"The campfire?" I asked as she led me away from the cabins.
"Yes, we make a campfire every night at dinner to feast and give offerings to our parents. Well, our godly parents."
"What kind of offerings?" I questioned her nervously.
Taking a look at the expression on my face, she laughed, "The offerings are just small things like food, nothing too valuable."
I took a breath of relief, "Good." Annabeth led me into an area where a bunch of tables were set up. Annabeth glanced around.
"Usually, we are separated to eat with other demigods with the same parents. Like, the children of Apollo sit each other and the children of Hermes sit together. But, since you haven't been claimed yet, you can sit at the Athena table with me. I nodded as she led me to a table with a bunch of kids who all stared at me, as if trying to figure out how to beat me in a fight, which they probably were.
"Haven't been claimed yet?" One of the kids guessed.
"Yep," I sighed. Annabeth nudged me.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be claimed tonight. Per-" she paused, "we made a deal with the Gods." I nodded and stared at my plate. Although her words were comforting, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I glanced around and saw many people eating and throwing their offerings in a bronze brazier, but when I looked back down at my plate, it was still empty. I glance at Annabeth in confusion.
"Oh! Sorry, all you have to do is wish for the food you want to eat, and it'll appear. Same goes for the drinks." I nod at her and look back down at my plate.
I want a plate of crabs with some shrimp on the side and a Diet Coke.
I gasp in surprise as a steaming plate of crabs seasoned with Old Bay appear in front of me, with shrimp and Coke to go with it. The edges of my mouth turn up into a smile.
"Awesome!" I say in a low voice, my mouth watering. Annabeth looks over at me, amused.
"Don't forget to offer some of it," she says. I groan and reluctantly bring my shrimp over to the fire, dumping them into it. I watch the flames engulf them and sigh in disappointment. I realize that I should say something, so I think for a moment.
"Uh, dad, whoever you are," I mutter, feeling ridiculous, "accept this offering." All of a sudden, everyone is standing there, gaping at me. They whisper to each other in hushed voices and stare above my head. I turn to the Athena table to see Annabeth looking at me, shocked. "What?" I demand, "what's wrong?" Annabeth stands up.
She speaks in a whisper so soft that I have to lean in to hear her, "You are a daughter of Poseidon."