Camp Demititan--Part One

Note: If you haven't read the page Camp Demititan, you should, before reading the following pages.

I stood at the very tip of Long Island, overlooking the twenty-six cabins.

Finally, I thought. After three long years at Camp Half-Blood, Chiron has finally given me permission to start a camp for demititans.

Well, Chiron was kind of forced to. You see, when I first arrived at Camp Half-Blood, I had discovered that my immortal father was Oceanus, the Titan of the Seas. Pretty cool, right? Well, Camp Half-Blood didn't seem to think so. Everyone had treated me like an outcast. Kids from the stupid Ares cabin had made fun of me, saying things like "Are you proud your daddy destroyed Poseidon's kingdom?". It was really cruel. I mean, there I was, the most powerful being in Camp Half-Blood, being mocked about something which wasn't my fault.

Three years of torture and abandonment had cracked me up. The last day I was at their camp, a week ago, I had lost it. I summoned a hurricane of water and wind that the Poseidon cabin altogether hadn't been able to calm down. I nearly drowned everyone. And I felt horrible about it.

Chiron, for a long time, had denied the fact that we needed a demititan camp. Even when my dad had come busting down Chiron's doors, demanding for a camp, Chiron ignored it. He was afraid that a Camp Demititan would offend the gods. But then I finally convinced him to do it.

So here I was. I had picked the very tip of Long Island to build camp. It was going to be really big, nearly twice as big as Camp Half-Blood. Already we were getting demititans almost every day. Every cabin had at least five members. Cabin 25 had by far the most, because that cabin was shared by 3,000 nature deities.

We even had our own activities director: Leto, the Titaness of the young. Because she loved helping young people, she decided to help us.

That day, camp was running as smoothly as Camp Half-Blood. The cabins were on a field and to the east of those cabins was a sandy cliff that hung over the water. The kids at the forge were pounding away. The arena was full with children of Pallas, the Titan of battle and warfare, and Perses, the Titan of destruction. The gardens swayed in the breeze that never seemed to leave camp. Camp Demititan was a very nice place to live.

I headed back down to my cabin: Cabin Eleven, Oceanus.

Oceanus' cabin was tall and majestic. It was white with dark blue waves on the sides. So far, twenty demititans called Cabin Eleven as their own. My lieutenant, Joseph McAryle, came up to me.

"All clear?" I asked.

He nodded. "Perfect."

Lately, there was some strange shadow-like substance that kept entering camp and doing some damage. It seemed unkillable because anytime we would attack it with a celestial bronze weapon, it would simply pass right through.

It was nearing nighttime. I heard Leto shouting, "All right, kids! Time for bed! The harpies will eat anyone who breaks curfew, so beware!"

Joe accompanied me to the inside of the cabin. The inside had the same design as the outside. Blue beds lined the walls. Flatscreen T.V.s hooked up with game systems clustered around in the center. A bookshelf stood by every bed. There was a second floor, and a third one, but no one used them yet. I crawled into the nearest bed after getting into comfortable night clothes; the bed nearest the door, and fell right asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED...