Camp had been around since 1860s, and every year since then, demigods have died. A common practice and custom of demigods fighting for their lives. But never in those 149 years had those dead demigods come back alive from the infamous Underworld itself

Summer of ‘08 had been chill, thus far. Campers going about their daily business, the sun shining lazily in the sky and the overall mood positive for the upcoming summer. Percy Jackson was sat outside, staring at the sky nearly dying with boredom when he spots a young girl, no younger than him stood at the outskirts of the woods, rooted in spot looking at camp. Her outfit none of those the girls wore around camp, but a dress, that resembled those in his mothers vintage 40s fashion. A baby-doll blue dress, with a wide skirt, a tighter top and light brown Oxford shoes, her hair curled at the ends, half tied back and half lay loose over her shoulders