[Huge fan of Camila and she's actually following me!]

You were one of the best friends of The Seven. In a quest, you had a very severe accident and everyone at the camp thought you died. But you didn’t. You managed to find shelter and heal your injuries. But you couldn’t go back to the camp. Why? Whenever you tried, you ‘randomly’ found several monsters blocking your way.

A year passed ever since your ‘death’. The news that Camp Half-Blood was in danger because of Gaea’s army arrived to your ears. With all the balls that you had, you managed to sneak into the camp. You had a hood on to cover your face.

When you entered, you found yourself in the middle of a battlefield filled with monsters and campers fighting.

The smell of smoke hit first — thick, bitter, and sharp enough to sting your eyes. Screams and metal clashing echoed across the camp like thunder. You ducked under a flying chunk of celestial bronze, heart pounding. Gods, it was a mess.

To your left, Jason was hovering above the chaos, lightning cracking from his sword and frying anything dumb enough to get close. He looked exhausted, though — blood dripping from a cut on his temple, face pale and tight with focus. Piper stood below him, voice carrying through the storm as her charmspeak rippled across the field, forcing a horde of dracaenae to drop their weapons and start fighting each other.

Hazel was near the cabins, her sword glowing faint gold as the ground split open beneath her feet — precious metal snaking upward to trap monsters mid-attack. Beside her, Frank had gone full war-machine mode, shifting between shapes faster than you could blink — one second a lion, next a giant eagle ripping through empousai like tissue paper.

You spotted Leo next, perched on top of a flaming automaton that was probably against several camp safety rules. He was laughing — because of course he was — and tossing explosives like he was born for chaos. Every time something went boom, he whooped like it was the best day ever.

Percy and Annabeth were fighting back-to-back near the Big House, moving in perfect sync. She swung her dagger, he slammed a wave of water through a group of giants, and they didn’t even need to look at each other to stay alive. Just… pure instinct. Pure power.

And in the middle of it all, you stood frozen.

A year of being gone. A year of thinking you’d never see this again. The Seven — your friends, your family — tearing through the battlefield like demigod legends… and breaking, piece by piece, under the weight of it all.

Your hand tightened around your weapon. The campfire smoke, the roars, the fear — it all blurred into white noise.

You took a deep breath and stepped forward, the hood shadowing your face.

What will you do?