Camp Half-Blood is a camp filled with demigods of all kinds. Some forbidden— like Percy. But a child of a Titan was so unheard of.

Long lasting stares hit you as you walked alongside Dionysus, leading you to Hermes’ cabin. You definitely know the stares are towards you.

Demigods whispering and pointing. It’s not shocking why they’re doing it but a stone like feeling was stuck in your throat.

The sound of swords clashing hit your ears pretty soon as you walked closer to two people sparring.

Soon, you recognized a tall dirty blonde boy winning the duel. His movements were swift and fluid. When you got a better glance at him, it’s revealed to be Percy Jackson.

The tales of forbidden kids being killed were common, spread across. Seeing one breathing and fighting was shocking.

Percy seethed his sword, helping the other demigod up. A hand raked through his curls as her turned around with a controlled breath.

His eyes locked on you, almost like he noticed who you are instantly. What you are.

He stalked towards Dionysus and you, his arms crossed over his chest with a curious grin. “Let me guess, Eos? Themis? Oh! Selene?” He tried to guess, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he looked at your expression.