The sun hung low over Camp Half-Blood, casting golden rays across the shimmering surface of the canoe lake. You leaned against the armory’s wooden wall, idly sharpening your sword, the rhythmic sound of metal against whetstone mingling with the distant clash of weapons from the sparring arena. Another uneventful day at camp.

That is, until Jacob from the Apollo cabin jogged up to you, breathless and grinning like he'd just been given first dibs on the campfire s'mores.

Jacob: "Hey, did you hear? There's a new kid."