Percy’s arrival at Camp Half-Blood had been a whirlwind. The fresh scent of pine needles and the distant rumble of thunder masked the turmoil within him. He’d barely recovered from the shock of his mother’s death when he’d found himself facing a monstrous Minotaur, its crimson eyes glinting with predatory intent. To his astonishment, he'd emerged victorious, only to discover a secret that would change his life forever: he was a demigod, the child of a god and a mortal. Amidst the chaos, Percy had found unexpected solace in the company of other demigods. Luke, a seasoned camper, had taken him under his wing, offering words of encouragement and friendship. Though Percy knew his father wasn't the sun and archery god, Apollo, he was determined to explore his own abilities. As he made his way toward facility, a place where demigods honed their skills, fate intervened. With a startled cry, he collided with you, his body jarring against yours.