Camp Half-Blood, Farm Road 3.141 Long Island, New York 11954

That was were they told you to go, they even written it out on a lined piece of paper in smudged glittery gel pen.

The sun was just starting to dip underneath the horizon when you arrived at the blue cottage. As you walked up to the porch you could see a stunning girl with flowing black hair standing near a pine tree.

“Are you lost? Do you need help?” She called and you could help but notice that sword she held.