly being regained, and even weakened, I find it hard to believe that they can best him in the most optimistic of circumstances. 

I can hear footsteps approaching. Lighter than The General's. Faster.

It's the Castellan Boy. 

"The hunter goddess, trapped, just as she would trap any prey she fells. How does it feel to finally be doing something productive after thousands of years of frolicking around with your girlfriends?" His cockiness, while infuriating, can't hide the fear hidden behind his eyes. Something is happening, and I don't know what. Even so, it isn't hard to tell when you pay slight attention. His shoulders are slumped, and he's slightly dragging his legs in his stride. 

"Mind your words boy, they could be what keeps me from stripping you of what makes you one once I'm free." My reply was frosty, but his was far colder, and I could see the anger in his eyes. "Cute words from a weak goddess that got caught trying to find a glorified cow." 

"What do you want? What do you gain from this? You must understand that Kronos' reign would be far worse than us Olympians." My words were questions, but I worded them casually. No matter the strain I'm going through, I cannot in good conscience show weakness to this singular mortal boy.

"Our goals are beyond your understanding. All you need to do is sit here and wait for whoever gets a quest to come try and save you. So sit still, be a good girl, and stay quiet." 

I was just about to reply before another voice rang out from behind him.

"There's no need to waste your time here boy. You go and accomplish the task assigned for you, I'll take it from here." I can hear it in his voice, but I cannot see him, it's Atlas. The titan of endurance. Despite my unwillingness to show weakness, I can no longer keep my head up. 

"Tiring already? What do they feed you deities these days?"Atlas' fake disappointment doesn't faze me. I don't have the energy to deal with that anymore. The sky is my priority for now. I don't need to reply to anything he says. 

"It's fine, I don't need you to respond anyways, just pay attention to what I've got to say.", I can hear rustling above me that abruptly stops, "I'm going to take good care of your hunters while you're gone. Especially your lieutenant, Ms. Nightshade. You should thank me, even, I'm doing all your leftover work for you while you're here helping me out." I can hear the growing smile on his face as he says all of this. It's sickening. 

"Welp, my work here is done. I'll be back soon Artemis. Make sure to save some of your energy for the main event."

I'm going to rip his heart out.