You were a Praetor of the twentieth legion at camp Jupiter. The demigod camp for Roman demigods.

You were walking around camp in your usual attire, Roman armor, red cape, Jean shorts, purple camp shirt, Roman helmet and your sword on your hip.

Frank and Hazel were out guarding the boarder when they rushed inside with a boy you'd never met and an old lady in his arms. He looked like a god in disguise.