Percy agreed to walk me to my assigned cabin - cabin eleven, home to the children of Hermes, after giving me a comprehensive tour of where I would be living. He explained that until my father claimed me, which could be any time between now and never, Hermes would be my patron god.

Hermes was the messenger god, so naturally he had a nomadic spirit and a soft spot for travelers. Hermes' kids were expected to take in unclaimed children as their own and house them until further notice.

Percy broke the cabins down into two groups; the Olympian group and the Minor group. The Olympian group consisted of the twelve gods who had a spot on Mount Olympus (which was apparently located at the top of the Empire State Building). The twelve gods were Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hera, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, Aphrodite, Athena, Hephaestus, Ares, and Dionysus, but occasionally he took turns with the goddess Hestia.

The Olympian group was home to cabins one through eleven, excluding Hades. There was one isolated cabin off to the side that Percy said belonged to Nico Di Angelo, the son of Hades. He pointed out other isolated corners of camp where other campers had recently built cabins to accommodate their minor godly parents.

Cabin one was the biggest of all of the cabins; the obvious leader of them. Zeus. It was big, bulky, and built with obvious inspiration from traditional greek architecture. The cabin itself was made of white marble, with two grand columns in the front. Its door was bronze, with lightning holograms that seemed to change every few seconds and shine brightly, even through the rain. Through the carved windows of the cabin, I could see that there was a twenty foot statue of Zeus in the back of the cabin; high, mighty and holding a huge thunderbolt that flickered before my eyes. The ceiling of the cabin had tiles that immigrated the movement of clouds in the sky, and I even heard a soft distance sound of a storm inside. Oddly enough, I felt an immediate connection to the cabin. It was magnetic, almost as if it were drawing me closer and closer.

I barely got to the entrance when Percy hauled me back to the camp cabin tour.

Cabin two was almost cabin one's twin, but more petite and girlies somehow. It was Hera's, the wife of Zeus. The two columns in the front matched her husbands, but were less bulky and lined with pomegranate and salmon colored flowers. On the sides of the cabin's marble walls were beautiful images of, what I assumed to be, elegant peacocks with their multicolored feathers fanned out for all to envy. The cabin had no beds inside and a tall, elegant statue of Hera stood in the middle of the cabin, just like the first.

"What's the point of having a cabin if it doesn't have any beds inside?"

"Hera's a virgin goddess. Being the goddess of marriage, she likes to uphold her vows to Zeus by not having any children. We have the cabin as a sign of respect, that's all," Percy looked at the cabin nostalgically and I'd wondered if he'd ever met Hera.

Cabin three was to the left of Zeus' cabin, and it was where Percy lived.

The cabin was turned to face the sea, and a portion of it was wooden; open to the air with a dock that led out to the lake I had seen when I first arrived to camp. The cabin itself was long and slender, made of what looked like grey limestone. The closer I got to the cabin, the more subtle details I began to notice; small chunks of coral, seaweed, and elaborate seashells I had never even seen before lined the walls of the cabin in elusive patterns. It even smelled like the ocean, which only made me miss home even more. Percy said his father had designed the cabin himself before he was born, and my heart swelled at the thought of my father thinking of me in the same way, but the thought seemed too good to possibly be true.

Cabin four was Demeter's cabin, goddess of the harvest and agriculture. The cabin stood out from the first three I had seen because it looked the most like an actual cabin. The top of the small, hazel colored cabin was lined with authentic, lush green grass. Every single window in the place was adorned with a kaleidoscope of exotic flowers, which only made the cabin stand out more amongst the others. The place practically screamed nature. It kind of reminded me of the cottage from Snow White. Maybe Demeter's kids were dwarves.

Next was Ares' cabin, and I immediately remembered how Danny thought I was his daughter. From the second I laid eyes on the cabin, I knew there was no way on heaven or earth this guy and I were related.

I heard cabin five before I even saw it; aggravated screams fought their way through the punk rock music that blared from the two beat up speakers by the front door. It was ten different shades of chipped, red paint and barbed wire lined the sandpaper roof. Right in the center of the entrance was a stuffed boar head that Percy said was meant for them to look tougher than they actually were. I wasn't so sure. The boar's beady little eyes seemed to follow you everywhere and that kind of gave me the mega creeps.

Then came cabin six, which looked the coolest to me, but Percy wasn't so much of a fan...something about Athena hating his guts.

It was completely grey, but not the bleak depressing kind. It appeared almost silver in the light, etched with ancient greek writing and adorned with images of regal owls on the periphery of the cabin. It was quiet...almost completely silent. Percy said it was like that almost constantly; Athena's kids were born brainiacs so they spent ninety percent of their time studying or coming up with inventions and battle strategies.

Cabin seven was Apollo's cabin, and it was gold. Blindingly gold. I assumed it was supposed to resemble the sun, since it was almost painful to look at, even when it was cloudy outside. Some of campers inside looked like sun-tanned beach gods and surfer kids who looked like they belonged on some sort of California reality T.V show; others were straight up Portland and Seattle hipsters, tucked away in the quiet spaces of their cabins and reading poetry books while drinking iced coffee. Some were even playing musical instruments quietly and etching songs down in a notebook.

They looked like an interesting bunch, but Percy and I didn't stick around to introduce ourselves, in case we went blind from the shiny gold cabin.

