Chapter 2: I get a brother AND a new room
"Daughter of Poseidon… What does that mean?" I frowned.
"It means just what it sounds like. Poseidon is your father." Pride snorted.
"I know that! But why is it such a big deal?" I flicked Pride again, but it flew back up like nothing happened to it.
"Because Poseidon isn't just a god, he's one of the Big Three." Percy answered.
I let out a sigh. "And what is so important about the Big Three?"
"We should probably get inside the camp before any monsters come." Percy lifted up Nico and dragged him through the arch.
Great, more excuses, I groaned and picked up my backpack and followed Percy.
The camp caught me off guard. I didn't know exactly what to expect. With a name like Camp Half-Blood, it could be a lot of things.
The first thing I noticed were the kids sword fighting. They seemed to be giving it everything they had. What kind of camp was this?
"Isn't Nico the one who usually drags new demigods, not the other way around?" I heard a boy with curly hair and a mischievous smile that made me uncomfortable and at ease at the same time.
"Shadow travel." Percy shrugged.
I heard the sound of a horse galloping. More flying horses?
"Percy, who is that?" I heard a deep grand voice ask.
"Chiron, this is Myka. She's my half-sister." I looked around for this Chiron person that Percy was talking to.
"A pleasure to meet you, Myka. I am Chiron, trainer of heroes." An oldish-looking man with a wheelchair came out from behind a hedge.
"Chiron… aren't you a-"
"Centaur, yes. We were delivering strawberries so I had to put my wheelchair on."
"Ha ha, old man!" Pestilence doubled over laughing. I facepalmed myself.
Chiron raised his eyebrow but didn't say anything.  "You have Pandora's pithos?"
"More or less. It showed up in my backpack one day and it hasn't left since." I pulled out the vase from my backpack, letting all the Evils that were hiding in my backpack out.
Chiron opened the lid slightly and peered inside. "Hope is still inside?"
I nodded. "Well, I think so. I haven't heard anything from it otherwise."
"You should probably keep this." Chiron handed it back to me, much to my disappointment.
As I put it back in my bag, I heard Percy and Chiron whispering.
"I thought we gave that to Hestia!"
"So did I. Obviously it came into her possession for a reason."
"If that reason is to have the Evils annoy me, then I'll give it back." I butted into what they thought was a 'private' conversation.
Chiron raised his eyebrow again. "Percy, why don't you take Myka to her cabin? Annabeth can take her to the shed later."
Percy sighed but nodded. "Come on, Myka. You'll like the cabin."
I followed him to a big cabin made with blue stones. They glittered when I walked by, but I suspected that was the light reflected off the pithos. I could see a lake behind it.
"Welcome to Cabin Three. My bed is the one with all the stuff on it. Otherwise, you can pick whichever one you want." Percy swung open the door.
Either this was a cabin for a sea god or the person who decorated this cabin really loved the ocean theme. There was a waterfall on the foot of the beds and there were golden tridents attached to the bedposts. Best of all, the cabin was right next to the lake, set apart by a coral railing.
"Wow," was all I could muster.
"Ooh! That bed looks comfy!" Anger plopped onto one of the empty beds.
"No way. If you want to sleep anywhere, you can go back in the box." I flicked Anger off the pillow.
"There's plenty of room!" Anger whined.
"Ha! You didn't correct me that time!" I folded my arms triumphantly. Anger blew a raspberry at me.
I put down my backpack on the bed. It felt good to take it off, almost symbolic like a burden being lifted. Oh wait, I still had the Evils to bother me and now I needed to figure out what the heck this place was.
I noticed a pen lying on the floor. "Is this yours?" I picked it up.
"Er… yeah. Don't open it while it's facing you." I looked at the pen curiously. It looked like an ordinary ballpoint pen. Did it explode or something when you opened it?
I made sure it wasn't facing me and cautiously uncapped it. A giant sword popped out of it, nearly popping Gluttony in the process. At least I assume it would have popped Gluttony. If being run over by a train couldn't kill an Evil, (long story, but I was desperate.) I doubted a sword would.
"Sure coins the phrase the pen is mightier than the sword." I muttered and handed it to Percy.
"It's called Riptide. You will eventually get a weapon of your own." Percy capped Riptide and put it back in his pocket.
"Hmm. Wait a weapon? I don't use weapons…" I looked down at the floor.
"You'll need one. Trust me. Besides, Annabeth will find something for you." Percy gave me an encouraging smile.
I doubted that. I had a lousy aim and I was more likely to poke myself with a sword than anyone else. Although, the Evils had given me a lot of practice…