When you arrived at the camp, you already knew that not everyone was claimed by your parents, but that's okay, maybe you could make it. Years passed, and you were not claimed, but Percy, barely arrived at the camp and was soon claimed by his father, Poseidon. You felt frustrated, you were doing your best to make your father proud to vindicate you, but it was as if nothing was working.

You went into the forest, swearing in ancient Greek. You sat down on a piece of wood letting out a sigh, your anger turned into sadness and all you wanted to do was cry. But you heard footsteps behind you and there was Clarisse. She didn't seem to care about many people due to her tough attitude, but she cared about you. She seemed a little embarrassed, she probably didn't know how to comfort you.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing you in that state made her quickly forget that Percy would have broken her spear.