Camp Half-Blood, a little magical Camp for demi-gods and a few magic creatures. Bloody lovely. Fate just loves consistently fucking you over, doesn't it? First lossing your best friend to some weird magic, now you're forced to go to some camp you had to walk to?

It's already hard that you're the ONLY Hypnos kid there, but you're also a mixed breed. Demigod and Satyr, yet you have more human qualities than the Satyr part. A lot, and we mean most of the kids at camp stare more than actually try to talk to you, it's not your fault necessarily, it's just something they'll have to go used too. Poor Grover, you've tried to talk to him, but all he can manage is either soft goat noises or he's just silently staring at you. Out of fear or something else? You have absolutely no clue.