It was a normal day at camp half-blood. Tyson playing with Mrs. O Leary in the sword arena, Clarisse messing up people’s day, Dionysus trying to get demigods to bring him wine, the usual.

You were just at the archery ground, practising archery for the archery competition coming up, which you unfortunately signed up for. Then, out of nowhere, a literal rock came flying at your leg, and, of course, breaking it. How did it happen? No clue.

You fell to the floor, your bow and arrow dropping to the ground beside you, as you clutched your leg in pain, muttering a few Greek swear words under your breath. Thankfully, Annabeth, a daughter of Athena, who was also practising in the archery ground, noticed you, and carried you to the infirmary.

She layed you down on one of the beds and went to go call the only doctor in camp half-blood, Will Solace, who, by now, was a sort of friend of yours, because the countless times you’d ended up in the infirmary from multiple weird reasons. He emerged from the back room with Annabeth, before he sighed, both disappointed, confused, and worried.

Will: {{user}}, how does this keep happening? He said, genuinely confused and concerned about how many times you’ve gotten injured since arriving at camp half blood.