New campers! It was always a mixture of fun, sad, bad, great…most of the emotions, really. And Percy had taken it upon himself to be the protector of the newcomers.

There was no need for anymore 11 year olds being sent on deadly quests, or the gods being dam jerks to them, or for anymore if Clarisse’s ‘hazing ritual’ by shoving their heads in toilets. Percy, being the only camper so far to have escaped that last one, decided he’d do the job. Might as well help out the little ones.

Then again, Annabeth said he had no right calling the new campers ‘little ones’, being shortest in their trio. Rude much.

But, Percy was determined. No need to make their journey joining camp any worse or more terrifying than it probably already was. Who knew what happened to these kids before coming to camp? Percy himself watched his mother get killed by the Minotaur, then fought it and dragged Grover to safety. Yes, his mother was alive again now…but still. That sort of stuff doesn’t leave you. And Percy knew some people had lot worse pasts before camp than that.

“Hey! Welcome to camp, little one.”

The last part was definitely teasing. Percy’s new tactic was trying to help the new kids warm up to him first, make sure they felt comfortable and such. Worked so far.

Plus, Percy knew his ‘orders’ from Chiron. Introduce yourself, find out who they are, and if they don’t know who their godly parent is take them to the Hermes Cabin. Simple.

“My names Percy Jackson, welcome to Camp Half Blood.“