<div align="center"><em>Abigale being <del>interrogated</del> questioned...</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>All of Chloe's questions were common ones. No matter how many times Abigale answered them, she always felt a little bit like a criminal being questioned. Likely because she had been through that several times in life. Truth was that it was only several hours into camp being open and Abigale was feeling a little frustrated. She'd been doing this every summer for six years. The first three she was one of the regular campers, but for the past three she had been Cabin Leader of Hermes and it was a rather draining job. She only realized this because she had, finally, left camp for something other than demi-god work over the fall and winter.<br/><br/>"Where? Long Island, New York. It's called Camp Half-Blood and our cover is Delphi Strawberry Service, we are the largest in country grower of strawberries and they pay most of the expenses around here. Satyrs and Mr. D help them grow, campers pick them, the harpies pack them, and Argus ships them," Abigale explained. She felt like a guide book for the camp, "How did you get here? Likely a satyr. That's how most of us get here. Satyr are sent out all over the country and world to find demi-gods and bring them here as safely as possible. When can you go home? At the end of summer. Though if you want, you can fill out a form at the end of summer and stay here year round. Up till last summer, that's what I always did. I don't have any family to go home to, so it was just easier to stay here," she shrugged a little, "And what are you doing here? This is a training camp. You'll learn how to protect yourself from monsters and how to live as normal a life as possible. This is the only safe place for us. Monsters and mortals can't get past the boarders. The only creatures in here are in the forest and those boarders keep them in there. Nothing can harm us here. For most of us...this is our only home."<br/><br/>Then there was the big question. Chloe's mother and why her, "I don't know who your mother is. I'd like to say it would be easy to find out, but it's not. We can guess, but there's no real way of telling. More so if we don't know your powers. There are thirteen main gods and goddesses, but hundreds of Minor Gods and Goddesses. And there isn't much of a way to make her claim you. While a lot of the Gods are good about doing that, some kids never find out. It's kind of...sad...but there isn't anything we can do about it. Best you can do is pray and hope she hears. Also trying to gain approval is something a lot f kids do. Just do your best at things and hope it gains her attention. I know that sucks to hear, but that's all we can do."<br/><br/>Abigale went back to her fruit. She hated giving news like that, but she was used to it, "Best thing to do is not to dwell on it and just try to have fun. This is my home and I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be," which she wasn't so sure about anymore, "The people here are great. Chiron is a great activities director and Mr. D is...well...he's here," she nodded a little, "After dinner we get to go to the amphitheater, make smores, and do sing-a-longs. I know that sounds pretty childish, but it's actually pretty fun. Or if you'd rather, I can just take you to cabin eleven and we can find you a bunk. I'm sure there is at least one left," she said with a smile.