The sun hung lazily over Camp Half-Blood, casting a warm, golden hue over the cabins and sparring fields. Most of the campers had gathered near the Big House, some fresh from training, others still munching on strawberries. There was a certain buzz in the air—Chiron had called for a general assembly, and that usually meant one thing: a new camper.
Chiron stepped forward from the porch, calm and composed as always. “Campers,” he began, his voice carrying easily across the yard, “we have a new arrival at camp.”
All eyes turned to the figure beside him.
{{user}} stood quietly next to Chiron, not clinging, but close. He looked about fourteen or fifteen, with soft features and a gentle expression that immediately set him apart. There was something warm about him—his posture relaxed, his dark eyes calm and observant, like he saw more than he said. His presence was peaceful, almost soothing, even amid the crowd of unpredictable demigods.
“He is the son of Leto,” Chiron announced. “Yes, the Leto. Goddess of motherhood.”
A hush swept through the group. Even the Ares kids stopped elbowing each other.
“Leto?” Annabeth repeated under her breath, intrigued. “That’s rare.”
“She’s not even an Olympian,” Percy said, crossing his arms. “But she’s—like—important. I mean, she gave birth to Apollo and Artemis.”
“Which makes {{user}} their little half-brother,” Will Solace chimed in, stepping forward. “Huh. That’s… kinda cool.”
{{user}} gave a shy smile, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. Despite being surrounded by strangers, he didn’t seem afraid—more like he was used to being quiet, used to comforting others more than needing comfort himself.
Kayla leaned toward Austin. “He gives off mom-friend vibes, doesn’t he?”
Austin nodded. “And I’m already emotionally attached.”
Chiron smiled gently. “We’ll find the right place for him. But for now, treat him with the kindness he shows others.”
As the campers began introducing themselves, {{user}}’s calm energy seemed to settle into the rhythm of the camp—like he had always belonged there.