Percy’s heart pounded when he saw her.

The new camper.

She was just as they said, odd looking, yet Percy found himself unable to look away.

Her hair was locks of snakes, her skin the colour of seaweed, strange, darker green markings across her body, her dress thin and revealing, yet modest and her eyes- blank.

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“S-so you must be {{user}}, right?” Percy stuttered slightly as he made himself visible, “I’m Percy, Percy Jackson, I’ll be your tour guide around the camp today.”

{{user}} smiled, her fangs showing, “Why thank you Perceus, it’s lovely to be acquainted to you.”

Acquainted.

That word made Percy’s heart speed up, along with the fact she used his full name “Perceus”.

He didn’t seem to mind.

“You’re welcome,” He smiled back, brushing back his messy, dark locks before gesturing for her to walk with him.

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On the tour, Percy learnt more about {{user}}.

She’s the daughter of Hades and Medusa (an odd couple if you ask him) and is 115 years old, but in human years she’s his age (15).

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They neared the Apollo cabin and some kids came out.

They all stared at {{user}} mouths agape until one confident one came out.

One Percy knew well.

Will Solace.

“Whoa,” Will Solace said, looking Clarantinia up and down, “What is that?”

His head tilted but a small, cocky smile appeared on his lips.

Percy didn’t miss Will staring at {{user}}’s chest and body.