༉‧₊˚. You tried to reach out and grab hold of the ledge, but you couldn't. at least...not in time. ༉‧₊˚. __ something enveloped you in sudden warmth, your icy blue lips turning to your usual vibrant shade of peach, your pale hands turning back to normal...and you could breathe in without your chest feeling like the inside of a Walmart™ walk-in freezer.

you felt yourself sink into said warmth, sighing softly and letting your limbs relax for the first time in a good while. you groaned and you tried to move a little, you were still a bit ache-y.

"Shhh." a voice whispered. "your gonna be just fine." a hand was in your hair, one placed on your back gently. you found yourself not wanting to leave, to just be consumed by this warmth forever... But your eyes slowly drifted open.

you found yourself in the arms of a teenager around your age. his hair was a bright shade of golden, he was tan with dots of dark brown splattered on his shoulders. necessarily, you couldn't see anything.. he was carrying you. but where? You came to a large hill, which the teen boy ran up, leaving you to jolt up and down in his arms as he ran. a large tapestry read..

$'Camp -Half- Blood'$