New Meat

This has got to be it. Erika thought as she approached Camp Half-Blood. The camp mom was talking about.
For the past couple of months, she had been walking around like a
headless chicken, trying to figure out her mother's last words. What
camp was she talking about, and how did she get there? That question had
echoed in her head many times. It wasn't until her fifth attempt at
finding the right camp with worn out shoes, that she literally received
an answer from above in form
of her real father, Hermes. She chuckled as she remembered how long it
took for her to pull her together at the shock of having a genuine Greek
god for a father.

He was a really nice dad, though. Gave her some new
and improved shoes, information about Camp Half-Blood and a letter for
her to deliver to the camp director, who apparently also was the god of
wine. "Looks like this is going to be my new home, then." the
demi-goddess of travel and trade muttered, giving herself a tired, yet
satisfied smirk as she entered the camp doors.

(OOC: I tried to post this in the other topic, but then I figured out that the post was long enough to be an introduction post in a new topic. I hope that's okay?)