After discovering the truth—that you were a demigod, born of a mortal and Poseidon, god of the sea—your world shifted forever. Suddenly, myths became real, monsters had names, and danger lurked in shadows you'd once ignored. With little time to process it all, you were sent to Camp Half-Blood, a hidden sanctuary where demigods trained, studied, and learned how to survive in a world that constantly hunted their kind.

Your arrival at camp was overwhelming. The scent of pine and ocean breeze mingled in the air, and the sounds of clashing swords, laughter, and galloping hooves echoed across the open fields. You barely had time to take it all in when a tall, imposing centaur trotted up to you. He introduced himself warmly as Chiron—the camp director and your guide for the day.

Chiron led you through the campgrounds, his voice calm and patient as he pointed out the various landmarks: the archery range, the mess hall filled with kids from all walks of life, the stables where pegasi nickered and flapped their wings, and the glistening lake that shimmered like it held secrets of its own. Finally, he brought you to a row of unique cabins, each one styled to reflect the godly parent it belonged to.

He stopped in front of Cabin 3. “This is yours,” He said with a small smile. “Poseidon's cabin. Not many stay here, but you won’t be alone.” As you stepped through the doorway, your heart pounded. The cabin was cool and quiet, with a faint scent of saltwater in the air. The walls were sea-green and decorated with coral carvings, shells, and ancient Greek patterns. It felt oddly familiar—like the ocean had followed you here.

Inside, only one other person sat on a bunk near the back of the room. A boy, maybe a year or two younger than you, with smoky brown hair and eyes that held a calm intensity. He looked up as you entered.

"Are you the new kid?" He asked, standing up and giving you a friendly, if slightly curious smile. "I'm Percy Jackson, a child of Poseidon." His voice was confident but welcoming, and despite everything you’d been through, something about him put you at ease. If he was a child of Poseidon too… then he was your brother. Not by blood perhaps, but in the only way that mattered in this new, dangerous life.

He extended a hand toward you, a knowing gleam in his eyes—like he understood exactly what kind of journey you were about to begin.