Artemis, Apollo's twin sister's cabin was almost identical to Athena's in its silver nature. However, instead of pictures of owls, it had hundreds of wild animal and moon carvings on the sides. Inside it was totally empty, like Hera's cabin.

"Do you know the origin of your name, Orion?" Percy studied the cabin with stoic eyes.

"I know it's a Greek constellation and something about a belt."

"True, but not exactly. A long time ago Artemis had this friend named Orion. They got along really well since they both liked to hunt. In fact, they got along so well that she considered marrying the guy. But her twin brother, Apollo, sent a scorpion after him with the intention of killing Orion. When Artemis found her lover dead she was completely heartbroken. As tribute to him, she placed him in the stars and vowed never to love another man again."

Percy said Artemis had no children because she, along with Athena, and Hera, was a virgin goddess, and pledged never to be with a man. With the exception of Hera being the goddess of marriage, and honoring her marriage to Zeus, of course.

Instead of her own children, Artemis has this band of huntresses that had pledged their loyalty to her in exchange for immortality. They were also unsurprisingly led by Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus. Occasionally, they visit camp and hang out, but it's very rare. Lately they've been tracking down some lost spear that belonged to Hades, so they haven't had time to stop by.

"Wait, but Athena has kids," I protested, recalling the blonde haired and grey eyes children in cabin six. "Isn't she a virgin goddess?"

"That's where things get a little weird. Athena was spawned from Zeus' thoughts. She was born from his head. Literally. So all her children are conceived and born in the same way."

I scoffed. "This just gets better and better."

Our tour led us to the ninth cabin, home to the children of Hephaestus, who was the god of all blacksmiths, craftsmen and engineers. The door to the cabin was some sort of vault with maybe more than fifty gears and levers to open it. The exterior of the place was bronze, with metal tubes emitting heavy clouds of black smoke at all times. In the back of the cabin, I could see a pile of junk -everything from rubber tires, to old bathtubs and refrigerators; but kids were actually having the time of their lives fishing through it. The place looked like an actual factory. Not my style.

Cabin ten belonged to the goddess of beauty and all things pink. Aphrodite. Percy said it was his personal favorite cabin and I could see why. It was filled with girls who looked like they belonged on the cover of Teen Vogue. Even the guys were beautiful, and not to mention extremely well dressed. Some were scrambling around trying to piece together a wardrobe for next week, while others were singing their hearts out to the radio's Top 20 Love Hits playlist.

Upon first glance, the cabin looked like an actual barbie dream house, with multi colored, corny carnations in every windowsill and lace curtains adorning the edges of each window and door frame. The cabin itself reeked of sweet, cotton candy perfume and it was melting my nose from the inside out, even though I was standing a good twenty feet away from the entrance. I found myself thanking the gods I wasn't eligible to be Aphrodite's daughter.

After what seemed like hours of Percy explaining every cabin, its god, its origin, its sacred animal, its counselors and its significance, we had finally reached cabin eleven - my temporary home.

Hermes' cabin was the most ordinary looking cabin out of all the ones I had seen. It was a worn out, wooden lake-house cabin painted an ugly pastel yellow color, with steps leading up to a creaky old wooden door.

Inside it was anything but ordinary. The place was a total madhouse - kids ages as young as seven, and up to twenty were running around spraying each other with water guns, silly string and...a liquid I really wanted to assume was apple juice. It was the most crowded out of any of the cabins I'd ever seen.

The place smelled like moldy pizza wrapped in sweaty gym shorts, and even that sounded more appealing than the stench that was burning my nostrils and eyes.

Where was the Aphrodite cabin when I needed them?

"Nope. No way. I'm not doing this," I tried to weave my way around Percy but he just laughed at my squeamish nature and held me in place.

"Come on, you said its only temporary, right?"

"Right! Just let me go make a quick phone call to Mount Olympus or send my dad an email, or - ooh! Do you think I should make a smoke signal? Would that get his attention?"

Percy rolled his eyes and signaled for someone to come over. Well two somebodies. They were identical twins. They had the same elfish features, same rebellious gleam in their electric blue eyes and same unsettling, mischievous smiles.

"Travis and Connor Stoll, meet Orion Vera. She's unclaimed, so she'll be crashing here for a while," Percy said.

"Oh gnarly! Fresh meat!" Travis, or maybe Connor, high-fived his brother...the other Travis...or Connor.

"Lay off, alright? She's had a rough week. Got any extra sleeping bags?"

The twin on the left scratched his chin while the other scratched his mangled mop of brown hair that hung over his blue eyes.

"Yeah, Aphrodite claimed Mary-Kate Ellison this morning, so you can have her sleeping bag," the twin on the right fished a raggedy old sack off the floor and tossed it to me without even blinking.

"Man, I think she peed in that," the left twin grimaced.

"Ew! Gross!" I shrieked, throwing the sleeping back on the floor before wiping my hands on my jeans.

"Gotcha!" The twins yelled in unison and high-fived again.

"Okay, now that you've officially met Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber, I guess I can go now. Don't forget, you have training tomorrow morning," he reminded me and began to walk towards the creaky old door. "Behave, you two." Percy warned the twins and gave me one last apologetic goodbye smile.

Yeah, yeah. Go back to your luxury five star cabin, Wonder Boy.