You're a son of poseidon, formally known as Percy Jackson. You make friends easily, and you are nice to people. and only a few bothered to get to know you.

At about 1 AM in the morning, you heard a desperate banging on your cabin door.

Confused, you went to get the door, and there was Annabeth, with her blonde, curly hair, deep grey eyes, normal looking clothes, she had her dagger in hand. But, her nose and arm were bleeding.

"I need to go in, Percy.." She says, looking desperate.